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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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m/sez your mother, wen I see her, 6 its amortal sperrit. And I didnt darstkiss ye. You do now, dont you ? the mortalspirit cried, and she sprang up and dartedround to hug him. Did I choke youwith these arms, Father James ? she said,as he emerged red from the embrace. Theyre dear arms, said FatherJ ames. Theyre strong ones. Thats whatgymnasium, and basket-ball, and rowing,and lifting dead-weights of women inthe hospital do for you. Oh, Ill showyou how I can rake the hay to-morrow! I guess we didnt send ye to collegeter hev ye come home an rake hay, saidher father, majestically. Say! you aintlooked in the keepin-room! Yes, I did. And youve gone and gotan organ, and I cant play on it! I can, said her father. You darling old Father James! Youcan? Oh, wont that be the best yet!Only think of it! Mother and I will singhymns and you will play them, Sundaynights. I never dreamed of that! Howdid you learn to do it, father? Learned myself, he said, somewhatloftily. Picked it out, an pegged away.
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Vol. CIX.—No. 649.-3 20 HAKPERS MONTHLY MAGAZINE. Found out some fum wat I knowed ofthe accordeon. Here, Ill show ye! Andhe left the table and threw open the doorof the best room and the lid of the littlehouse-organ; and bent laboriously overkeyboard and pedal, he played the air of Federal Street, if with a certain same-ness in the left hand. And presently thetwo voices, young and old, were braidedtogether with the droning harmony in astrain of music that could only have beenpleasant in heavenly ears, however crit-ical might have been earthly ones. I always knew you were full of mu-sic, Father James, said Lally, when theywere finishing their supper more leisure-ly. But how you contrived all this, Icant imagine. Im just as proud asa peacock! Wal, I hed a try at them books yesent home, and I found twas no go. AndId bought the organ for you to have, anthere was the old book of hymn tunes,an ith the help o that an wat yourmother an me learned to singin-schule,I made out. An sometimes tw

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