The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1908-09-10

found tour bewildering moon table
our dear. dingy. shaky.legged moon
tablet
Take any piece OF furniture you
fancy from the rooms above" sweet
Aunt Persis had graciously said. and
Millicent and had spent the llyelong.
dreary September afternoon In soul.
satisfying reyel among treasures Of
Sheraton and Clippendale, and Hep.
pelwhite.
A moon table, Our hearts deslrei
Our dearest dream!
My great.aunt Persis was waiting.
very erect and dgnihed In her carved
oak chair. Did you find anything that
pleased you, dear children" she
asked
Tho moon table. Oh, the moon
tablet" We cried IN unison.
My grcataunt's fingers trembled
ever so slightly as she lifted the tea
pot owens table. said she, slowly.
my little brother owens moon
table"
Can you really part with it?" we
yentured. breathlcssly.
Il should not like Il 10 go out Of
The family" said Aunt Persls. but |
ann willing that any OF my dear neph.
ews or niccen should have a..
and TO please you, Neville and Mln.
cent, l will give II with especial
pleasure"
We will put Il In the book room. g"
said Miiliccnt
"Assuredly, IN the book ROOM" |
agreed. Aunt Persls. this Is magnih-
Gently generous OF you!"
owens table" went on Aunt Per.
sis. unheeding our expressions OF graf
itude and delight Pretty little owen
o.. your little granduncle. Neville.
lie was just ten years old the very day
he died. 81. n you weary OF the table.
Neville and Milllcent. my dears. you
can send Il back. remember"
Weary Of the moon tablc,'-"Aunt
Persist"
lie was a stlll. old fashioned child
my little brother owen" continued
Aunt Persis. Fond OF books and
muslc-very fond Of music. lie
had a sweet. high voice. and his little
fingers toJshed the plano keys so
lovingly. lie found our grandmothers
old spinnet up In some dark attic cor
ner and dragged Il down To the gable
room And. oh. the hours and hours
he would sit al the moon table making
notes. Queer little notes. with
such crooked stems, and bullying. out.
ofshape heads. There are Ink
stains on the mahogany now. I've
never washed them on
We never will. either" promised
Mllicent
And n you weary OF the table and
wish TO send Il back TO the gable room.
and select a chair OF a mirror, or any
thing else instead. remember TO pack
Il very carefully Wrap Il up well
with burlap, aud use plenty OF straw.
have given Il away Ave times"
Given IL away Ave timesi"
Yes. Neville and Millicent."
And Il has been returned"
Always returned"
Callers were announced and the moon
table subject was closed.
We gave the moon table the place of
honor In the most artistic corner OF
the book room. We busted Il dlligent.
~ several times a day. we kept bowls
Of flowers always upon IL, and we re-
llgiously cherished the ink-stains that
commemorated little Owens musical
aspirations. True TO my grandaunts
predictions. baby Fay, our threeyear-
old daughter. liked the table. Oddly
enough, II seemed to possess for her a
subtle charm. mysterious allurement.
and much OF her time was spent in
standing beside IT, patting II lovingly,
caressing the spldery legs. and trac-
ing the inlaid design over and over
again with her wee forefnger II we
missed her for little while, she was
always sure to be found In the book
room. close to the moon table. Often
she would walk round and round Il. ex.
aiming IL with the gravest attention,
and apparently looking for some
thing.
what is It. baby!" asked. What
is Fay looking for?"
"Dwawer." said Fay,
Drawer"
"Es, dwawer Baby want dwawer."
This table has no drawer. my pet"
said I.
les. dwawer." persisted Fay Boys
dwawer."
What boy'sg'
Moon table boys"
"Oh. what nonsense baby"
laughed. rumpling her chestnut curls.
Not long after this We heard Fay
humming a strange little air An elu-
siyo minor thing. with haunting mo-
tif and fascinating rhythm. with
Just a hint OF syncopatlon. Neither her
mother nor had ever heard II be-
fore
what are you singing. Fay?" /
asked.
Moon table boy song" said she.