Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1853-05-10

as he spoke them his voice had grown
very sad and low, and she was weeping.
And then again they both were silent
Tor little while, until she cried with
passionate sorrow:
20 Master, must go?' and clasping
both her hands together, raised her be.
seeching eyes up to his face as though il
were possible for her to see what sen.
tencc might be written there.
NO, not against your will he ar.
swercd, bu: the Joy which for moment
had halfbroken forth into cry, was 81.
fenced by the tone in which he spoke,
it was so grave and cold; and while she
stood abashed and silent, he added sor.
row(ully and reproachfully. your faith.
er-your mother Berthalde, are they both
lorgoitcn!'
Forgive me; for did forget! ,ho't
only of myself and she sobbed aloud.
'Oh do not hate mc--do not look in an.
ger upon mel!
She stretched out both her hands 10
him; he took them into his, looking
with deep searching pity on her, and
with unutlerable melody his lich voice
spoke:
MY child you condemn yourself too
much. we'll know there have been
few moments in your life when you have
forgotten others in thoughts Of yourself.
BE comlorted.'
My father! my mother! she murmur.
ed to herself, in low and ten Ter tones, as
though she sought by whispering their
names, TO strengthen herself for the sac.
rfcc; and then again she was quite 81.
lent, and they both stood beside each
other, until at last she raised her head,
and with face quite pale, like marble,
with the long, dark lashcs Of her eyes
cast down upon her cheek, with tlem.
bling and white lips she slowly said:
MY Master, l will co.
And then there came suddcnly-al.
most in the moment that the words were
spoken-a passionate flood of tears.
He spoke no word Of comfort; he could
not understand her overwhelming grief;
nor had he any sympathy with it. Many
long solitary years, perhaps had chilled
the feelings Of youth. Perhaps from his
calm station he looked back upon them
with a kind Of pity, smiling at the pas.
sionate grief and the still more passion.
ate JOY that triaes once could give him.
His passion was his art. And he was
happy in it, perhaps as happy os he
wished TO be, for he had forgotten much.
Only when the poor child's wild out.
bursts of sorrow had partly died away,
and the deep bitter sobs grew hushed, did
the Kapell.meister speak to her.
He spoke to her about her parents;
abou, her poverty, and the small help
she had yet been able to give to them
of their love for her, their pride in her,
and the Joy that it would give her to be
the comfort and joy Of their old age
Her heart answered to each word, and
her tears ceased 10 fall, and her resolve
grew still more firm that she would think
about herself no more.
Then he spoke of her own future; re
ioicing that her great talent would be
no longer hidden; that she would make
name to herself, and gain the honor
that here she scarcely could have hoped
to gain.
She shook her head, and tried 10 81
lence him, and tears rose in her eyes
again-lor what was fame to her? And
when at last he tried to strengthen hel
for her dcparture-telling her how each
day would lessen her regret; how gradu
ally old memories would fade away; how
tho kevn svrrow there, though hard to
bear at first, would lose some Of its
sharpness every hour-she only shook
her head and wept.
my child it is growing late. They
will be looking for you at home said
the Kapell. .meister, breaking the silence
that had fallen over them.
She reused herself, and rose hurriedly
Yes, should have gone before
did not know how late it was Master
have kept you here much too long
Forgive me; it was very thoushtless,' she
said timidly.
NAY, my child, it was rather who
detained you,' he answered kindly.
She stood before him, her lips trcm
bling, and her eyelids cast down, as i
she wished to speak, and had not cour'
age. Then she made great effort and
the words came out.
you must not think l am ungratelul
You have been exceedingly kind to me,
She did not weep but great sobs heaved
her bosom convulsively.
'AIl my life's gratitude can never be
too much, can never pay you back all
that owe you-never! but all my life
will remember you, and love you; and
o, think of me when | am gone!
'Yes will think ofyou my child;'
the Kapell. .meste, said, and even his
voice so calm at all times seemed sha
ken with emotion now; Il will think o.
you as one who was taken from me al
the moment when felt that she nigh
beco ONE as dear as q daughter TO me-
The Kapell.meister stopped over the
kneeling, and pressed a cold calm kiss
upon her brow. Then when few min
utes had passed he again bade her 60
and she rose up, weeping no more, and
like a child obeyed him. Their las
words together were Of ordinary things
'You will bel here tomorrow at tht
usual time Berthalde?'
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