The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1895-11-12
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One evening about twilight the
young man and Miss Frost sat in
the little cove, which they had cho.
sen on account of its utter seclusion,
upon some damp but very messy
rocks.
His arm was about her waist her
head on his shoulder and he had
called her "Carissima" and bella
Christina" several times, when an
avalanche rolled down the steep
bank upon them.
That was the effect. It was, how.
ever, only the portly form of Phip.
cas- Frost, who had come down from
town for the day, and, hearing that
his daughter had gone out for soil.
tary walk, had SGT out in search Of
her, and, slipping in the excitement
of the moment, had come down the
slope with rush.
The young man, quite conscious
that he deserved the reproof, only
it was the girls fault for not having
asked him to call, was just feeling
in his pockets for card, and won
dering somewhat at the fluency with
which the old gentleman, who was
evidently her guardian or her fa-
ther, spoke English, when, to his
utter amazement, the girl flung her
self on her knees.
Father, please don't be angry, -
she pleaded in perfect English.
"This is the noble organ grinder
who saved my life He cannot speak
one word of English, and in saving
me he broke his organ, and he has
to support himself by fishing. Re-
member, father, that but for him /
should now be in my grave. Oh, fa-
ther, / love him, and so, as you love
me, be merciful. !"
Mildred Frost, said the old man,
you're an idiot Here, you organ
grinder, can you speaky any Englishy
at all, you know"
Perfectly, " said the young man,
with gesture of despair. I'm fact,
I'm an Englishman. thought your
daughter was an italian lady until
this moment, and she apparently
paid the same compliment to my
knowledge of the language. Allow
me to explain the somewhat embar-
RAISING position into which you have
put us by your unexpected arrival. "
"I can't listen to any explana.
TONS" interrupted the old man.
"What business have you to make
love to my daughter, you disrepu.
table, dirty, lazy, good for nothing
vagabond? l am deeply grateful
for what you have done, he added,
growing more conciliatory at the
look of pain and supplication in his
daughters eyes, "but, you see, or,
gan grinding or fishing is not-that
is-I"- ..-.
Quite so" said the young man
with slightly heightened color. Son
ly there seems to be some mistake
AS to organ grinding, I'm only ar
amateur. / thought your daughter
knew that. I'm no more a profes
sional than I'm an Italian. And per
haps you know James Calvert by
name. He has rather an extensive
business in the city. I'm his only
son. 1t was mutual mistake. "
The old man sat down on the rool
as if he had been stunned.
Done it again, he muttered tt
himself. Lost my second chance
There's nothing for it but suicide
now. What a fool I am, to 10 sure
I might have seen the fellow was 6
gentleman. .
However, when he had made il
clear that he quite understood ant
appreciated what good match the
young man would be for his daugh
ter, and how proud he would be t.
call Mr.. Calvert, Jr., his son-in- law
he found that things were going al
right after all.
The young man had no idea unit
he was married to Mildred, daugh
ter of Phineas Frost, that his father
in-law was no other than the ruin
speoulator who had lost all his mon
ely through his careless dealings
| with the firm of CalNnrt e, Son