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

fotlorn thing il is to live alone - anG
he drew his easy chair close to the fire
and ensconced himself therein, wrap
ping his tri-colored dressing. gown a
bout him. 50 wish | were married
know lady-boards in the same house
too-and | believe she'd have me, if
were to ask her. | mean the pretty
music-teacher. She is young, delicate
and amiable; only there seems to be
something melancholy about her, as tho
she had known sorrow; besides she is a
widow. | like her though, and be
lieve she likes me. III think this over
! have plenty of money, and nobody 10
spend it upon. Yes, / think | will ask
pref y Madam Victor to marry me-"
Rap, tap, tap.
"Come in who's there ?"
'sPleasc, Sir, i''s your clean clothes. -
"Clean clothes! and pray who are
you, you little cherub, and where do you
come from p
6 | am Lauretta, Sir; and live with
Bridget, who washes your clothes, and
she sent me with the basket tonight"
"Yes, | should think she had, YOU lit.
tie ducklin; and the basket is bigger
than yourself. Come and sit down in
this chair by the fire and warm your
toes-therc, now want to talk with
you. Are you Bidgci's child ~
ooh no, Sir" and look of care pas
sed over her little face.
"No, | thought not. Washerwomen':
children don't have such eyes nor sucl
broad foreheadS, nor such soft hair
Well, birdie, how came you with Bridg
ct? Have you no parents 2"
81 don't know. | only dream have
Bridget lets me stay with her because
can sing"
"Sing! and what has that to do will
it?"
"Oh, Sir, sing ply songs in the grea
houses and they give ne sixpences, ano
| take them home TO Bridget
"Aha! you pay your board, then ?
Well, little Lauretta, will you sing TO
me now :"
"Yes, indeed ;" and the lite one stoo'
up in the middle of the rug, and, open
ing her rosebud mouth, she sings Cast
Dica
BLESS my stars, what voice!
know some hing of music myself; a
least to know that such a Voice Shout
be fortune to the one who possesses il
Little org, where did you learn that p
'NurSe taught me-"
''Nu-se! Who is Nu"se?"
"Nurse is dead" The dark eyes Fl
with tears, and the ruby lips are qui'
ering.
Mr.. Patron walks up and down tn
room. His curiosity is excited as we
as his ply
please, Sir, shall l have my basket
Bridget will scold me if stay so long.
No, little one, l will carry the ba
ket; l am going home with you.
'It's up five flights of stairs, Sir, an
there is no light in the passage"
"All the more reason should go wit
YOU. Now / am ready. Come, my Ii
tile singer. you and | will be better a
quainted before long. Don't fall dow
those stone steps; keep hold my hand
here we are in Broadway. Now whel
do we turn? down Prince Street, hey
and now down Crosby? What, do yC
live in this alley? Oh, never fear, lit
CaSta Dira, shall tread safely enous
while this little hand leads me. Ugi
{ how many more flights are there 20
lv two? Well, well, can climb the
Lii YOU can. 80, is this the door?"
"Och, and is it you, Sir, that Won
d be after coming to see poor woman
this hour? Will you be seated, Sir
d said Bridget, wiping q wooden cha
b with her apron. Your shirts were n
iroued to be suiting We, maybe p
"Shirts all right, Bridget. / came
= bring home your little girl, and to a
something about her She has be-
singing to me. Will you tell me whe
she came from?
!, "Ye takes deal o trouble for lor
I. bi, OF chiider, indeed, Sir; but her st
Try is not so vara long. She lived wi
A furrin woman. in the room below man
q ed Theresa. The woman said she W
i wai,ing-maid in Lauretta's family,
&c Italy. somewhere, aud when she W
ont with the child, then only two yes
: IoId. for the sake of the air, there can
a big row in the city. and the chiid's
in her was in the middle OF 1t, and
IL kilt; and when she reached the hou'
all in fright, sure it was all on hire, "a
Is The mother gone, and never was she
lille To find her at all. So she kept I