Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1857-07-24
NO. 26.

about my little Casta Diva. / willtell her
the story and engage her to cultivate the
voice Of my little portcge, | will SEQ her
tomorrow morning, and perhaps she will
accompany me TO Bridgets lodging. Not a
very romantic walk to invite the lady Of
my heart to share, but then the circumstan-
ccs are peculiar.
"Now think Of il, / must engage Of
my landlady the little bedroom next to
mine. am determined to adopt that sing
ing chorub for my own. | will change her
name to Casta Diva Patron. 1t sounds
musical, and she is musical herself. III
sweet Madame Victor only sees in her what
l do, we shall be an amazing happy family.
declare feel like husband and father
already. | shall find enough to do with
my money after allp t
And so he goes to bed and dreams Of
his future joys till he fairly laughs aloud in
his sleep. f
Now it is morning, and if you will put
your head out of your door, you can sec
him walking along the hall. He stops at
No. S---knocks gently, but the rich toned
piano, touched by thrilling hand, docs not
allow so love-like tap to be heard. This
time he knocks louder, the music stops, and
the door is opened by a beautiful woman,
who smilingly invites him in enter. Well,
don't wonder he fell in love with her =
They closed the door. Let's you and &C
peep at the key hole and hear what they
have to say. I'll never tell-will you p
Hark Well, after all can't tell what
| tbo,, eo;J no,u. baooueo T ,1ro,,,;eoJ ,,ot 10
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; hc in his overcoat and hat;
she in her cloak and velvet bonnet. He
look very much excited, and she looks pale
and trembles SO she can hardly speak Sh,
takes his offered arm, and goes down stair
and out of the street door. l do believ,
they are going to Bridget's.
And so they are.
Good Mr.. Patron walks slowly with tn,
sweet lady, for she has every reason to trem
BILE; for she has been telling her friend hoy
t her husband was killed in dreadful mol
one day, because he was a great politician
and when they had burned his house the,
threw her into prison, where she remained
whole year, and only made her escape whel
during tho terrible trouble in Italy, tn
prison doors were unbarred to all.
She sought frantically for her children
but in vain, and believing that both Lau
retta and her nurse were crushed in Tho
mob that killed her husband, she came t.
try to earn livelihood among the hospita
[ bic strangers by her fine musical education
and uncommon voice.
s Madame Victor believes that Lauretta
her child, because their story are SO strong
B ly alike. Five years have passed since sh
e left Italy; but she knows that her eyes wi
! not deceive her. Her baby's features al
indeliably engraved upon her heart,
a Her kind friend supports her up fiv
D flights of stairs, and she stops to take breat
and to nerve herself for either intense har
: pincss or disappointment.
: They are about to enter the room, whe
! a little voice greeted her ears, singing wit
= wonderful power and expression, an Italia
/. melody, which the lady herself used to sin
in her own sunny land. She stops an
grasps the arm of her friend.
"Oh, watt" she whispers, "let me try,
with great effort, she continues and com
pletes the unfinished strain in a voice tha
; an angels might not exceed.
He opens the door.
D Lauretta stands in the centre of the foo
4 alone, pale and agitated; her great eye
: dilated with emotion long repressed. He
, mothers voice has reached spot in her Iii
tie heart, which vibrates on her memor
t like glimpse of Heaven.
t Madame Victor sinks upon q chair, an
: gazes long and earnestly upon the motion
= less figure; then she stretches out her arm
S and whispers, "come here"
@ Lauretta slowly advances, and when 81
s is close enough to the lady, she nestles h,
a head upon her bosom; and draws lor
r deep sigh.
d "Iell me your name sweet one"
!, The lady presses the little form still close
{ "Darling, l am your mother"
, Il know it." sighed the child.
F; 'You know it, my angela"
| "Yes have seen you in my dreams, an
always called you mother and when yo
Q sang just now it brought it all back"
$ Good Mr.. Patron went TO the windo
/ and wiped his eyes,
t "Onee again Nc see him sitting in his e,
{ sy chair before the bright tire, BY his sid
5 s'ts beautiful lSdy-Noe hand lies in hi
, ard the osAer wSS tenderly S,roking h
/ hair bat he, eyes are resting upon the Ii
o tie fairy who sits at the piano, silent
1 dreaming over some of Handers mus
!, which her papa has brought home to her.
0 The lady is his wife.
D The fairy is his 'Casta Diva