The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1857-07-09

sake Of the, air, there game brig row in the
city, and the childs father. was N the middle
Of it, and got kilt and when she reached the
house, all in a fright. sure it was on fire and
the mother of il gone. ard niver was she able
to find it. So she kept the child and comesto
Amerieswith u, forashsi teard how the streets
wese 3aved with gold, ,sand when she came and &
found nary gold danoffood but Tor the swofking,I
she had 70 go to work, asallwe poor creatures
do; an, she'fook ia washinginths one room be-
low; but niyer Bitwould she let the child do
Tor itself but waited on it like slave, and on-'
ly taught it to sing, ssas its mother did before
it,p she said; and last year Theresa died. = !.
This poor creature took on 50 bad that took
her myself, only pll be hringin' her up differ
emily, intireiy; rll teach her to earn her bread,
at any rate, and so / send her ont every day.
to sing to the great folss,s am makes herheIp
me to carry around. theciothes, and that is all,
sir ~. st ai 81 z ~ e4sas stt@ - ~
at was very good in you, Bridget, to take
the little orphan; you have saved her from
sad fate; you viii be rewarded, you may de-
pend" "a tsi3sos esgs7 g saaass =
Bridget raised her eyebrows and dropped a
courtesy, while little casta Diva, as Mr.. Pat
ron then, and ever since called her, hid her,
face in the bed and sobbed to hear her own
story related. The kind gentleman looked at
her tenderiy, and then continued: ~
.sI have plan for this poor ciild, which viii
relieve you Of your charge, ardTepay yorfoor
your goodness Of heart. Good night, Little
one; III come to morro.y. Dry your tears, for
will yet make you happy. Here, Bridget,
is some moasyfor you, and be sure You do not
send her out to sing again. Ihave something
better for her to do"
Bridget dropped another courtesey; and her
mouth opened wide--for she was all mystifed
and bewildered.
An hour later and Mr.. Patron is again seat
ed in an easy chair before his bright coal fire,
with his dressing gown once more folded
around him. The only difference is that he
smiles instead OF signing as he did before.
Gas, yes,' he says, 81 see my way clear. 4
can now, without hesitation, call upon Mad.
anne Victor in her room, to interest her about
my little Casta Diva. will tell her the story
and engage her TO cultivate the voice of my lit
tie protege win see her tomorrow morn
ing, and perhaps she will accompany me to
Bridset's lodging Not a veryromantic walk
to invite the lady Of my heart to share, but.
then the circumstances are peculiar.' -
ssNow think ofit, must engage of my
landiady the little bedroom next to mine. 1 attn
determined 10 adopt that singing cherub for
my own. l viii change her name tn Ca ia
Diva patron. 2lt sounds musical, aud sire Is
musical herself If sweet Madame Victor on
~ sees in her what do, we shall be an amaz-
ing happy family. Ideclare feel hike a hus-
band aud father already shall. find enough
to do with my moneyafter all. s.
And so he goes to bed aud dreams of his fu-
tnre Joys till he fairly laughs aloud in bis
Sleep. T7 GEfsgI9F yag EFE
Nowit is morning, and if you viii put your
head out Of your door, you can see him walking
along the hail. He stops at No. S--knocks
gently; but the rich toned piano, Touched by
thrilling baud, does not allow so love.like a
tapto be heard. This time he knocks louder,
the music stops and the door is opened by a
beautiful woman, who smllingly invites him to
enter. Well, don't wonder he fell in love
with her They CLOSED taes door. Let's You
aud go peep atthe key-hole and bear shat
they have to say. aFll never tell--will you?
Hark Well, after all | can't tell what they
said now; because promised l wouldn'i; but
Patron has staid in there great while, and he
don't ask her to sing or play all the time
Now the door opens again and they come
out together; he in his oyercoat and hat; she
in her cloak and velvet bonnet. He looks very
rn..ch excited, and she looks pale and trem-
bies so she can hardly speak. She takes
his offered arm. and goes down stairs and out
OF the street door. 4, ssssas
do believe they are going to Bridget's.
And so they are.
Good Mr.. Patron walks slowly with the
sweet lady, for she has every reason to trem-
BILE; she believes she is Lauretta's mamma; For
she has been telling her friend how her hus-
baud was killed ina dreadful mob one day,
because he was great politician, and when
they had burned his house they. took aud threw
her into prison, where she remained whole
year, and only made her escape when during
the terrible trodble in Italy, the prison doors
were unbarred to all. 1885
She sought frantically for her child, but in
vain, and believing that bo:h Lauretta and the
nurse were crushed In the mob that killed her
husband, she came to America to try to earn
livelihood among the. hospitable strangers
by her fine musical education and uncommon
voice. - se4e.ss,s ! &
Madam Victor believes thatJ anrettals her
child, because their stories are SO strongly
alike. Five years have passed since she left
Italy; but she knows that her eyes win not de-
ceive her. Her baby's features are indelibly
engraved upon her heart. ~ j aEssavs
Her kind friend supports her up fve flights
OF stairs, and she esiops tostake breath and to
nerve herself for either intense happiness or
disappointment. A9a = 81 sn 1SAsl :
They are about TO enter the room, when a
little voice greets her ears, singing with woa-
derfui power and expression, an Italian melo-
dy, which the lady herself used e sing in her
own sunny land. She stops, and grasps the arm
of her friend. ~ 80 ...tx
"Oh. watt" she whispers, s'let me try" with
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