Daily camera., 1898-04-18
FATEs LEFT-HANDERs.
One Of Them Was Delivered to the
Mfl!ard Family.

Mfl!ard Family.
Sometimes fate deludes one into
thinking there is such a treasure as
justice on earth, but she generally caps
it by dealing blow more singing than
the first.
I At least that is the sentiment Of the
Millard family. The Miliards live on a
fashionable South side avenue, in a
row of quiet, unpreten1ious houses
Their residence had always been the
abode of peace and harmony till the
fetal day when the daughter of the
people next door came from California
for an extended visit. Her husba nd
came also; ne wore silk hat rigidiy at
every outdoor appearance, and had a
fondness for frock coats at a. M, but
nevertheless he has nothing to do with
the story. The daughter proved to be
musical The Millards had not known
that the people next door possessed a
piano till the daughter came, and at the
first were rather cheered by the ripple
Of The piano keys which generously
penetrated the thin wall. After a week
the pianist settled down to hard work.
Previously she had scrambled through
varied repertoire, but finally decided
on her life work, the Miiiards assumed.
when they heard Paderewski's "Minuet"
one day from three a. m. to luncheon
time, and from then till dinner Wag-
ner's ''Seigmnnd's Love Song" The
Mil.ards' brows were. slightly CORFU
rated at dinner, but they did not com
plain. After few days. however, a
feeling of nervousness, restlessness and
even acerbity of temper made itself
M nifest
II really don't know what ails mel"
said Mrs. Mi,lard, fretfully. II am so
irritable"
Il can't settle down to anything!"
srowled Mr.. Millard. "Anne, for Heav-
ems sake, don't touch the piano!"
His daughter jumped at his sharp
ness. ~ thought" ;" She answered, meek
~, perhaps | could drown it out"
There was TO need to explain ''it' in
the: Mil.ard fani,y-affairs had pro-
gmsseu too far. By the. following SUM-
day the Millards We're. wrecks mentally
and fast becoming so physically.
"The Minuet" had thrilled forth dur
ing the wafaes at breakfast and com
tinued bravely till one o'clock.
"She is eating dinner now," MUIR
INJURED Mr.. Millard, viciously.
perhaps she'll choke ON bone,'
suggested Anne, hopefully. But misery
was not to be lightened in that fashion
for punctually at the close of the meal
Wagner was attacked next door.
"She doesn't even read the papers"
said Mil,ard, Jr., in something like awe.
"Or write letters" put in Mrs. Mil
lard Grossly "I'm sure she ought to be
writing letters to- some ONE. 1 don't
know Paderewski. but l never hated
anyone so in my life"
That evening Arne, Millard quarrele1
with her best young man. Mi,lard, Jr.,
went and desperately playedlpoker and
lest his weeks salary and Mr.. and Mrs.
Millard's spirits were' so low they even
considered divorce. rse
Next morning at breakfast the. Mil
lards' maid rushed in with beaming
face and q disregard of careful train
ing. The occasion justified it. ooh,
1na'am!" she said, "the cook next door
has lust told me that the cold weather
last night spoiled their piano! The pin
block is split"
The Millards fell on each others
neclss jointly and had one joyful, hys
terical symposium. forgave everyone
his sins, kissed all around and began to
live again. The rest and the silence
which ensned were too coed to be be-
,ieved. They even began making ex-
cusss for the persistent lady next door
There might be some hope for her
probably she didn't know the wall was
thin.
At the end of the week large van
drew mp at the. house next door. On the
van was brand new piano with an
extra loud pedal. 1t was movedin care
fuzzy by three heart!ess. brawny men,
stationed against the wall in the place
occupied by the old one, and-but there
are no words invented to fit The case OF
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