Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1892-03-26

that be should think we'd hate TO
leave it all-then / explained you
wanted the plants; but he s.id oh,
mol they were part of the property"
Turner straight through and
through delared the old lady.
Grasping all they can get. will
have the plants, though; guess
Ezras will had nothing to say to
them.'
II could scarcely be civil after
that pursued Sarah, her face flush
ing in the dusk. / changed the sub
ject, and asked him how nearly ne
was related to the Turner's; but he
said it was very distant. He told
me where he lived as boy. Itseems
his father had paper in some coun-
try village-Saul--I think he called
it, and be was very visionary, un-
practical, enthusiastic kind of man.
| guess he didn't provide much for
the family. Anyway Mr.. Morrison
says be started out young IN life to
carve his own future, and he has
been quite successful--only he in
tends to be thoroughly SO, he says, if
possible"
"By way of my garden. Humph!"
"He says ne enjoys obstacles. He
likes something to conquer. l told
him had no fancy for battlehelds;
said skirmish was as good as sue
cess to him Oh Aunt, by the way,
do I look like the Turner's?"
"Well, some" said the old lady,
reluctantly. Sarah crossed the room
and in the faint light regarded her
face attentively in the long, narrow
mirrow. 1t was a thin, clear-cut
face. rather shadowy as to what
might or might not be its owners
streng 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 pretty
hazel with black lashes and delicate
brows
HThe Hatfield Turner'S" pursued
the old lady, as Sarah sit down
a. ain. you do look some like
them Why?"
"Oh, Mr.. Morrison said l had a
Turner look" the girl answered.
He tried to make out we are cous-
ms"
well you are--twice reno we'd.
His mothers your cousin, think F"
Il must ask him. He'll be back in
the morning, he says"
Well, declare to gracious the
man man means to force me out OF
this bed, | believe, Sarah, you must
speak up and not let him impose on
you"
About eleven o'clock the next
morning very unusual sounds float
ed up to the old lady from the par
lor where Mr.. Morrison was again
interviewing" Sarah. Some one
was playing on the old piano then a
mans voice, clear, fine tenor, could
be heard. The song was one the old
lady remembered in her youth
"Phyllis is my only loye"-and her
withered cheek flushed with pleasure.
"Sarah," she said, directly her niece
appeared, ibid you ask that young
man to sing? l wish you would
inquire if he knows another piece
like that"
Sarah's eyes were very soft and
brishtr
Aunt" she said eagerly, "would
it look bold if | sang duett with
Mr.. Morrison? He's coming back
this afternoon.
"Whatll YOU sing? You dont
know what you're talking about
Sarahn
"Does he think the pianos his?'
demanded the old lady with sud
den return of severity. Sarah look
ed miserable.
"He says it is Aunt, she admit
ted.
There was an ominous silence
then Mrs. Thorpe closed her eyes
again.
"Well, it was Ezra's," she admit.
ted.
II 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 auda-
cious Mr.. Morrison sang Il 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 hel
cherished home, made her consider
everything done or said by Mr.. Mort
son Objectionable, yet somehow she
found herself looking forward Gag
erls to her niece's next report Of
their unbiddensguest.
He is going to be married soon,
Aunt Polly Sarah related Per
haps that is why he is in such 9
hurry about the house. He 5 been
telling me about the young lady.
"Well. upon my soul. Seems 10