Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1858-02-02
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ded, you may depend"
Bridget raised her eyebrows and drop
ped a courtsev. while little CosrA Diva,
as Mr.. Patron then and ever since has
called her, hid her face in the bed, and
sobbed to hear her own story related
The kind gentleman looked al her ten
derlv. and then continued:
4 have a plan for this poor child which
will at once relieve you Of your charge,
and repay you for your goodness Of heart.
Good night, little one; I'll come to-mor-
row. Dry your tears. for l Will vel make
you happy. Here Bridget, is some mon
y for you, and be sure you do not send
her OFT 10 sing again. have something
better for her 10 do
Bridget dropped another courtesy, and
her mouth opened " Re, for she was all
mystlhed and bewildered.
An hour later and Mr.. Patron is seat
ed IN his easy chair before his bright fire,
with his dressing gown once more folded
around him. The only difference is that
he smiles instead Of signing as he did
before.
"Ah yes" he says, q see my way
clear. | can now, without hesitation cal
upon Madame Victor in her room, to IN
terest her about ny little Costa Diva.
will tell her the story, and engage her to
cultivate the voice Of my little protege.
viii see her Tomorrow morning, and per-
haPs she Will accompany me TO Bridget's
lodging. Not very romantic walk to
invite the lady Of nay heart to share, bat
then the circumstances are peculiar.
$ NOW l think of it, must engage of
my laniIady the liule bedroom next to
mine. am determined to adopt that
singing cherub for my own. Twill change
Ter name to Costa Diva Patron. It sounds
musical, and she IS music itself. II sweet
Madame Victor only sees in her what
do, we shall be an amazing happy farni-
". l declare, feel Ike a husband and
father already. l shall find enough TO do
with my money after all
And 50 he goes to bed and dreams Of
his future boys til he fairly laughs aloud
in his sleep.
Now It IS morning, and if YOU will
put your head Oul of your door, YOU can
see him gong along the hall. He stops
ii No. 6-knocLs gently; bat the rich
toned piano, touched BY a thrilling hand
does mol allow 50 Ioye-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 to en.er. Wei, | don't wonder he
fell IL love Wigh her They have closed
The door Lets you and 1 go peep in at
The ker hole, and hear what thew say.
III never tell-wII you2 Hark. Well.
after all, cant tell you what they said
because l promised I wouldn't; but Mr..
Patron has staid in there a great while
and he didn't ask her to play or sing once
al the time.
NO" the door opens again, and they
come cut together; he in his over coat
and lat, and She in her cloak and velvet
bonnet. He loo6s very much excited. and
she looks pale, and trembles so she can
scarcely speak. She takes his offered
arm and goes down stairs and out the
street door. / do believe they are going
70 Bridge.'s.
And 50 they were.
Good Mr.. Patron walks slowly with
the sweet lady, for she has every reason
10 tremble; She believes she is Laurret-
as mamma; for she has been telling her
friend how her husband was killed in .
mob one dreadful day because he was \
great politician, and when they burned
his house they took her and threw her
into prison, where she remained whole
year, and only made her escape when.
during terrible troubles in Italy, the pris-
on doors were uubarred TO all
She hadsought frauucaIIy for her child
'ut IN vain; and believing tha. both Lau-
re.lD and her nurse were crushed in the
Same mob tia. had killed her husband
she came 70 America to try 10 earn q
livelihood among hospitable strangers bv
her fine musical education and uncom-
mon voice.
Madame Victor believes that Laureua