The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1914-07-18
Continued from Page 81
THE BORROWED LOVER.


90, know, father" came it shyly
from the corner.
"You, Emily?"
Eyes. II think maybe my former
music teacher, Mr.. Harkenstein, could
possibly be induced to do us the
favor" Emily said blushingly.
Fine! That's the mani" Mamma
Tucker cried, delightedly. 'He looks
and he is, indeed very refined,
surely more than that mean Freiherr
Won und zu Habenichts And he has
the easy manners of an American
Though of German descent, think he
was born in this country. Wasn't he,
Emily?"
eyes, think he told me So"
''Well, the matter is very delicate
one" Papa Tucker put in; "and
doubt if this Mr.. Har-what was his
name? o yes, Harkenstein, will do us
such a favor"
20, he must" declared Mrs. Tucker.
@Just offer him five or ten dollars and
he will. My, doesn't he sell his time
for playing pianos why not for play
ing courier? Our Emily certainly is
not a bad partner, too"
Emily bIusned again, but remained
silent. Mr.. Tucker was soon sent
away with strict orders to arrange
matters with the piano teacher.
1t was nearly noon, and the train in
which Aunt Tabby would arrive was
about due, when Mr.. Tucker arrived,
accompanied by Mr.. Harkenstein. He
had succeeded in his mission. A few
minutes later Mrs. Tucker, who had
gone to the station to meet Aunt Tab
by, arrived with the old lady and she
was introduced to the music teacher
Theodore Harkenstein,' smiled the
tall man, and he bowed with the air
of a Spanish grandee. Chiyalrously
he kissed the hand of Aunt Tabby,
and then stood aside with easy man
ner.
The old maid, who lived in a lonely
town, smiled with some embarrass-
ment as her hand was kissed; but re-
covered quickly, and remarked:
81 see you were brought up in
European style: But I must say"
tittering shamefully, cit is very nice.
1t is $3.50 old timely chivalrous."
The day before, Mrs. Tucker had
prepared a grand dinner, and as they
sat down at the table Mr.. Harkenstein
Miss Emily. He had fine table-man-
ners, and turned his attention to the
ladies, especially to Aunt Tabby, who
was apparently pleased with him. The
fuckers had never seen her in better
mood; she was quite lively.
'But look here, children" she eX-
claimed suddenly; you're $3.50
bashful and strange with each other.
There's no need to be ashamed be-
fore your old aunt Now I want to
see how you kiss each other. Quick!
Don't be afraid, Emily, and you, Mr..
Harkenstein."
The girl changed color, and the bor-
rowed intended looked helplessly
sheepish at Mrs. Tucker, who eagerly
winked consent. Then the two actors
Is II1S hI00Cu ChOIhC1s
Aunt Tabby was all smiles.
That's right, my dear children
she exclaimed That's right"
.And-now, what is your manner"
Theodore Harkenstein."
Theodore! What nice name. I
once" She stopped short, and re-
peating the name, wrote it in her note
book. "And you're living hereto,
yes-325 Chestnut Street. And your
occupation? Piano teacher and must
cal composer-oh, yes, composer.
have it. Thank you. Well, well, you
play the piano. How I do like music!
Won't you be kind enough to let us
hear some of your compost
tions?"
Mr.. Harkenstein willingly played a
few of his best pieces, and won by
his efforts the loud applause of Aunt
Tabby.
The afternoon passed away in ami
mated conversation, and by supper
time Mr.. Harkenstein was the de-
clared favorite of the old lady. After
supper she put the hands of the two
together and said with much solem-
nifty:
MY dear childreni | heartily con-
graduate each of you on your engage
ment. Heaven bless you. Be happy.
and don't forget in your happiness
your old aunt. who will not forget
you.