Litchfield enquirer., 1860-05-17

greeting, and half in mockery at the quee
 German accent of the speaker, and replied Il am but sorry companion and friend today, Hasse. have great deal in my
 head-alI sorts of tones are buzzing confus edly in my ears, and I can form no melod, out of them am searching for something very especially original, and that can' find--it throws me into despair. I beg O you leave me at peace, with your nonsense or shall twist off your little spoilt puppy's head" "Hold, hold, Master Scarlatti
 cried the guest, "not so fast. You are ii bad humor-that I can well see-but yor shall not lay finger on my little Truelove
 you know he was the parting gift of my lovely, blond, German sweetheart, and ac companies me always, like her love and truth"
 The master turned toward the young man. with tender smile, and gazed at his clear and almost chidlike countenance. There stood the young enthusiast, fearing against an orange-tree. shaded by its luxuriant south ern foliage, his eyes directed to heaven he seemed to be dreaming of his distant, below. ed home, of lovely Germany, with her clear sky, green trees, beautiful flowers, and snow. capped mountains or, were his longing thoughts given to his faithful, distant bride the loveliest of all flowers? But the clouds which had gathered over his youthful brow soon vanished Trueloye jumped upon him and kissed his hand. The Master lost him. self again in deep thought, and left it to his pupil to take measures for the preservation of peace and order in his little common wealth. This the young man did, for Q time, preaching q most excellent and req of which, however, he drew out of his pock- ct a little wig and pair of spectacles, with which, in spite of all resistance, to decorate the silently indignant Ponto. This seemed to cause especial delight to the little True love he parked loudly, and sprang about the despairng with the agility and eloquence of ballet-dancer. Scarlatti cast glance at the group, and could not help, secretly, smiling, though he took good care not to betray this sign of weakness to his mad pu- pil, but, on the contrary, he growled out something in no very gentle tones, so that Hasse, dreading volcanic outbreak, snatch cd up both animals, and carried them hasti- ly into the Masters little room.
 The old piano stood open the young mans hands gIided over the keys-he played furious Witches Dance. True-love jumped about as if possessed, and at last, in the excess of his excitement, threw himself, with a yell ofjoy upon the wretched Pon- to's back, ciinging tenderly with his fore paws to the cats neck. Then, at last, the tongh thread of patience in the cats heroic soul was broken With the thought, "to be or not to be-" he began, with the light burden on his back, to race, nay, to fly around the room, trying to run np all the walls, sprang sputtering and squalling, over chairs and tables, till the Masters papers were scattered about like chaff and the room was filled with clouds of dust. Hasse start ed up but his calls and scolding were to no purpose. At length Ponto was exhausted. Shame at the disgrace which had been in- ficted upon him, anger at his own weakness, inspired him with sublime idea. He wanted to summon his master to the rescue Without hesitation, he sprang upon the keys of the piano, whirlcd about, ran twice wildly up and down, at the same time that he sounded his tribes bone-and -marrow-pierc ing cry for help. At the first strange tones Truelove tumbled half senseless from the back of the inspired cat A hollow accord marked his fall. The cats spectacles foi- lowcd-only the wig remained. The confus- ed tones grew into melody. Hasse looked round-the Masters face appeared at the open window, in the midst of the grape leaves and wild roses, iumined with the most passionate joy, while he cried, "Come to my heart, Fuss, thou hast found it!" And Ponto threw himself, almost faintng, into his masters arms. ScarIatti seut off his mad pupil, straightway, until the following morn ing.
 When the young man appeared, the next morning, before his master, Scarlatti show ed him, with a brilliant, triumphant look, a sheet thickly covered with notes, over which was printed, in large letters, the title, Katzenfuge" Master Scarlatti placed himself at the piano, and played; in the artis- tically woven and constructed theme, the youth recognized instantly, with joyful as tonishmeut, the singular cries of distress, and the hellish melodies of the wild hunt, which had rushed over the keys of the piano, the day before, in the form of despairing cat. When the performance was ended, master and pupil laughed as if for a wager. The cat sat upon Scarlatti's left shoulder; and the latter maintained, to the day of bis death, that Popto had laughed with them, like any human being.