St. Landry democrat., 1892-06-25

iect, and asked him how nearly he
was related to the Turner'S; but he
said it was very distant. He told me
where he lived as boy. It seems
his father had paper in some coun,,
try village-Saul-1 think he called
it, and he was very visionary, I'M
practical, enthusiastic kind of man.
[ guess he didn't provide much for
the family. Anyway Mr.. Morrison
says he started out young in LIE TO |
carve his own future, and he has been |
quite successful-only he intends to [
be thoroughly so he says, fpossible:.
BY way of my garden. Humph!'
"He says he enjoys obstacles. He
likes something to conquer. told |
him l had no fancy for battlefields;
he said a skirmish was as good as
success to him. Oh, Aunt, by the
way, do I look like the Turner's ?"
We'll some," said the old lady,
reluctantly. Sarah crossed the room,
aud in the faint light regarded her
face attentively in the long narrow
mirror. 1t was 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 I'M
known. Life had written almost
nothing upon it that gave it charm,
and the eyes were very pretty hazel
with black lashes and delicate brows.
1.-The Hatfield Turner'S pursued
the old lady, as Sarah sat down again:
"You O'clock some like them. Why?'
ooh, Mr.. Morrison said had Turn
er look" the girl answered. {" He
tried to make out we are cousins
Well you ale-twice removed.
His mothers your cousin, | think
Il must ask him. He'll be back In
the morning, he says"
Well, l declare to gracious the
man means to force me out Of this
bed, I believe. Sarah, you must speak
up and not let him impose upon you
| About eleven O'Clock the next morn
ing very unusual sounds hOated up
to the old lady from the parlor where
MI Morrison was again "interview-
ing Sarah. Some one was playing on
the old piano; then mans voice, a
clear fine tenor, could be heard. The
song was one the old lady remember
ed in her YOUTH" Phyllis is my only
love'--and her withered cheek flushed
with pleasure. Sarah" she said,
directly her niece appeared, " did
you ask that young man to sing? |
want you should inquire il 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.. Morrison ? He's coming back this
ate rnoon."
What'll you sing? You don't
know what you're talking about,
Sarah"
docs he think the pianos his :?
demanded the old lady with a sudden
return Of severity. Sarah looked
miserable.
He says tits, Aunt she admitted.
There was an ominous silence then
Mrs. Thorpe closed her eyes again.
"Well, it ards Ezra's," she admitted.
It 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" would that my
love" and "Oh, vert thou in the
cauld blast" While resentment
against what she felt an unjust 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.
81 He is going to be married soon,
Aunt Polly" Sarah related. Per
haps that is why he is in such 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.
Married ? What'd he say about her p
son, [ don't know exactly said
Sarah: che said she was the kind of
girl I'd get along quickly with; it
seems, ever so long ago, he made up
his mind never to marry any one but
her.
Well, and were there any of those
obstacles he talks about - shifted
the old lady.
quite touch of romance in the whole
affair. He's a very-well, masterful
sort of person, Aunt. l can quito
understand what he means when he
says he enjoys overcoming difficulties.
He isn't the sort Of person any one
| could tribe with easily.
Il guess I will when get around.
What with the garden and the piano
and the dear knows what all-Ill be
grateful if he leaves us the clothes to
our backs. What else'd you talk
about o.
''Oh, great many things. Books
some. He's fond of German-and, Oh,
[ meant TO tell you, he's coming to-
morrow morning and going to read a
little German with me-"
Well, Sarah, you just see here.
Let that young man know you've
something to do besides fool around
with him. [ know; he wants to force
me up. I'll see Dr. Barker, guess,
before that Tom Morrison gets me out
of the house."
"Oh, Aunt! It's just because he
wants, he says, to familiarize himself
with the place.
"Well he's got all the time there is
after we're gone. [ want you should
be very distant with him-and, Sarah,
( guess you'd better not begin any
German readings"
During Mr. Morison's next visit
Sarah appeared in her aunt's room
with a very anxious expression.
"Aunt Polly" she said, with an
effort at composure, Mr.. Morrison s
brought the German books, and ]
don't know what to Say about-I---'
Well, go on" said the old lady,
ct suppose you're bent on it any
way, and perhaps he'll help you
some"
She lay very still when she was
alone, sometimes with her eyes open,
but generally keeping them closed as
pictures from the past, and visions
of what might be ahead of her, foated
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