Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1864-04-20

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unconscious shaft shiyered Philip. This
eternal din of sister or Brother perplexed
him; the heavy odors, the binding brillian-
cy, the color, the fash OF eyes and jewels,
in this Countess saloon, madeshis brain gid
dy He was out of himself, and answ cred,
with dreamy boldness, . Slgnora, you mis-
take :. she is not my sister, 1t was his
thought that took voice; he knew not that
he had spoken till the astonished faces res
hected his words as in so many magnifying
mirrors. At dusk next day the Englishman
desired a conference with Philip Arne. He
spoke with all the disdainful assumption Of
his nation.
- Allow ms to demand, said he, I" the cir
| cumstances of your connection with this
young lady, whom you have represented as
your sister, - fs4 ~ -
Upon what ground ?" as arrogantly ques-
Toned Philip. ---------=---z---------
Upon that of ii sutton who seorns to ally
his ancient blood with disgrace :" This Graf
tan, who wore only a foJ7a like gods sus-
pected Philip Arne, whose soul was panophed
with the purity of very god There was no
| escape. Then you shall hear" said Philip,
eoldly calm. Strange She had not told me
! of this" he murnured, drearnily "true, j
! ",
/ too i'll to go all this day have not seen
her 1t was well to have begun the test
Yes, you shall hear. She was such tiny
! thing-the night was so chilly, and she lay in
a doorway when / found and took her to my
1 garrett. l was poor then, Mr.. Grattan and
only twenty. / have kept her ever since.
Her mother had left her to find a bite of
| bread she never returned. / called her sis
ter Saint, TO shield her youth. Nothing"
!
oaths are not worthy an appoggiatura. | be
ieve you are parcel of knayes | relin-
quish all claim to your beggar girl. As for
| yourself, you may challenge If YOU please"
! 81 certainly shall not please"
| As the Couu Tess had said, Saint was to
| ing that night; when therefore Philip, sad.
neart-aching Philip, went to conduct her she
met him at the door, whole heaven in her
| countenance-laughing eyes, smiling mouth,
JOY in every shifting expression. Does not
JOY or sorrow make Us unobseryant-veil us
with rays? IL seems to that the calm,
| anraifled hearts note taithtulest, see earliest
the inverted sunshine, or the prophetic prom
Use after storms of their neighbours hearts, or
| else surely Saint had detected the subtle
sadness of his demeanor. There was no time
for words, he had delayed her so long in or
der TO gain compOsure, she could only say to
him. while assisting her to the carriage:
''Naughty Philip, couldn't you have postpon-
ed your indisposition that | might have told
you of my disposition: How little you know,
Sir, what you've missed! Dear Philip kind
| brother" 'Dear little Saint" he said, shut
ting the carriage-door, tomorrow"
Oh, Philip Arne, there Is a long and bright
tomorrow waiting for you But he could
not break her pretty bubble tonight, though
the pretty thing so baked him. The house
was crowded. every square inch of space
HalInte1 ,1IuuaS and diamonds nd crlitfarirrr
faces; as she appeared it was thought bit
| of swans down had been blown down before
the foot lights and oscillated there upon the
blast of applause that il encountcred-so
petite, so exquisite, so shining, yet full of
| such magnificent power, all felt spelled,
speeches., and awed, as though gazing upon
| a mirage-an unhealthy. Silence fell like
| pail about them till silvery sweet her song
cleft it and scared into the empyrean of mel
ody; now it rippled and toyed with careless
/ grace, glided forward, returned-Iike a but
| terfy 10th to leave the dear blossom it may
/ never find again-prouetted a second in
mid-air then hoated in fullest grandest reson-
ance from sweetness, to gladness, from glad
ness to an eternity Of joy Ladies held their
breath, bent toward her drawn by her cleo
| trio wand; men Of the world, who had luau-
dered life ana innocence without a sigh,
| heard the invitation Of angelic ehoirs; saw
| distant gates of Eden CLEAN; " felt with the
mbORnded misery Of the rich man tortured
with a glimpse Of Paradise how miraC al0uslv
/ beautiful was holiness. Well might they at
| tune their souls to this spirituality Of harmO-
ny, it was the last strain Of Saints they
would ever hear till in heaven she Joins the
Jubilee For, look you, fingers of fame are
| clutching at her garmeuts-snatching, clam
! bering, racing, they multiply around her,
play with the ribbons Of her hair, catch at
! the hanging of the stage, and wrap all in I'M
| distinguishabIe terror She had seen them
| as they leaped from her feet and confronted
| her; parayzed with fear, unable to cry out,
| she felt herself smothered in wooden and lift
| ed away from Death and Destruction. And
| whispered, q knew you would save me, Ar
| thur F." she raised her head from its pillows
| only to behold the living love in the dead
! paiiid face of Philip Arne-there, where he
| had fallen close beside her, half resting on
the same cushions.
| Every one said he died from inhaling fame.
| And suppose he did, you know how it came
| about!
! There stood long in Florence a stately man
| sion, sculptured and splendid with gardens
| swathing ii on every side save thatwhere the
river went singing by ; if one in a boat foot
ed lazily below it at every window they would
| see cherub faces clustering, hear laughter and
| song, and prehaps the sacred and disfgured
phantom OF that memorial night Saint Ann,
| the children call her still the mute cantatrice.
And beyond from the bosom of foliage and
| flowers, springs the white cross that marks
| Philip Arne's grave and breaks the sunshine
! into a thousand smiles
For years Saint Ann taught children, poor
! homeless children, to sing; took them into
| her heart, as Philip ATuc had taken her, and
/ dying divided her fortune among them. So
now at lovely Florence they show you two
! small fower-grown graves and an old Devil
dered violin. This IS Ariel !,
| MACAULAY'S CoNvERsATIoNAL POwER.-
| There is common impression that in society
he was engrossing and overpowering. Every
! one who has heard the witty saving of his old