Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-01-14

4 all paved with gold; and when she cam
e and found nary gold nor food but 70
the working, she had TO go to work a
all we poor creathers do; and she too
in washing below stairs; but never
bit would she let this child do 70
| itself, but waited on it like slave, ant
I: only taught it to sing 'dS its mother al,
1 before it,' she said; and last year The
resa died. This poor little creatlIer tool
| on so bad that | took her meself, onl,
4 III be bringing her up different intirely
I'll tache her TO earn her bread at an,
rate; and so | sends her out to sing to
the great folks, and makes her help m,
carry round the clothes; and that is all
Sir"
st was very good in you, Bridget, t.
take the little orphan. You have saved
her from sad fate. You will be re
warded, you May depend"
Bridget raised her eyebrows and
dropped courtsy, while little ''Casto
Dico," 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 at
her tenderly, and then continued:
I" / have plan for this poor child,
which viii at once relieve you of your
charge and repay you for your goodness
of heart. Good night, little one; I'll
come tomorrow. Dry your tears. for l
will yet make you happy. Here Bridg-
ct, is some money 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
m, stiied 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
be did before.
All yes" he says, Il see my way
clear. | can now, without hesitation
| call upon Madam Vic or in her room, to
interest her about my little Casta Diva
| win tell her the story, and engage her
to cultivate the voice of my little pro-
tege. / viii see her tomorrow morning,
and perhaps she will accompany me to
Bridget's lodging. Not very roman
tic walk to invite the lady of my heart
to share, but then the circumstances are
peculiar.
"Now / think of 1t, / must engage of
my landlady the little bedroom next to
mine. am determined to adopt that
singing cherub for my own. I will
change her name to Casta Diva Patron.
1t sounds musical, and she is music it.
self. If sweet Madam Victor only sees
in her what | DOVE shall be an amazing
happy family. | declare, feel like a
husband and father already / shall
find enough to do with my money after
ALL"
And so he goes to bed and dreams of
his future boys till he fairly laughs a.
loud in his sleep.
Now it is morning; and if you will
put your head out of your door, you can
see Kim going along the hall. He stops
at No. 6-knocks gently but the rich
toned piano, touched by thrilling hand,
does not allow SO love-like tap to be
heard. This time he knocks louder
the music stops, and the door is opened
by beautiful woman who smilingly in.
vites him to enter Well, | don't won
der he fell in love with her! They have
closed the door. Let's you and ! 20
peep in at the key-hole, and hear whai
they say; I'll never tell--will you P
Hark Well, after all, cant tell what
they said now because | promised |
wouldn't; but Mr.. PATTI OH has staid in
there great while, and he didn't ask
her to play or sing once all the time
Now the door opens again, and they
come ont together; he in his over coat
and hat, she in her cloak and velvet bon
net. He looks 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 60
ing to Budgets.
And so they were.
Good Mr.. Patron walks slowly with
the sweet lady for she has every reast II
to tremble; she believes she is Laurel
| ta's mamma; for she has been telling
her friend how her husband was killed
in mob one dreadful day because he
was u great politician, aud when they
burned his house they took her and
threw her into prison, where she remain
G! whole year, and only made her es.
cape when, during terrible troubles in
Italy, the prison doors were unbarred
to all.
She had sought .antically for bel
child, but in vain; and believing thai
both Lauretta and her nurse were crush
cd in the same mob that killed her hus
band, she came to America 10 try tC
earn alivelihood among hospitable stran
gers by her fine musical education anC
uncommon voice.
Madam Victor believes that Laurett:
is her child, because their two storie
are so strangely alike. Five years hav,
passed since she left Italy but sh,
knows her eyes will not deceive her.
Her baby features are indelibly engray
ed upon her heart
Her kind friend supports her up tn
! FIVE flights of stairs, and then she stop
to take breath and to nerve herself 10
either intense happiness or heavy disap
pointmeRt.
, They are about to enter the room
when little voice greets her ear sing
, ing, with wonderful power and expires
sion, an Italian melody which the lad
! herself used to sing in her own sum
t land. She stops and grasps the arm Q
/, her friend.
r "Oh wait" she whispers; "let m
I try;" and, with a great effort, she cor
tinues and completes the uninishe'
0 strain in ayoice that an angel might no
| exceed.
n He opens the door.
q Iauretta stands in the cenfnr of III