The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1857-07-23

Your shirts were not ironed to be su'unt
ye, may be?' r.
Shirts all right. Bridget. came t.
bring home your little girl, aud to asl
you something about her. She has beeI
! singing to me. Will you tell me where
> she came from?'
'Ye take deal O. trouble for lone b
! of a child, indeed, sir; but her story is no
SO very long She lived with furrer
woman, in the room below, named The
resa. The woman she was waiting maid
in Lauretta's family, in Italy, somewhere
and while she was out with the child
then only two years old, for the sake o
the air, there came big row in the city,
and the child 's5father was in the middle
of it, and got kilt; and then she reached
the house, all in fright, sure il was on
fire and the mother of it gone, and nivel
was she able 10 find it. So she kept the
child and came to America with it; for she
heard how the streets were paved with
gold, and when she came and found nary
gold nor food but for the working, she
had to 20 TO work, as all we poor crea-
lures do; an she took in washing in the
one room below stairs; but niver the bit
would she let the child do for itself; but
waitet on it like slave. and only taught
it to sing, as its mother did before it, ,
she said: and last year Theresa died -
This poor creature took on so bad that l
took her myself, only l II be bringin her
up differently, intirely; I'll teach her to
earn her bread, at any rate, aid so l send
her out every day, to sing to the great
folks, an make her help me to carry a.
round the clothes, and that is all, SIR
1t was very good in you, Bridget, to
take the little orphan; you have saved her
from a sad fate; you will be rewarded,
you may depend
Bridget raised he eyebrows and drop.
ped courtesy, while little Casta Diva,
as Mr.. Patron 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 tenderly, and
then continued:
i have a plan for this poor child,
which will relieve you of your charge,
and repay you foryour goodness of heart.
Good night little one; I'll come lo.mor-
row. Dry your tears, for will yet make
you happy. Here, Bridget, is some mon
ey for you, and be sure you do not send
her out to sing again. have something
better for her to do
Bridget dropped another courtesy; and
her mouth opened wide--for she was all
mystfed and bewildered.
An hour later and Mr.. Patron is again
seated in an easy chair before his bright
coal fire. with his dressing gown once
more folded around him. The only diff !
ference is that he smiles insted of singing
as he did before.
'Ah, yes he says, see my way clear.
| can now without hesitation, call upon
Madame Victor in her room, to interest
her about my little Casta Diva. l will
tell her story and engage her to cultivate
the voice OF my little protege. | will see
her tomorrow morning, and perhaps she
will accompany me 10 Bridget's lodging
Not very romantic walk to invite lady
of my heart to share, but then the cir
cumstance are peculiar
Now think of it, must engage of my
landlady the little bedroom next to mine.
| am determined to adopt that singing
cherub for my own. | will change the
name to Casta Diva Patron. 1t sounds
musical, and she is musical herself. If
sweet Madame Victor only sees in her
what do, weshal be an amazing happy
family. / declare feel like a husband
and father already. sail find euough to
do with my money after all
And SO he goes to bed and dreams of
his future joys till he fairly langhs aloud
in his sleep
Now it is morning, and il you will put
your head out Of yur door, you can see
him walking along the hall. He stops at
No 8-knocks gently, but the rich toned
piano, touched by a thrilling hand, does
not allow so love like tap to be heard
This time lie knocks louder. the music
stops, and the door is opened by beau
Liful woman, who smiliDgy invites him to
enter. Well, don't wonder he fell in
love with her! They closed the door
Let you and | go peep at the key-hole
and hear what they have to say. I'll nevre
you? Hark! Well after all
cant tell what they said now; because |
l wouldn't; but Patron has staid
in there great while, he don't ask her
10 sing or play all the time.
Now the door opens again and they
come out together; he in his overcoat and
hat; she in her cloak and velvet bonnet
He looks very much excited, and she looks
pale and trembles SO she can hardly speak.
She takes his offered arm, and goes down
stairs and out of the street door. / 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
lrembe; she believes she is Lauretta's
for she has been telling her
friend how her husband was killed in a
dreadful mob one day, because he was a
great politician, and when they had burn.
ed his house they took and threw her into
prison where she remained whole year,
and only made her escape when during .
the terrible trouble in Italy, the prison
doors were upbarred to all. ,