The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1909-03-02

for to-day. Aren't they lovely miss! /"
Miss Johnson buried her face in
the fresh roses, and picked out two
and gave them to Mary, as she did
every morning 1t was those daily
gifts of flowers that made Mary her
slave. 1T makes you feel that she
looks upon you as a human woman
like herself she told her fellow SER
wants
Take him some more roses with
his breakfast" Miss Johnson COM
manded, land send for piano tuner
at once. think he liked to hear her
play, and If he heard some Of their
old favorites-"
II expect you know them, miss?"
Mary suggested, with smile
Eyes," Miss Johnson said. Eyes,
I'll tell you more some day, Mary; not
now. Take the flowers and don't ask
questions, there's a good girl"
So Mary took roses with everything
she took to the hermit for several
days, and Miss Johnson played the
piano, like a professional, Mary
said--sweet, ripping music, that re-
minded Mary of Sunday-school excur-
sions to woods and seaside, and of
blue skies and fresh breezes and open
air. Solemn music that reminded
Mary of visits to cathedrals, and or
chestra concerts that Mr.. Jones, who
had an ear for music, like most
Welshmen, took her to sometimes.
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hermit's door, and he gave no sign
that he noticed the music.
Its no use, miss" Mary pro-
nounced. Hes hardened his heart,
like Moses.
81 think it was Pharaoh. Miss
Johnson commented Il am Moses.
We will try fresh plague. Leave
his door open when you take away the
dinner things, and my door aiar. I
am going to sing, If that doesn't
have any effect IL don't know what
l shall do.
Her voice trembled little.
IF you sing as we'll as you can
play, miss" said Mary, 1T ought to
do"
"Oh!" said Miss Johnson, my
playing is nothing. I'm no pianist.
l only strum. sing better than that
But I wish ] sang thousand times
better"
In the evening she sang, and at the
first note, Mary, who was pretending
to be busy at the linen press at the
landing, concluded that she was no
duchess in disguise, but a queen of
the opera stage. She had full, clear
contralto voice, and it had that won
derful gift of touching people that be-
longs to one voice out of hundred
and that no words can define.
AS the song began Mary saw the
inner door of B room open slightly,
and by the end of the first verse the
opening had grown to a foot, and she
clasped her hands excited1y.
And them" Mary told William
Jones, when he called for orders next
morning, she rushed across the land
ing like fire engine, and heard him
say 'Kathie!' and l heard her say
Arthur and the music stool fell
over, and I shut the door on them
and l ran upstairs and cried. l
couldn't help thinking what it would
feel like if you and had quarreled,
and--I don't suppose you'd care-oh.
John! Some one will see-yes-now
let me go--I always knew she was
somebody, and many time I've told
you so. Lady Kathleen Besley.
! That's who she is, and I've often seen
her name in the papers singing at
bazaars.
"She was terrible f1irt, she says,
though you wouldn't think it; but
it's always those quiet ones! And as
mischievous as monkey, as l can
well believe, and always teasing him.
And he was very studious and serious
and the most croquety and cantanker-
GUS man that ever aggravated a poor
girl. She said that to his face! And
she Tilted him in temper-like /
shall do you If you keep on being SO
silly! and then she was very sorry,
like shall be, too! She meant to
make it up when he asked her, but he
didn't, but bolted off in rage, and
an again, especially flirting woman.
and she gave up society and flirting.
and was always trying to find him,
but she couldn't for long while.
At last she went to his lawyer. and
the old gentleman had known them
both since they were boy and girl.
and he told where he was, though he
wasn't supposed to. For he said that
a man who had made such fool OF
himself wanted someone to look after
him-like you do!-You are awful!
SO she came here and took the fiat
next to his, thinking she might meet
him on the stairs, and if she did she
hold out her hand, and if he was nice
she was going to say she was sorry
And you'll have to be nice if you ever
want me to say it. You can remem-
Der that if we quarrel. And when
she found that he never came out she
got over him in another way-like a
woman always can-and they're 60
ing to get married next month, and
she said she'd give us shop of our
own Tiff we were going to at the
same time-but told her couldn't
think of such thing. Wait! Wait!
Unless--unless you wanted to, John.
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