The Opelousas courier., 1892-05-07

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III could scarcely be civil after that
pursued Sarah, her face flushing in the
dusk. chan ed the subject, and asked
him how nearly he was related to thu
Turner's; but he said it was very distant.
He told me where he lived as a boy. II
seems his father had a paper in some
l. country viIlage-Saul-I think he called
it, and he was a very visionary, unprae-
teal, enthusiastic kind of man. I guess
be lidut provide much for the family.
Anyway Mr.. Morrison says he started out
young in life to carve his owa. future,
and he has been quite suceesAdl-only
lie intends to be thoroughly SO, he says,
if possible"
"By way of my garden. Hunph!'
"He SAYS he enjoys obstacles. He likes
something to conquer. l told him aad
no fancy for battleietds; he said a sSir-
mish was as good as success to him. Ga,
Aunt, by the way, do l look like the
Turners?'
"Well, some," said the old lady, re-
luctantly. Sarah crossed the room and
in the faint light regarded her face at
tentiYely in the long, narrow mirror. 1t
was a thin, clear-cut face, rather shadowy
as to what might or might not be its
| owners strong or weak points; the face
| of a girl to whom events or emergencies
were unknown. Life had written al
most nothing upon it that gave it charm,
and the eyes were a pretty hazel with
t1-.1. Inobo, o-l ]aI,oofo hrou ,r
"The Hatfield Turner'S" pursued the
old lady, as Sarah sat down again.
"You do look some like them. Why2"
sob, MI. Morrison said had a Turner
Look" the girl. answered. ale tried to
make out We are cousins"
"Well you are-twice removed. His
mothers your cousin, I think"
81 must ask him. He'll be back in
the morning, he says"
Well, I declare to gracious the man
means to force me out of this bed, | be-
lieve. Sarah, you must speak up and
not let him impose upon you"
About eleven ScIock the next morning
very unusual sounds foated up to the
old lady from the parlor where Mr..
Morrison was again interviewing" Sarah.
Some one was playing on the old piano;
then a mans voice, a clear fine tenor,
could be heard. The song was one the
old lady remembered in her youth
stPhyllis is my only love"-and her
withered cheek flushed with pleasure.
esSarah," she said, directly her niece ap-
peared, "did you ask that young man
to sing2 ] want you should inquire if
he knows another piece like that"
Sarah's eyes were very soft and
bright.
"Aunt," she said eagerly, "would it
look bold if I sang a duet with Mr..
Morison2 He's coming back this after.
noon.a.
"What'l you sing2 You don't know
what you're talking about, Sarah"
sDoes he think the pianos his?' de-
man1ed the old lady with a sudden re-
turn of severity. SARAH looked miser-
able.
tile says it is Aunt she admitted.
There was an ominous silence; then
Mrs. Thorpe closed her eyes again.
"Well, it was Ezra's,n she admitted.
1t was with mingled feelings that she
listened that afternoon to the singing
from below. Love Of music compelled
her to enjoy keenly the way in which
Sarah and the audacious Mr.. Morrison
sang II would that my love- and "Oh,
vert thou in the cauld blast" While
resentment against what she felt an IN
just will, depriving her and her niece Of
her cherished home, made her consider
everything done or said by Mr.. Morrison
Objectionable, yet somehow she found
herself looking forward eagerly to her
niece's next report Of their unbidden
guest.
"He is going to be married soon.
Aunt Polly" Sarah related. "Perhaps
that is why he is in such a hurry about
the house. He's been telling me about
the young lady
"Well, upon my soul. Seems to me
he's very free with his condolences. Mar
ried2 What'd he say about her2"
aOh, I don't know exactly said
Sarah che said she was the kind of girl
I'd get along quickly with; it seems, aver
so long ago he made up his mind never
to marry any one but her.
1Well, and were there any OF those
obstacles he talks about?" shifted the old
lady.
.oh. yes. But lie says there's quite a
touch OF roman in the whole affair.
He's a very-Well, masteFful sort of per-
son, Aunt. / can quite understand
what he means when he says he enjoys
overcoming difficulties. He isn't the
sort Of person any n could triae with
easily
81 guess I will when I get around.
What with the garden and the piano
aud the dear knows what all-ITl be
grateful If he leaves US the clothes to
our backs. What else'd you talk
abolltan
.tOh, a great many things. Books
some. He's fond of Gerinan-and, oh,
I meant to tell you, he's coming to-
morrow morning AMI going to read q
little German with me.
.WelI, Sarah, you just see here. Let
that young man know you've something
to do besides fool around with him. I
know; he wants to force me up. I'll see
DR.. Baker. guess, before that Tom
Morrison gets me out Of the house,"
ss0h, Aunt It's just because he
wants, be says, to familiarize himself
with the place.
aWell, he's got all the time there is
after We re gone. | want you should be
very distant with him-and, Sarah. |