The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1856-03-05

window opened, anu Young lady appeared
whose beauty struck one. Arabian Nights
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/ links YOU like dis room,' said mine host,
Joris Van Boompjes, landlord of the Golden
Rose, y in the antique city Of Bruges. 4 links
you like dis room,' he repeated with solemni-
ty and emphasis amounting almost TO prophecy.
This was asserted AS he showed me to an
apartment of very humble pretensions, and by
no means equal to several which we had alrea
DIV passed. l would have demonstrated, but
Mvnheer Van Boompjes had already turned to
depart. Without degning to listen to my com
plants, he gazed fxedly at me, shut his eyes,
Shook his head, and once more repeated in the
tone of an oracle-I know you like dis room
In truth it was old, quaint and brown enough
to have pleased the most enthusiastic lover of
"Flcmish Interiors; and its furniture would, |
suppose, have brought high price at curl
osity shop. But as my own particular fancy is
for light, airy rooms, French beds, and chairs
and tabels of the latest mode, it presented no
attraction for me. .s-
A cup of fragrant coffee, and a few glasses
of excellent wine, drawn from the stores of my
attentive host, soon pat me in better humor.
The room, though dark, was clean, and the
bed was model. Having carefully examined
all within, presently turned my glance without.
Opposite to my window, on the other side of
a very narrow lane, was one of those large, an
tigue easements, in which tall man might
have stood on tolerable high stills without the
slightest fear Of dumping" head or hat. The
door-like sash was closed but could detect
within wealth Of window drapery and furni-
ture of aristocratic elegance. Books, musical
instruments, flowers, and other objects of taste,
indicated a lady occupant; as this thought
crossed my mind, blessed the obscurity of my
own room, which qualified it SO admirably for
look out. -...-- ...... -
I had conjectured rightly. For as gazed,
| there came to the easement a young lady of re-
markable beauty. An itnerant musician in the
lane below had attracted Eer attention. With
touch she opened the great sash and looked
out The summer breeze waved the curtain in
airy confusion, but she held its fold with one
very pretty hand, while she supported her
graceful form on the other. 1t was picture
worthy the pencil of Newton, Elton. or any
other limner of ''window beauty"
I tinks,' said I to myelf very slowly, and re-
calling the solemn tones of my landlord, 1
links likes dis roomp
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street minstrel laid low and listened, look
ing meanwhile at my young neighbor The
song was an old French ballad, chanted to s
plaintive air. by an excellent voice
Farewell, farewell mine own heart dear
No more delay,
For ! must wander far from here,
I All Ger the heath away
'Vaerwell, vaerwell, mi in soete lief!' The
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| like charm, for it had summoned to my vision
Sic The lady had evidently listened to the bal
liant thought came into nv mind. rushed
down into the street and overlook the singer
He was an intelligent looking young man.
You have a good voice. said |.
1 have been in more than one opera chorus,
he replied, but it didn't tpay.' -.
I want you to come and sing twice day ii
the place where you just now sung "vaerwell
vaerwell."'
That will be guider day he answered
There is a guilder for to-day replied. ]
you keep quiet and say nothing, you shall be
well paid
A knowing glance intimated that the singer
was discreet / told him 10 come early in The
morning and at night.
For Several days the music worked like ;
charm. But the regularity ofthls arrangement
began 10 attract attention. 1t was observed
that, paid or unpaid the minstrel always ap
peared at the same hour, and sang precisely
three songs. Vrow Van Boompjes declared
that the young man was crazy, while Mynhee
Joris, her husband who had no music in hi
soul, swore at the "cursed noise,' and finally
threatened Jost Speler (my troubador) will
the police. Witnessed the alteration from m,
window, and finally saw, from confidential
whispering between the pair that the perfdi
Gus Jost was betraying my secret to the jolI,
host. The consequence had we'll nigh provee
fatal, for the fat landlord fell on a bench in al
agony of laughter, which nothing but the sigh
of his wife relieved.
Meanwhile my beautiful neighbor stood a
the window, apparently awaiting with impa
tence the second song. But Herr Joris hae
invited Jost to quiet glass Of wine, and whel
the latter reappeared it was to chant in an bac
Echanalian voice free-and easy ballad of a Ger
! tain "miller's wife, which caused an angr,,
blush to mount on my fair neighbor's cheek
and closed the sash with a suddenness whicl
went like blow to my heart. ....
Very WELL Master Jost,' thought |, this i
the way you serenade' There was book o.
the table, and in the rage I caught it up an,
dropped it on his bare head as he sung beneat
the window. But it rebounded from his Dutc1
poll without producing any effect beyond win
at me, and an approving nod at what he seem
ed to consider a playful and excellent joke. L
despair | closed my window and flung sbysel
on the bed. For the first time fairly realizes
that was in love-desperately SO. And wit
whom?
With very pretty Flemish lady;
Who was we'll dressed, Fl ..HJr
i Who had love for music,
And who lived in good house. -
This was not much, but it was reason enough
/ resolved on more decisive measures. :9s
l.. As I assembled to dinner, encountered m;
worthy host. His face, (which was usually ge
NAL, now seemed absolutely radiant and glori
fed with suppressed fun. Hiseyes dahce'
with preternatural brilliancy, laying his might,
hand on my shoulder, he whispered, with
stupendous wink-''I links you like dat room!
i Mvlttle secret was discovered With con