Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1905-07-12

ihueeuu, bue bdlu bOItiys II naQ tc
have something"
And have gilt cherub from one
Of the upper boxes" he chuckled.
"Jove! he went on, his voice sinking
to confidential whisper. ''it's good to
meet some one who has things to re.
member! Mrs. Merrydew--Anna! he
said softly, do you ever recall a piece
that answered to the name of the Car.
nival Of Venice or the Blue Danube
WaltxesT"
And the Last Hop.' and The
Maiden's Prayer and the Battle Of Sc.
bastopolT Can ever forget them, you
mean7 And yet, IL 1 want them now.
adays have to steal away and lock
the doors like criminal. And-what's
the matter 7"-she broke on suddenly
as some memory Of past wrongs dark
ened his face for moment.
"Matter7" he echoed; perhaps you
noticed that at my parlor chat last
evening nobody listened or appeared to
care a straw for my modest reminis.
cences Of Holmes, Longfellow, Lowell
and Emerson? was doddering old
imbecile to have undertaken It, Of
course. Everybody simply yawned un.
til the lady monologist came on-the
humorist."
"Humorist" calculated the little
widow, warmly. There was nothing
humorous about her except her bonnet
and our $40 doubtless went for that
creation! II that be creation, give me
chaos!"
Il was little lower than the jani-
tor" he continued gloomily. "And the
worst 10 yet to come. A sweet young
freshman from Yale, addressing me az
in your day twhy is that innocuous
observation so unfailingly exasperat-
ingD said he supposed I was acquaint-
ed With all the leading lights Of the
early nineteenth century, effaced
myself before he could ask about
Washington and Lafayette, and did 1
sign the Declaration Of Independence.
1t was blood-curdlingv" The speaker
mopped his brown in fevered retro.
spect. But the limit was reached this
morning. when some youngster Of
fered to read me the war headlines In
the morning papers. made up my
mino then that l was considered in the
advanced stages of paresls."
ITS fearfully aging, l think, to meet
such things" sighed the little lady pa.
thetically. "And then-..some Of the
old ways l simply cannot get over-I
don't want to try! The old hymns I
lived by, and shall die by-that have
brought me through 90 much sorrow
and loss; there have been crises I new.
er could have survived without the help
Of those old tunes'-shs was weeping
softly into delicate Aim of handker-
chief.
"Never mind, dear little woman
these things are ours for keeps, and
nobody can take them away" His
voice was full of sturdy optimism and
sympathy. but 1t was very gentle, and
bit unsteady, too.
II have some almost priceless old
lacss and some china such az those
rosy maidens have never even drsa med
Of In their philosophy" she affirmed,
and highboy and sideboard that are
worth their weight in gold, and some
andirons-you remember those and
irons Of mothers. don't you, Stephen ~
She blushed slightly as she spoke-it
had been quarter of century since
she had called him Stephen.
And possibly you forget the wafnes
made you one day"
"Wafiles! say no more! 1 may be q
past, a pluperfect, but there are some
memories that tell me have not lived
In vainr'
THAT soup tonight" he interrupted,
brea thlessly, Mrs. Merrydew-Anna!
didn't 1t seem to you that 1t lacked a
faint touch of something-somethin
impalpable, inexpresstble. oul.satdsfy-
ing-almost psychological"
1T did, indeed; also the steak and
the croquettes! As you say, a some
thing"
Onions"
"Onions.
The word burst from both simnlta.
neously-they gazed at one another in
speechless ecstacy.
II just love them In everything" she
faltered in sweet confusion.
"Everything-everything! Mrs. Mer.
rydew-Anna! Dear
The Yale "fledgeling'' who was Just
entering the door closed 1t softly again,
and reflected that there are some thugs
that youth does not monopollze, after
all.-Boston Transcript.