The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-11-13

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4 copyrisht. 1879. by ?. e. EaatHsHt L
eDfd you, eyer2 That bonnet was old
fashioned when Noah went into the
arIz.v Mss Athea Evans said. noddllns
toward the new girl in the choir
{ Isabella Strange, her ehum aud RIVAL
in Eastwood society. giggled and am
swered loud enough for the new girt 20
hear: eYou are shockingly Ignorant
Leathy. Don't you know there are
people who take pride In their an
tiques97
Involuntary, it seemed, the new girl
put her hand up to the plume which
dropped to touch masses Of bright way
Ing hair. The plume was not draggled:
nothing, indeed, about the hat showed
touch OF wear But It was at least
three seasons behind the style, also
very becoming to the wearer. She was
slim and tail, with sherry wine eyes
and a creamy, rose tinted complexion
In the lips the roses burned to clear
scarlet, and there was an adorable dim
pie lurking at one side. Dark broWs'
deIicateIyS arched, gave an accent to the
face, an accent repeated by the gold
lights of the abundant brown hair
Thus nature explained the sttuation. A
girl who looked that way could AFFORD
to be old fashioned, and two other girls.
enormously stylish, but with no looks
to boast, could not help but be III ma
tured
Benson. the choir leader, thin man,
perpetuaIly scowling. but wholly
through near sight, wheeled stifhy upon
Alt6ea and said: The solo? Have you
practiced 1t as you promised? Let's Try
1t first thing"
AIthea turned her back to him Pig!
Does he think mean to waste nay
sngfngg' she whispered loudly to lsa-
bella. over her shoulder she added Ian
CuidIy: ..Air. Benson, III sing my solo
sunday after next Someone friends
OF mine" significant emphasis on the
friends, "are coming specially to hear
me. Until then you must make out
with-the rest.r
AS you will, Miss Evans" Benson
said, flush creeping up to his salloW
cheek but you promised I-depend-
ed on the promise. And 1t is much to
me that the music shall be even"
~ dare say. but shan't sing except
when / feel like it, Althea said, with
a touch OF insolence-
Her father was head of the vesry,
and she thought she knew Benson dared
not resent anything she might do
1t took her breath to have him say
firmly: "In that case you are quite use
less Music, a great gift great bless
ing, does not come without Work II
you will not work .unsparipgly you VIII
hinder rather than help You should
work-for your own sake. You have
voice, oh, yes, but It needs heart In It
Unless you grow to love the work you
will never get the heart Your sing
ing Will be-what you say-dumb!-like
a street piano that one may play with
crank"
Really, this-this Is beyond endur-
aAce," AIthea begunS
Isabella laughed low and unpleasant<
IL and put her hand over Althea's lips.
Then she called to the choir master,
who had moved little way OF: why
don't you try Miss Archer?" nodding
toward the new girl I'm sure she
looks musicaI-she may be an artist"
Miss Archer smiled daintIly, saying:
ooh, thank you. should like to sing.
1 love it and have been silent ever
since I came-the walls are so thin at
Mrs, wray's, and should so hate to
disturb any one"
you! what will you care forF' Ben
son asked, seating himself at the small
organ. The girl bent her head softly
saying something old and simple.
Something my mother sang, please.
Say Rock of Ages or Coronation
I'm going. hate all that old rub
bIsh,' Althea said, marching toward
the door.
Isabella followed her, but paused
her hand on the knob. to say with a
giggle, as though speaking to some
one stiII in the room; r Ypu'd, better PVT j
up a sign outside, Antiques to Be Seen /
and Heard Here"p Then she ran down
the steps laughing loudly, and as she
overlook Althea caught her arm, shook
her Eayly and said: ct think we have
settlen Miss Archer. II she has any
sense at all she won't come agaIu-r
after this $50 9..5 re 10 aiiap l1ouI
whether or no Miss Archer had sense
she certainly had a voice. She also.
and This was the crown Of poor Ben
sons joy-knew mighty well how to
uselit.9 She was wlthhl modest and
biddabIe. giving herself no airs what
ever, albeit two Sundays of her solos
had sufaced to crowd the church. She
kept much to herself and, although
frank and friendly enough, put BY, so
cial opportunities as they came.
Mrs. Judge Cray called the very drst |
Sunday afternoon, a thing she had new
er been known to do before. She, ask