The Davenport daily gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1869, 1857-08-01

Nov e y morning, and II you win put
your hsud out q your DOR, you can see him
walking along the hs't. lie stops ct No. g.
knDcln gently; bu. the rich toned piano,
t0ecAsd BY thrilling hand, docs not allow
- love-like tap To be heard. This time he
knocks louder, the music stops, and the door
y opened BY beautiful woman, who snil-
inely invites him to enter. Well, I don't
wonder he fell in love with hcr2 They
closed the door Let you and 90 and peep
at the key hole and hear what they have Ia
say. Ill never tcll--will youf llark
Well, AFTER all can't tell what they said
now because ! promised wouldn't: but
Patron has staid in there great while, and
he don't ask her to sing or play oil the
time.
Now the door opens again, aud they come
out together; he in his ovcrcoat and hat,
she in her cloak and velvet bonnet. He
looks very much excited, and she looks pale
and trembles 80 she can hardly speak. Sne
takes his offered arm and Cues down the
stairs and out the street door. do believe
they arr going Ia Budgets.
And - they arr
Good Mr.. Patron walks slowly with the
sweet lady, for she has every reason to trem-
blc--shc believes she l. I.a,ircsta's mamma !;
for she has been telling her friend how her
husband was killed in a dreadful mob one
day, because he was great politician and
when they had burned iTfs house, they took
and threw hei into prison, where she re-
manned whole .,car, and only made her
escape when, during the terrible trouble in
Italy, the prison doors were unharrcd 60 all
She saught frantically for her child, hut in
vain and believing that bath Iaarctta and
her nurse had been crushed by the mob that
killed her husband, she came 20 America 10
try to earn livelihood among the hospita-
bic strangers, by her tine musical education
and uncommon voice.
Madame Victor believes that I.aurctta j.
her child, because their stories are ~ strong
ly alike. Five years have passed since she
left Italy, but she knows that her eyes will
not deceive her Her child's features are
indellihly engraved upon her heart.
Her kind friend supports her up five
flights 81 stairs, and she stoI~ to take breath
and to nerve herself for either intense hap
pine>s or great disappointment
They are about ;o enter the roosn, when
sweet voice greets her car, singing with
wonderful power and expression, an Italian
melody, which the lady herself used 10 sing
in her own sum, land She stops and
grasp- the arm 1t her friend
"Oh, wait, she whispers, let me try"
with great effort, she continues and COM
pletes the unfinished strain, in Voice that
an angels might not exceed
lie opens the dcor.
Laurctta stands in the centre IL the fiopr,
alone, pale AMI aeitated; her great eyes
dilated with emotion long reprcs>ed. Her
mothers voice has reached spot i'm her lit
tie heart, which slbrate~ on her memory
like q glimpse IL Heaven.
Madame Victor sinks upon a chair, and
gaxes long and earnestly upon the motion
less figure, then she stretched out her arms
and whispers, .eonc h~re.''
Tell me yonr name. sweet one"
The lady presses the little form still el.,scr
Darling, ! am Your mother"
~ know IT," sighed the child
"l"u know II, my angel 7"
YES; ] have seen You in my DREAMS, and
always called You mother, and when you
sang just now II brought il AN hack
Coed Mr.. Patron went Ia the window
and wiped has eyes
Once again we see HIM sitting IA his easy
chair before the bright c,al fin. By HI
side sits beautiful lady-one hand hes in
his, and the other was tendcrly stroking his
hair, but her eyes are resting uvnn the little
fairy who sits AZ the piano, silently dream
ing over some u lIan.iels music which her
papa has brought home to her.
The lady is his wife.
The fairy IL his .Casta Diva