Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1900-01-25

ennobling, science as music should
have such unworthy votaries"
"She's thinking OF the professor,
thought Janet, with mischievously
twinkling eyes. as she pressed the
wrinkles out Of a dimity apron with
ruffied borders.
Aunt Hannah dressed herself In her
best black silk that afternoon, with a
lavender ribbon at her throat and the
curls touched up with trifie extra Of
pomatum to give them something OF
the gloss of youth. Cosmetics, In their
various shapes. Miss Bemis abjured.
but there was no harm, as she argued
with herself, in little innocent starch
sprinkled over the wrinkles of her
brow, and she viewed herself, her toilet
completed, with commendable pride.
Nobody would take me to be day
over eight and thirty" said Aunt Han
nah to herself
And then she sat down to her knit
ting, just inside the front window,
where the honeysuckles grew.
Are you expecting anyone In par
| ticular. Aunt Hannah?" asked Janet,
with great gravity.
Dear me, no. Who should / expect?"
"Oh, don't know. / thought it like
ly that the professor"
Aunt Hannah giggled convulsively.
"As if Professor Keith hadn't plenty
important matters to occupy his time,
without running here every other day."
But the long June evening ebbed
away, and the laggard lover came not
and at 10 o'clock Aunt Hannah re-
tired to her room in the lowest pos
sible spirits.
Its a lovely moonlight night" she
said to herself, as she stood behind
the window curtain, sentimentally
viewing the radiant landscape. "Just
the very night for a promenade by the
church elms-or a romantic interview
on the piazza. Ah mev'
And Aunt Hannah went to bed more
disappointed than she would have been
willing to confess to herself.
She was half way through the mazes
of her first delicious dream, when a
sound, faint and unusual, interrupted
her-the sound of music.
Aunt Hannah Bemis scrambled, to
her feet, wide awake in second.
Its that mean, miserable, thieving
organ grinder again." muttered she
between her set teeth. Thinks /
hain't found out about them spoons;
but he's missed his mark this time.
I'll teach him."
And swash went a whole pitcher of
cold water down over the musician,
under the lilac bushes, not incorrectly
aimed, as was testified by smothered
exclamation below.
II hit We, did II" chuckled Aunt Han
nah. I'm glad of it. Served We right;
clear out of here, you miserable cree
tur. I'll unloose old Growler and send
for the constable. Yes, that's right
show us clean pair of heels. Don't
leave your old music-box behind. Ha!
ha! ha!'
And with chuckle Aunt Hannah re-
treated, closing the window with a
slam.
I've settled him, / calculate" she
said to herself.
out into the garden to gather some
fresh lettuce for n breakfast salad,
while Aunt Hannah boiled the coffee;
but presently she returned, breathless.
"Oh! aunty. you never told me you
had serenade last night
"A sere-which, child? / don't know
what you're talking about"
| Il l,olI Ent
and broken banjo.
Its Professor Keith's; found 1t un-
der the lilacs."
Professor Keith's" Aunt Hannah's
lower jaw dropped-she sat staring like
one in a disagreeable dream.
Il am so sorry / slept so soundly.
Aunt Hannah" said Janet, " should
have enjoyed the music
Aunt Hannah sank into a chair with
clasped hands.
i've done it now" she groaned hys-
terically.
Done what, aunty?"
II threw a pitcher of water on him
and called him all the names you ever
heard of. l supposed. of course, it
was the chap that stole my silver
spoons. Oh, dear! oh, dear
And Aunt Hannah began to cry,
while Janet burst into peal Of ir-
resistible laughter.
Don't fret about it, aunty, dear" she
consoled her relative at last. IF he
loves you truly he won't mind a little
cold water. He'll know there was
some Misunderstanding"
But the inference was that Professor
Keith did not love Miss Bemis truly,
for he left town the same day and
never again made his appearance.
For love is n tender plant and easily
chilled, and the pitcher of cold water
had settled the question.
And Janet was married first.