The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1896-10-13

idly lingering the keys for a moment,
the stoop went out Of his back and the
dull look faded from his eyes, and lac
seemed almost handsome.
Suddenly he threw his head back like
a warhorse and struck chord. | never
heard like sound come from Miss
Craig's old piano or any other Grand
and full and sweet. il sounded in Che
ears of our guilty conscieHces like the
trump Of doom. Again he struck the
keys, and we felt that if il had not been
for the expense and trouble 20 poor Miss
Craig we would have liked then and
there To sink through her best parlor
carpet.
Then our cousin flung back his long
hair aud started off in earnest. What it
was he played | have never known, but
if it be possible 10 crowd more runs,
cadenzas, shakes, arpeggios and other
tests Of technique into one piece of mu-
sic have never heard that piece. The
music seemed to flow from him like "a
river, and il was pleasure to watch the
swift and easy movements of his fingers.
With hardly pause and never look
lnt dN liF iNO
auditors, the tones of the piano drifted
from the grand TO the light and airy,
from the classic to the modern. and
finally into soft and dreamy adagio
that brought tears to the eyes that had
just now before beamed with the laugh
ter of mischief
And all the while poor little Miss
Craig looked on. with folded hands, and
never dreamed what tempest Of re-
morse she had stirred up in two hearts.
Well, remorse meant repentance, and
repentance meant reparation.
"We must take him back everywhere
| and show what he can really do, " said
Sister Helen as she fingered behind
with me at Craig's gate, pretending TO
| fasten my sash.
So back we went. Our faces, long
as the shadows of the falling even
ing, told every girl friend that
something was wrong, and when we
had played and they had played and
Cousin Linn had played they knew
what il was And when we had closed
the last gate and turned homeward we
were two sad and conscience stricken
girls and one silent and solemn man.
But as we neared the house Cousin
Linn downcast eyes began slowly to
turn toward us, and as they fell upon
our woebegone countenances the pre-
ternaturally grave lines went out of his
face like dissolving view in stereop-
ticon, and he fell down-the man actu-
ally fell fat down in fit.
And we solemnly picked up our skirts
and left him there groveling in con-
vulsion of laughter that scared the birds
from every tree in the block.
Cousin Linn came again to the house
many times afterward. He often played
for us, but the painful subject was
never referred to. We did not con.
slider him awkward any more. In
fact, l was beginning to think him
quite handsome when one day came
unobserved into the garden, where ht
and Helen sat, and heard Der ask fol
the first time his forgiveness for the
trick that had recoiled so shamefully
upon us.
l thought the man would fall into
one of his hateful fits and turned to go
but he only bent over her and wits
pered his reply, while / stole bacl
through the trees to the house.
So the end of it all was that had ;
new cousin, and, though she is three o.
four times removed, to this day low
her well, for she is my sister Helen. =
Cincinnati Post.