The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1904-11-18

an excellent imitation; when Hester
played it, one might catch the whir
of the wheel, the swish Of the foaming
brook, and almost the spicy smell oil
the sawdust, so vividly was the scene
brought to mind.
Many a time now, the childhood
dreams came back to Hester, and her
fingers would drift into tender melo-
dies and minor chords not on the print.
ed page, until all the stided love and
longing of those dreary: colorless years
of the past found voice at her finger
tips.
The stately marches and the rollick.
ing dances OF the cloud music easily
at her beck and call--now grave, now
gay; now slow and measured, now
tripping in weird harmonies and gay
melodies.
Hester's blood quickcned and her
cheeks grew pink. Her eyes lost
their yearning look and her lips their
wisttu] curves.
Every week she faithfully took her
music lesson of Penelope, and she
practiced only that when the children
were about. 1t was when they were
at school and she was alone that the
great joy of this newfound treasure ot
improvising came to her, and she
could set free her heart and soul on
the ivory keys.
She was playing thus one night
forgtting time, self, and that Penelope
would soon be home from school
when the child entered the house and
stopped, amazed, in the parlor door
way. AS the last mellow note died
into silence Penelope dropped her
books and burst into tears.
"Why, darling, what is it?" cried
Hester. "Wbat can be the matter?'
Ill don't known" faltered Pene'
lope, looking at her mother with start.
led eyes. "Why-wby didn't you
tell me?''
"Tell you?"
"That-that you could-play that
way! II didn't know" she walled
with another storm of sobs, rushing
into her mothers arms.
Hester's clasp frightened about the
quiver;ng little form and her eyes
grew luminous.
"Dearie," she began very softly,
"there was once little girl-a little
girl like you. She was very, very
poor, and all days were full of work.
She had no piano, no music lessons
but, oh, how she longed for theml The
trees and the grass and the winds and
and the flowers sung all day in her
ears, but she couldn't tell what they
said. By and by, after many, many
years this little girl grew up and a
dear little baby daughter came to her
She was still very, very poor, but she
saved and scrimped and scrimped and
saved, for she meant that this baby
girl should not long and long for the
music that never came. She should
have music lessons"
"Was it-me?" whispered Penelope,
with tremulous lips.
Hester drew a long breath.
Eyes dear. l vas the little girl
long ago, and you are the little girl
today. And when the piano came,
Penelope, found in all those songs
that the winds and the trees use to
sing to me. Now the sun shines bri igh-
ter and the birds sing sweeter-and
I'll this beautiful world is yours-all
youls. o., Penelope, aren't you glad
Penelope raised tear-wet face and
looked into her mothers shining eyes.
"Glad?-oh mother!" she cried fer
vently; then very softly, "Mother-do
you think-could you teach me!-oh,
1 want to play just like that-just
like that !''-Elenor e. Porter, IN lip
pencott's Magazine.
Don't use galvanized iron squeezer
When brought in contact with the
lemon it forms poisonous salt.
When anything is made too salt it
can be counteracted by adding table
spoonful of vinegar and tablespoon
ful of sugar. To clean copper uten-
sils use half a lemon dipped in salt
for securing copper pans, ETC., and
afterward rinse thoroughly in clean
water. Finish by polishing with a
soft cloth.
A cheap paint for iron fencing is
made as follows: Mix tar and yellow
ochre together. 1t will make a good
green color and is excellent for paint
ing rough woodwork and iron.