Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1898-12-29

sorry to say she did. It's scales an
scales, an' nary bit of music at all. I
tell We they're humbugs-the hull out
fit of 'em. An L never would ha'
thought it of we, Priscilly. I never
would ha' thought it of Priscilly Wag-
ner"
The old man turned back to his gar
den, refusing to be comforted. And
as Priscilla walked down the street
she could see he was still shaking his
head, muttering:
'I wouldn't ha' thought it of Pris-
cilly Wagnerl"
Priscilla next selected the name of
one of the wealthiest men on her list.
She rang the door-bell of handsome
residence, and stood waiting, with
flushed cheeks and beating heart. The
door was opened by small boy who
stood grinning, impertinently up into
her face.
els Mr.. Phelps at home?" inquired
Priscilla.
you bet he isl' beloved the boy.
"Robbie, how can you treat the lady
SOP" Priscilla heard the peevish voice
of lady call from within. eco tell
your pa that lady wants to see him."
Mr.. Phelps was very affable. She
could have Cora for a scholar, but
Cora had delicate health and could
not stand the strain of music and
school, too. She could take lessons
until school commenced.
"What time would you like to take
your lesson?" Priscilla inquired of a
cross-looking little girl.
'I don't want to take it at all, P"
answered the charming child.
"Why, Cora, how can you treat the
lady SOP" exclaimed Mrs. Phelps.
But the admiring glance exchanged
by the parents was not lost on Pris-
ella. As she walked to the door to
go she heard Cora, who was tugging
at her fathers coat, say:
-"Pa, pa. I don't want to take Of
her," while Robbie encouragingly
whispered:
"You bet I wouldn't if I didn't want
to, Code"
Priscilla made no more visits that
morning. She went back to her
uncles. Going upstairs to her room
she sat down in front of her glass.
Resting her elbows on the table before
her, and her chin in her hands, she
looked long and earnestly into her
dry, black eyes, that looked as long
and earnestly back at her.
"No, I could not think of it, Joe, "
she said, aloud. The mouth quivered,
the eyes filed; with her hand she
covered them from sight. "Ohl ]
wish I could! I wish L COULD"
Priscilla rose from giving Cora
Phelps her second lesson, with sigh
of relief. The instrument had been
accompanied throughout the lesson
by Robbie's beating drum and blow
ing a aorn in the hall, much to his
sisters intense enjoyment. During
the lesson the door-bell rang, and
Cora stood on the porch talking to
one of her girl friends half an hour,
while Mrs. Phelps called occasion
ally: :.
Cora, don't you know she's wait
ingl How can you treat her SOP"
At last the lesson came to an end.
"Here's your money" said Cora,
holding out quarter of dollar.
Priscilla looked at it, little be-
wildered.
"Why, you know I charge fifty
cents a lesson. L have given you two
lessons"
mo, you haven't either, not two
full lessons. You heard Miss Glib
bon's lesson last time, and you can't
hear the one you gave to-day, for
am going to take of Miss Bangate, Of
Boston. Pa says it's only worth 9
quarter, and it seemed like giving
you that.
Priscilla's black eyes flashed. She
laid the money down on the piano,
and left the house without word.
80 Priscillal" called Mrs. Vernum,
meeting her. "How are you a-get
tim along with your music class? Miss
Sneakers got twelve. She says its
shameful your a-settin' yourself up as
music teacher; that all you ever
learned you got of her sister. But
Mrs. Bingham shet her right up. She
said as much as your father had done
for the town, the people ought to do
something fer his daughter, and they
might as we'll give you the money in
that way as any other; it might make
| you feel better to think you were
a-earnin' of it. Miss Bangate's gol
twenty already. Have you seen herr
She's splendid musician.
When Priscilla reached her aunt'i
she found Joe Jenkins waiting to see
her. His face was very red, and he
) was nervous and i'll at ease. He came
he said, on matter of business
There had been some money coming
: to Mr.. Wagner, which had been paid
: unexpectedly. 1t was only few hun
dred dollars, but would Priscilla like
: to have him put it at interest fer her
? 1t was transparent falsehood, very
= clumsilv told. and did not deceive