Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1858-1859, 1859-03-12

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mine of wealth, and enable to you to pro
cure more comforts for him than if you hat
been working night and day at your pillow
lace."go.i IiElHe7 . Est 4t.-'i g..
Veronica did not very well understand tn
good mans meaning, but she felt gratified TO
his kindness, and anxious to do her best Il
please him. From that day forward, NJ. Ros
sci gave her regular instructions in the art
singing, whilst at the same time, he cOntriv
ed to interest several benevolent people il
the fate of this deserving family; SO that tn
blind mans wants were fully supplied :
and his little daughter was thus ena
bled to pursue her studies with Cheerful
heart j. --as s.-.. -.a! II ..-l. .---.
Twelve years had passed away. 1t was {
fine autumn evening, and the weather In
habitants of ofSeebers might be seen in full toll
ct, flocking to the townhall. An event, rar'
in this somewhat secluded region, has set tn
whole town astir. The first cantatrice of th'
oapitaiy one who enjoys European celebrity
is about to give concert, in conjunctor
with her brother, for the benefit of all thu
poor. s #
At the entrance of the hall might be seer
the old schoolmaster and precentOr, NJ. Ros
sci, who was filling the Office of cashier on the
occasion His eyes beamed with delight az
the money accumulated on his desk ano
when he recognized an acquaintance amongs
the numerous arrivals, it was with no small
pride that the good man produced a COLDER
snuff-box, and, offering his friend pinch o.
true Virginian, at the same time whispered in
his ear +: "This is gift from grateful pu
SC nj
when it was given to me, it was full of gold
pieces. And took at this too" he added
drawing handsome repeater from his >
"this, too, is the gift of my former pull. y 1'
I" You are celebrating your triumph to-
night, NJ. Rossel," observed one of the new
comerS.
"Yes, it is day of triumph with me and
for the town of Seeberg, too," rejoined the
schoolmaster, ''for she was born amonst us
here, and was her first teacher"
At last all the company had arrived, the
hal was thronged to the very door, and, al
the appointed hour, Veronica Madel appeared
upon the platform, accompanied by her youth
ful brother, and with her blind father leaning
on her arm. A burst of enthusiastic plaudits
greeted the young cantatrice as she gracefully
courtesied to the assemblage. A band Of
mountain musicians supported their parts ad.
mirably, and exerted themselves to the ut
most to do honor to their country woman
George Madel accompanied his sister on the
violin, to the admiration of all present, and
Veronica herself sang as she had seldom
before been heard to sing her voice reach
ed every heart, and charmed every ear.
All the pieces named in the programme had
been performed; moments pause enSued.
and, after repeated acclamations, the assem-
blage was about to disperse, when, suddenly,
young Madel touched his violin. A familiar
air arrested every ear, and Veronica, with a
voice as pure and clear as in her childish days,
commenced the verse so well known to all the
miners of Seeberg--the same she sung on
that eventful Christmas Eve. At this mo-
ment the whole assemblage present started to
their feet as one man, the band of musicians
laid down their instruments, and all joined in
"Cheer up brave hearts, cheer up''
The celebrated cansasriee was Or the mo-
ment forgotten; and Veronica Madel was on
ly remembered as the young mountain peas
ant, the dutiful daughter, the loving sister,
the obedient pupil. The good old schoolmas-
ter, Obvious of his dignity, rushed to the
platform, and with tears in his eyes, folded to
his heart the pupil who had so far surpassed
his utmost expectations. Veronica, turning
toward the assemblage, which touched every
heart, owned that to this good old man, un.
der God she owed all her success.
The very worthy citizens of Seeberg had
prepared a banquet in honor of the young can
tatrice, but during the interval which elapsed
Iok. <Hn hn-
Rossel drew his former pulpit aside, and
speaking to her in the familiar tone of earlier
days, he said: 'Will you come with me, my
good Veronica, for one half hour :? This mo
ney you have intrusted to my care :is weigh
ing down my pocket. should like to dis
tribute some of it this evening, and to deposit
the remainder of the sum in safety to my
own house." rs ,... ...'
Veronica though somewhat wearied after
the exertion and excitement of the day, coulo
not bear to refuse her old masters request
and, committing her father to Georges cart
set forth, under the esort Of the very kline
hearted schoolmaster. The darkening shades
of evening prevented the young singer from
distinguishing surrounding objects, and sht
allowed Rossel to guide her as he pleased, un
conscious whittier he was leading her.
81 should like you, observed the old man
''to see some at least, of those on whom YOU
bounty is to be bestowed. On the ground
floor of the house we have now reached, W.
shall find a family in very deep distress"
Entering dark passage, the precentor, fol
lowed by Veronica, lifted a latch, andpasseG
into spacious, but gloomy apartment, light
ed by single candle, and offering striking
contrast to the brilliant Concert-hall they haG
Just Quilted. A care-worn woman, miserably
clad, was pacing the room, vainly striving Il
lull her infant to rest. Two other children
about three and four years of age, lay sleep
ing on tattered mattress in one corner of tn
room whilst on pallet, near the stove, la.
sick man, supported by straw pillows. Tn
two strangers were received by the unhappy
wife and mother, with that cold indifference
which is so frequently the bosom compan
ion of despair.
"Is your husband asleep ~ inquired M
Rossel
Asleep! of no ~ replied the woman
'syou know not what will become of US ~
The schoolmaster then approached the sicl
mans bed, ana addressing him kindly, said
How are you to-day, Kunkel:
"Just as I am always" replied the suffer
er, "and so long as l feel that piece of none,
burning in my throat, shall never get an.
better" o
Cannot you dismiss that delusion ~ III
terrupted Rossel "The doctor and hav
told you one hundred times that that burnin
sensation in your throat is a natural result c
your disease and what is the use Of indulg
ing a fancy which only aggravates your mala
dy Y' 80.
=" ought to know what l feel, better tha
either you or the doctor can tell it to me,
| rejoined the sick man rather impatiently :
''and know that feel one hard, burnin
spot in my throat, just as though l had trie
to swallow piece ofred-hot copper. No WI
ter can cool that spot it is always the same
always burning"
Veronica's thoughts recurred to the suffer
ing she had experienced when her hand wa
burned, and her pity for the poor man redoub
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