Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1863-01-08

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---didn speak nor eat, por 1n seemed
n most like dead msn den alto
wonst, he got berry bright P9 haPpy, and
come ~ and go out nngin "a Klad, ana
say no married, but wssp Pg toteli any,
body jus yet. Butt neper neoer.
Have you never heara y, ~ Singing, or
playing on the organ leu lhrock
morton, recalling the mo@ @At1nstrufnents
be had seen, the work pos fnu tue eIn,
broidery. who yet her <sp morningl
'Neber heard her voice t4kin, nor sing
IN no more gnost s. NPer iet nei out
de doorto go nowheres: lmstsyou Keep
your eye on aNassa carlyle, snd see vhat
you come 10, contir4eu tne servant
In y WHISPER, as ne heard yeturnng loot
steps. ,Ne.
Ihrock orton ielt IKE : NJ y aoream,
Snfn <e GOV oht, rPon. Ft4eenh WIN
his friend, who had never s'emed more
hearty. ana 10 sucn exupeIfnce OF spirits.
dc wished to question bim, Nt hardly knew
now to approach the subject, ana nnaiiy
parted from nun az tne enTahce 70 Dod-
worth saloon, stu puzzline, mentally over
the communication made 70 piin py hanni,
bal AZ he walked along alone ne recalled
something very pecu,'ar I'D the expression Oh
his friend, which had impressed hlm during
every moment OF their morning inter.
COARSE vaguely, snd yi.hout any sttompt
upon his part 20 aetena IL,
n IL was a kiha oi whonesy, sucn as sour
hihasinae'on gives W spo,s, there .a1
been something supernatural shining behind
the 'outsr sl,i'sana prlgntnss' oi ms eyes
and although mis- step was s9le,ate and Vlg-
9rSas, tnsfe wa. sou'elhlos ysfuoMy anu Nv
aenaSa .haS hoou. MS msnngs oInne 81 ati.
which characterizes sieep.waiker-tnat Is
marked by profound abstraction from things
surrounding 1t !; this was rather that OF a
two fold consciousness.
So much was the interest OF the young
man excited, that ne deterHsed upon ma
King ms brother ARTIST anetner call upon the
following DAY, and TO enter ms studio nn.
announced. as his previous familiar neglect
OF ceremonies gave MN the privilege OF
dong. IS " ,eM. ,t
I men ne rang the oaii, tne, door was
opened by Hannibal, who 10 answer to his
look OF mute interrogation, SHOOK his head
solemnly, You need not announce me:
is Mr.. Carlyle IN his studio Upon re-
csiving an affirmative answer, he went light.
ly up stairs, but upon reaching the door OF
atelier, heipaused., A voice,. sweeter than
he had ever heard, even IN bus dreams, was
pouring forth golden HOOD OF melody,
filling the ar with Its ethereal waves, more
full, until the listener caught ms breath ike
drowning person, overcome, by the tide.-
lie remalned motlonless until the singing
ceased.
Then ne heard Pennon speaking q few
words IN gentle tone, and u reply,a laugh,
soft, low, and dellclous ~ was laugh
which women sometimes. repay q mans
d -tat tteSies yithe=theEe, ,Eas hlng gaa5t1S
in i: =. =, "a =,
Hannibal is fooli mustered Ihrock-
morton, KNOCKING at the doorthe did not
wish to intrude upon lady without warn
ing, notwithstanding his nfst purpose OF
taking his trend oy surprise. ~.
j Come in, was the almost instantaneous
response. lie entered II
j Il beg your pardon; ! thought it was
Hannibal, coming for orders, exclaimed
Pennon, advancing and holding out his
hand. 1 :,
Before he took 1t, or before ne even SAID
a word, the visitor glanced eagerly around
the large apartment. There was no one Du'
the artist ylsibie-7Tnot another liylpg creature
/ in the room; and the room had but one ap'
) parent means OF exit, which WAS tho door
, at which he himself had entered.
IVY here is Mrs, Carlyle, my boyI-I
heard her singing ior some time before !
{ yentured to knock. expected to,see her,
. he began IN surprise. ass =, ~ .,,arD
u i'She was here but q moment ago, 70
| sponded the husband, IN the most natura
v manner in she world. 'aset hasjust thi
Q moment left me. Did you not see her \
! the halR-she must have passed youthere.
r ~ saw no one.
i Pennon hastened TO the entrance.
S " hear the rustic OF her garments, now
Il she is going down the stairway. Beatrice!
he called IN tender voice, waiting an IN
Q stant as it for reply. "she has gone q
her boudoir for q book of which we wer'
}, speaking, he said, az he returned within
It r'stie will be back presently ltn strang
9 that you did not observe hers See hav
i added lew more touches to her picture
and think 1t a little more hike her. ,
+ q Ihrockmorton turned to the portrait l
rt seemed to him even more beautiful TIA
1t upon tho preceding day tPf H
(. i'lf there are any more women in Italy q
n lovely as this one you hays won away,
y will go nil the way There for look at one;
n lido not believe there is another In tn
l. world quite so fair as my Beatrice. But he
soul-her soul, my fricad--that Is NOR
le lovely than the body. -
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