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

From out his miserable pittance he dressed |
her lastly and neatly, reserved for her the
mos delica morsel of his able, bought
her fruits and flowers at the stalls, Instructed
her in her lessons, and paid a trife to a poor
lodger who taught her needle work. Too
young to be left alone evenings he accustom-
ed himself to carry her with him to the thea
tire, leave ner, perhaps in charge of some
woman in the green-room, or she would mes
tie on q cushion and nod off into dreams.
Whereas he had before first thought upon
waking, Of his violin, he now thought OF her.
Poor Ariel you are like to play second lid
die indeed. He taught her to call him her
brother Philip, aud tue children IN the court,
apt at authorizations called her Saint Ann.
At length the Fates let fall one significant
night upon the earth for these two-yoath
and child Having taken her with him as
usual he left her in the green-room with the
children who were to sing In some part of
the grand gala play. 1t was no novel or in
teresting thing to them, and one with head
ache grumbled necessarily.
g Let me go and sing in your pace" sug
gested Saint.
"Will you? Oh, but you don't know the
part ~
Can't you sing it to me ?" persisted Saint.
Pooh might as well sing to them as TO
YOU
won't the others sing it over little |
shall catch it soon. | have some of it now.
See - and she trilled a bar or two the 9TH
| ers glad of the excitement, crowding about
her with corrections, interruptions and addi-
tions-nal1ng fascinating hurly -burly, while
| they dressed her in the stage garb of the lit
| tie shirk, and in the pell-mell and confusion
| she made her entree unobseryed. 1t SO hap
| pened that she had become some what famil-
lar with the different parts, having listened
| with attention upon successive nights as the
| voices from the stage rung in upon her, wait
| ing in the passage way, or stealing up to the
| very entrances of the side scenes; so that
now, as the leader, beside herself with mer-
| riment at the success of her scheme, tripped,
| hestated, and paused at the second bar of
| her solo, Saint caught it up, and drew it
| along, through all its airy and delicate mean
| behring's, till at last her voice seemed to snlite
| the clouds and die there in perfect ecstacy as
| it were a lark's Philip sat below in calm
| concern. At first the song seemed to min
| Gle with his dream. He was at home in his
| garrett, expressing lovely image, and Saints
| voice supplied want he must otherwise have
/ experienced; it spanned the actual and ideal;
| but soon the applause aroused him. Then,
| glancing upward, he saw and heard without
| any keen surprise, only murmuring half-audi-
| bly,. /" Oh, it is Saint !" His 1eighbor be-
| ieved that he called it sanity, and, not nice
| When all was over the manager waited upon
| Philip to engage Saint. He declining; she
| aequiesced. Saint" he asked, ''do you wish
| to 90 and sing for this gentleman ?"
| ''No; / wish to sing to you only !"
| From that night he gave her constant in
/ structions, spared no pains, left often and of
| ten his musical dovoirs to superntend her
musical instructions. Alas, Ariel thou first
| love. Is it no fable, then, this fate of first
| love? Still he grew; his genius pushed its
| plumed wings through all these engrossed la
| bOTs 1t found thousand escapements, which
| proved its genuineness; at last he scared
| His name was in every mouth, his skill the
| topic and enthusiasm of the day. He grew
| rich well as great; he, the once poor, neg
| lected yiolinist, became the feted, the court
| ed, the toasted, the everything thai was
| splendid of court and country. Those who
| only knew of the result could form little con
ceptiOn of the terrible means, the persistent
| labor, the continued sacrifice, the cramped
necessities that all went to make up this grand
| sum total. just as there has been since a
| frenzy for SOntag or Lind in hats, capes and
/ fal-lals, so his name was invoked to add lus-
! tire TO TOW or trinket. Saint and he no longer
| inhabited a garrett and drank bitter draughts
| from pewter cups, but lovely suburban re-
/ treat made his Eden, a villa smOthered in
| roses. Here, after having done his best for
! Saint, he brought her instructors from far
| and near; they modelled, they perfected her
! rare voice they fingered neediessly in her
/ rare presence. Philip perceived, without
/ deeply considering; only a vague unrest tor
| tUred him, made his nights sleepless, left
| strong footsteps at his temples scattered
stardust in his curls; people said his soul had
worn thin his body that 1t mi ght have clearer
vision. In the mean while, he thought, Saint
must 90 to Italy-the land where sound first
awoke TO the bliss of melody it would ripen
her voice, give a roundness, a lusciousness
that it yet needed; not that it needed any
thing TO him; but Art he knew, waa no re-
garden of persons. He would 90 too, but
some one must chaperon her; he was not her
| brother, he knew that gladly; by and by the
world viii know it too. just now, why he
| could hardly say, he could not tell this heed
less, selfish world. 1t would be so like losing
foothold after that why should he more than
another regulate her steps; follow in her
dazzling wake; be the nearest to heri No,
there would be time enough and to spare
when she had been proved by variety Of face
and place, 10y the loud worlds acclaim, when
gorgeous opportunity had beckoned, and she
had turned to him instead; b1t now should
he diyulge it, present and future might both
be shipwrecked in the mighty sea of posi-
biliues. Direful thought
You see what Phillip Arne had done with
this that he found He had enshrined it
within his heart.
III.-WHAT IT DIP WIN HIM
They went TO Italy; they drank the
( drauEhts distilled from its sky and earth, and
/ see they wandered among the ghosts of the
/ past, among the beautiful records of ancient
/ magaIhceuce. 1t endowed him with us mel
aRcholy; but for Saint, her spirits rose and
/ fell Ike the irridescent foambows of the CLAN
/ eng waterfall. Whether the blue wave at
/ Naples coaNed them 10 wander idly its
! Threshold the long low moan of the
| Genoese waters chauted in their ears perpet-
uaI ,ntSerere tor the drowning poet, or whether
! Venice, sad Venice, opened her palaces, and
/ spread her sea with black torch-lit gcndolas
ana singing gondoliers, before. their eyes, II
! was stu the same; presaging sadness on
the one hand, and unnatural JOY on the other
/ surrounded the two-the unequal ebb and
/ flow of tnat broad river Inspiration, having
/ Its tountaln-head III the limItless unexpIored
/ sea OF the Souli In Italy she achieved her
major OF reputation; England and America
/ have echoed only the dolorous minor thereof:
/ they have never known the splendid ebulli-
! al her liz 4,,l