Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1900-01-25
Her MUSICAL LOVER.
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Bye. D..

81 do believe that Aunt Hannah
will get married before me, after all,
said Janet Bolton, laughing roguishly.
She stood leaning over the stone wall,
a bower of silver-green clematis max
ing a wreath above her golden head,
the tall red clovers and snowy daisies
nodding at her feet, and she herself a
fit emblem of blooming spring and
freshness
"Nonsense," said Guy Martin, who
had checked his span of horses in the
middle of a furrow, and stood leaning
on the pillow handle, a young Adonis in
his shirt sleeves.
But it's true" said Janet; 'she has
actually got beau"
"Then it must be the old man who
was put in the poorhouse last week, or
at least Duncan Deverel, who believes
that the world is coming to an end a
week from next Thursday"
Neither one nor the other" said
Janet. What do you think Of Pro-
fessor Keith?'
what, the man who gives singing
lessons and boards at the tavern?"
Himself and no other"
"Music hath charms to soothe the
savage breastr quoted Guy Martin.
"And you and l are to dance at her
wedding, l suppose, Janet?'
"If we get an invitation" said Janet
demurely. But l happen to be in dis
grace with her just now"
what for?"
"For laughing at the professors
banjo"
"Oh, never mind" said Guy, "it's
easy to make the peace again. Just
compare him to Beethoven or Mozart,
or any other of those immortal gen
iuses-offer to embroider him a neck
tie, and tell her you know of new
pattern for a wedding dress and, my
word for it, all will be right again
Aunt Hannah under the influence of
the tender passion. Aunt Hannah with
a beau! What is this world coming
top
"And in the peantime," said Janet,
with sigh. | must go back to the iron
ing, or | shall get lecture a yard
long"
And l must devote my energies ex-
clusively to the plow line" said Guy
Martin. IF | could only turn up a
pot of gold. little Jenny
I'D save my money and buy me a
And you should be my wife,
What nonsense." said Janet.
what good sense!'' laughingly re-
torted her lover And so they parted.
Aunt Hannah Bemis was getting
dinner when her niece returned TO the
house. She was short, stout lady.
perilously near to forty, with a row
OF curls like miniature beer barrels on
both sides of her face, dubious nose.
which, however, sadly belied the char
acteristics of its owner. as Aunt Han
nah was strictly temperate in all
things, except scolding-and small
black eyes. Certainly not beauty.
and yet not disagreeable to look up.
on. But when Miss Bolton came in
Aunt Hannah Bemis was wrathful in
the highest degree.
That's just like you, Net Belton.' ~
cried she In a voice shrilly raised
Gone half the morning and nothing
done! And my two silver spoons gone
that belonged to my mother before she
was married-spoons as / wouldn't ba
took five dollars apiece for EN-"
why, Aunt Hannah, haven't tax.
en- your silver spoons
II never said you had" snarled the
1od se
gan grinder, as came here, twisting out
his tunes afore the back door. and
looking for all the world as IL butter
wouldn't melt in his mouth. And I lust
went into the milk-rooom to get q
tumbler Of buttermilk for him, as ht
said he preferred it to all the strone
drinks as ever was brewed-and sucf
an honest face as you couldn't suspect
not If you tried-and I never to mis-.
'em till went to the tray just now
and found only the britannia ones left
All, me! what a world this is!v
But, Aunt Hannah / don't under
stand" interposed her bewilderet
niece. did the organ grinder stea
away your mothers spoons?"
What else have been telling yo,
all this timer retorted Miss Bemis
Really, one would think you WASH
gifted with ordinary understanding
DO start about your ironing, and ge
something accomplished. And II 20,
see another organ grinder comm thi
way set the dog on him."
But Aunt Hannah all orgau grind
ers are not necessarily thieves"