Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1898-11-28

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Take my class. Iwillrecommend you
to my scholars, and all you will have
to do is to go around and arrange
your hours, and you are in business.
Don't you see?"
But Priscilla evidently did not see.
"Suppose they object to being
taken," she said, doubtfully. ''This
is a serious matter with me, Emma.
Whatever try 1 Imust succeed at, and,
l am afraid the people here have no
confidence in me as music teacher.
1 have never made any pretensions."
ga fig for your pretensionsl' ex-
claimed her friend. 'You never set
yourself up as great artist, it is true,
and neither are you; but you have had
excellent instructions, and are every
bit as good musician as 1, and fiat
ter myself am good teacher. 1t.
will be good place for you, Priscilla;
the people here all know you"
Priscilla's uncle said the same. So
Priscilla, who had just been left an
orphan, and was looking around her
wondering what girl of twenty-one,
who had been raised to do nothing,
could do to earn living, was glad the
vexing question was settled so easily.
There was one of her friends who
did not encourage Priscilla in her un-
dertaking. This was young farmer,
Joe jenkins. Her father before his
death had made him executor of his
estate, but owing to an unfortunate
speculation the estate, when 1t came
to be settled, consisted principally of
debts.
Joe was high light against the
mezzo-tints of his surroundings. His
hair was red The natural brightness
of his complexion was softened some
what by veil of freckles. His nose,
which would have been high colored
whatever his occupation, by constant
exposure seemed to have become am
bilious to vie with Phebus in brill
liancy. To add to these natural dis
advantages, Joe, in the presence of
strangers, was uncomfortably conscious
of his hands and feet, and his tongue,
which at any time was an unruly men,
ber, threatened to become entirely
unmanageable.
AS highly idealistic friend de-
scribed joe
''Nature tried to see what an ex-
quisitely ridiculous piece of humanity
she could make in Joe Jenkins, and,
after she had laughed awhile at her
own drollery, she was struck with re-
morse, and, for recompense, gave him
the heart of an angel"
Priscilla had never had lover, Joe
excepted, and she never thought Of
him as a lover.
One day as they sat looking over a
bundle of papers they could make lit
tie of except that there was nothing
coming to Priscilla, Joe had looked
into her black eyes with mis- quiet blue
one, and said:
"You don't think you could marry
me, could ye, Priscilly?"
And Priscilla had answeredas quiet
ly:
"No, could not think of it, Joe. "
She had laughed about it, and cried,
too, little, in her room afterward, for
she realized what good, honest fellow
he was; but his hands were so big, he
was so awkward, and he would call
her "Priscilly." No, she cou,d not
think of it. So Joe went back to
Maple Farm, and Priscilla one bright
morning started to try her fortune as
music teacher.
The first house she called at was
Joel Brenham's. Uncle Joel, as he
was called by everybody, was at work
in his garden. He welcomed Priscilla
heartily.
"Good-mornin', good-mornin'
Priscilly. Did ye walk clar out here
in the sun to see us? Caraliny, she'll
be powerful sorry she warn't at home.
Come round here and see the Prary
Queen yer father gave me; see, it's all
a-buddin' out. An the garden-never
fer the time of year didI see things so
forrard."
And Uncle Joel regarded his small
collection of geraniums with loving
pride. Priscilla enjoyed his pleasure,
but was obliged to cut it short by stat.
ing her errand.
The pleased expression vanished
from the old mans face when she told
him she had come out to get his little
granddaughter for music scholar.
Finally he broke out with:
II wouldn't although it O. ye, Pris
cilly. I wouldn't although it O. Pris
cilly Wagner"
"Why, Uncle Joelr' Priscilla ex-
claimed in surprise. 81 must earn my
living in some way. lean teach rsasic