Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1864-04-21

LOGGER who taught her needle work. Too
young to be left alone evenings, he accustom-
ed himself to carry her with aim to the thea
tire, leave her, perhaps, IN charge Of some
woman in the green-room, or she would nes-
tie on 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 i'd
die indeed. He taught her to call him her
brother Philip, and the 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-youth
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.
Let me 60 and sing in your place" sug
gested Saint.
Will you? Oh, but you don't know the
part !"
Cant you sing it to me ?" persisted Saint.
"Pooh I might as we'll 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, cIowding about
her with corrections, Interruptions and addi-
tions-making fascinating hurry -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 unebserved 1t so hap
| pened that she had become somewhat 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
tba
riment at The success of her scheme, tripped,
| hesitated, 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 smite
the clouds and die there in perfect ecstacy, as
it were 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
garnet, expressing lovely image, and Saints
| voice supplied d want he must otherwise have
| experienced; itspanned the actual and ideal !;
but soon the applause aroused him. Then,
| glancing upward, he saw and heard without
any keen surprise, only murmuring halfaudi-
! bly,. ooh, it is Saint % His neighbor be-
| Heved that he called it sanity, and, not nice
| in discrimination, returned, Exactly ~
| When all was over, the manager waited upon
| Philip to engage Saint. He declining; she
| acquiesced. Saint, he asked, "do you wish
to 60 and sing for this gentleman ?"
Ono; wish to sing to you onlyw
From that night he gave her constant in
structions, spared no pains, left often and of
| ten his musical devoirs to superintend 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 Ia
bors it found a 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 as well as great ; he, the once poor, neg
lected violnist, became the feted, the court
ed, the toasted, the everything that 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-
| ire to toy or trinket. Saint and he no longer
| Inhabited garnet 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 needlessly in her
| rare presence. Philip perceived without
deeply considering; only 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 it might 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, lusciousness
that it yet needed; not that it needed any,
thing to him; but Art, he knew, was no re-
garder 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 will 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
toothold; 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, by the loud worlds acclaim, when
gorgeous opportunity had beckoned, and she
had turned to him instead; but now, should
| he divulge it, present and future might both
be shipwrecked IN the mighty sea of posi-
| bllltes. Diretul thought .r .r
You see what Phillip Arne had done with
this that he found? He had enshrined it
within his heart
II1.-WHAT IT DID WITH HIM.
They went to Italy; they drank the
draughts distilled from its sky and earth, and
sea they wandered among the ghosts of the
| past, among the beautiful records of ancient
magnlticence. 1t endowed him with its mel
ancholy; but for Saint, her spirits rose and
fell like the irridescent foambows Of the CLAN
cling waterfall. Whether the blue wave at
Naples coaxed them to wander idly on its
Threshold or the long low moan of the
Genoese waters chanted in their ears perpet-
ual nslserere for the drowning poet, or whether
Venice, sad Venice, opened her palaces, and
spread her sea with black torch-lit gondolas
and singing gondoliers, before. their eyes, it
was still the same; presaging sadness on
the one hand, and unnatural joy on the other
surrounded the two--the unequal ebb and
| flow of that broad river Inspiration, having
| Its tountain-head in the limitless, unexplored
| sea OF the Soul! In Italy she achieved her
mayor OF reputation England and America
| nave echoed only the dolorous minor thereof:
they nave never known the splendid ebulli-
ehce Oh her song-only its regretful anguish.
Inc enthusiasm of the Italian would build
triumphant arches in her path, propelled her
cnarlot Win It's energy, crowned her Empress
OF song; ana PhlIp saw all with proud dis
may he too had attained-but to such empti-
ness! She had not turned to him ba could
wait; still she looked for his counsel 49,
! glad to have him always near, prattIed 70 him
| as the summer sea prattles to the heaob
that was something. But now it was ber
time to love he thought no longer a child
she might assemble the world at her feet ana