Litchfield enquirer., 1866-11-22

rus of eager negatives of such supposi. Ition broke npon him. " ftA ! I "And then we are going to have an anna teur concert, said Miss Grafton; Sand we should be so glad of your help, -at Dyke hambury, you know. , VI a7.s si 2ffIf I "Ahp' said MT. Carton. His face grew a shade paler, and he stretched out one hand In an aimless sort of fashion, as though searching for something. The gesture was peculiar; these people could not know how suddenly they had touched chord in that weary, struggling past of his. and drawn forth the old instructive movementb by which he had been used in those days to draw his sisters couch towards him and feel dthat there was a acomforter. @oEwa -E
 MT. Carton walked home that night with little Bertie Wynne, which gays rise to ma ny expressions of discontent, fortunately never destined to reach his ears. Bertieis servant kept at Q decorous distance, but there was no laughter or funny speeches now. Hugh had grown grave in the moon light; so grave, indeed, and absent, that he would have forgotten to wish his charge good night if she had not spoken the words first; and then he remembered, and his l face grew red as he spoke the parting ss- Mte. f 1E a& a The last words which MT. Carton said to his sister that night must have been very comical to judge by the amusement they I created. She looked up at him with mis- chief sparkling in her large eyes: and twist | ing the corners of the mouth, about which pain had drawn many lines, she said sim ply. ''Sing for them, dear Hngl,- do"
 ''So you have given him upF said MT. Crane biting his lips. s-sr,s 70, of course," replied Mis4 srAfton. amongst the Dykehambury people, they would mt like it.'' v ts..' .,a.
 "But you have asked him." said Mr.. Crane. Suppose he says he will sing? ! and there he comes, Besides, how do you know he is beginner ?"
 q know how he turned my music over, D said Miss Grafton. ''But that's nonsense should have liked tenor solo; but we must do without it." a... r. -Ea.. When MT. Carton made his unexpected entrance into the committee room this question was still undecided. No one spoke to him beyond the ordinary greeting and that was cut rather short, for they were preoccupied, and, in Q musical light, he was evidently nobody. He sat listening and caressing his moustache, as usual, till the debate grew warm, and then all at once the Oracle stepped forward and broke his silence. - ir..... ....i
 'Iadies and gentlemen" ;" he said, q be- ieve my voice is tenor. I will undertake this solo that you are in trouble about. Let me see-one part of the concert is to be sacred and the other profane-I hope that doesn't mean that it is to be wicked. If Imay choose I prefer appearing in the sacred part. l will sing Deeper and deep CT still"
 the assembled ladies' MT. Crane, who lik- that went on, sucked the knob of his stick and chuckled. At last some one said feeb- ly, 'What, that grand thing!-the song John Braham made immortal?'
 ':Did he?" said Hugh. 'I should have thought the composer had some hand in doing that. Don't you approve of my choice. 5~,,,...., ..'...- .-...---. ,-.t.. :.
 ''It is difficult song," was the reply. ''Do you know the recitative?"
 ''Recitative, !" repeated Hugh, absently; 70, to be sure. That is, of course shall get the music, and my sister will run through it with me at home. I don't think you will want me at the rehearsals," he ad- ded, with twinkle in his eye. '1 wish you good evening"" 7'' '.
 MT. Cartons step was more elastic than usual as he went away. Perhaps the fresh summer air and the beauty of woods and fields did him good At any rate it was with very bright face that he stopped at the little door in the wall which. divided Mrs Wynne's garden his park. He open ed this door, listened, and shook his head, bnt indulgently. Some one was playing on piano which was not in very good tune. By and by the sound ceased, and q little figure came to the window, peeped through the muslin curtains and saw him. Mir. Carton took off his hat, and she met him at the door. ..3
 T thought you didn't play" he said.
 '1 don't-for visitors" was the reply; tbut mamma likes it. Twas only trying 8 bit from 'Oberon.' It is such sparkling m1- happiness and mirth that he didn't know what to do with himself"
 "Thcn yOu couldn't fancy the man who wrote it dying slowly while he wrote?" said MT. Carton, gravely. What judges we are, all of usp' ..,..-f
 Was Weber dying when he wrote 'Ober on'?" asked Bertie r'- 'it
 sYes," replied Mir Carton, '.and knew that he was. He wrote it for an English opera company, and came to England to put it on the stage. He left his wife and bairnies behind him in the far country, and worked all the harder in the hope of seeing them once again before he died He never did, though. 7, It's sad, isn't it? We won't talk about it. Whats that puzzl- ed face forY' "i'
 '1 was wondering" said Bertie, 'ehow you, who don't care for music, came to know all this about Weber, and to be so interested in it." i5l -,,--.' T may know something of the life of a clever man, though crotchetst and quavera were Greek to me, may'nt I?'' laughed Mir. Carton. "And how can you tell that don't care for music, eh?" .-l.3 We'll you never-say anything about it, , replied Bertie. ..sAnd then the choir" 70, the choir said Hugh, slowly. ''But then you see in the foreign churches, al least some of them, one might get 6 little spoiled for-yosg choir?" .eg-1y s., -- l Don't call it mine, said Bertie. '"They wouldn't admit me if wanted to join it, which do not, for l couldn't spare time as the others can. A HF3L e-.,- --..
 5.eWhy wouldn't they admit you9' he asked. 's lo s A.. 95.
 60, I don't know, :" replied Bertie, with l. ; -. sST,,o ;,,oio.