Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1866-11-29

| forth the old instructive movement 0y when
| he had been used in those days to draw bic
sisters couch towards him and feel mat
| there was comforter.
/ Mr.. Carton walked home that night with
little BERTHE Wynne, which gave rise to
many expressions of discomfort, fortunately
never destined to reach his ears. Berries
servant kept decorous distance, but there
was no laughter OF funny speeches now
Hugh had grown grave in the moonlight
so grave, indeed, and absent, that he would
have forgotten to wish his charge good
nigat if she had not spoken the words first !;
and then be remembered, and his face grew
red as he spoke the parting salute.
The last words which Mr.. Carton said to
his sister that night must have been very
comical, to judge by the amusement they
created She-lCoked up at him with mis-
chief sparkling in her eyes; and twisting
the corners Of her mouth, about which pain
had drawn many lines, she said, simply,
g Sing for them, dear Hugh, do
$50 you have given MIN up said Mr..
Crane, biting his lips.
90, of course" replied Miss Grafton.
I" 1t would never do TO take a beginner
amongst the Dykehambury psople,-they
wouldn't like it."
''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 a beginner 2"
g know how he turned my music over, "
said Miss Grafton. i" But that's nonsense.
| should have likedra tenor SOLO; but we
must do without it,"
/ When Mr.. Carton made his unexpected
entrance into the committee room this ques-
ton vas still undecided. No;one spoke to
him beyond the ordinary greeting, and that
was cut rather short, for they were pre-oc-
cupied, and, in a musical Light, he was ev-
identity nobody. He sat listening and ca
ressing his moustache, as usual, TIL the
debate grew warm, and then all at once
the Oracle stepped forward and broke his
silence
"Ladies and gentleman" he said, 81
believe my voice is tenor. | will under
take 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 /
may choose, prefer appearing in the sa-
cred part. Twill sing Deeper andFdeeper
STILL
There ran sort Of terrified gasp among
the assembled ladies. Mr. Crane, who
liked to be everywhere, and hear every
thing that went en-, sucked the knob Of his
stick and chuckled. At last some one said
feebly, What, that grand thing tho
song John Braham made immortal"
did he,'' said Hugh. 81 should have
thought the composer had some hand in
doing that. Don't you approve Of my
choice %
at is difficult song" was the reply.
do you know the reoitative?"
Recitative," repeated Hugh, absently !;
80, to be sure. That is, Of course shall
get the music, and my sister will run
you will want me at the reheacsals," he
added, with twinkle in his eye, :. I wish
you good evening" @.
Mr.. Cartons step was more elastic than
usual as he went away. Perhaps the fresh
fields done 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 from his park. He
opened this door, listened, and shook his
head, but indulgently. Some one was play
ing on piano which was not in very good
tune. By and bye the sound ceased, and a
little figure came to the window, peeped
through the muslin curtains, and saw him.
Mr.. Carton took off his hat, and she met
him at the door.
81 thought you didn't play" he said.
81 don't--for VISITORS was the reply;
g but mamma likes it. was only trying a
bit from Oberon' It is such sparkling
music, just as if the writer were 50 brim
fal of happiness and mirth that he didn't
know what to do with himself"
"Then you couldn't fancy the man who
wrote it dying slowly while he wrote ?"
sid Mr.. Carton, gravely. "What judges
we are, all Of US !"
"Was Weber dying when he wrote ODE
ron p >" asked BERTHE.
eyes," replied Mr.. Carton, Z" and knew
that he was He wrote ii for an English
opera company, and came to England to
put it on the stage. He had 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. It's sad, isn't it? We
won't talk about it. What's that puzzled
face for"
81 was wondering" said Berthe, Chow
you, who don't care for music, came to
know all about Weber, and to be interested
in it, c
"I may know something of the life Of a
clever man, though orotchets and quavers
were Greek to me, mayn't ?" laughed Mr..
Carton. And how can you tell that
don't care for music, ED p
"Well, you never say anything about it, )"
replied BERTHE. "And then the choir"
90, the choir" said Hugh slowly "But
then you see, in the foreign churches, at
least some Of them, one might get g little
spoiled for-your choir?'.
"Don't call it mine,'' said BERTHE. ''They
wouldn't admit me if I wanted to join it,
which do not, for I couldn't spare time as
the others can"
"why wouldn't they admit you ?" he
asked.
so, don't know" replied BERTHE, with
little shrug of Indifference. "Im insig-
nifcant and 81 nobody, and then my voice
my voice is neither one thing nor another,
not worth having, you know. / can't go
up to B, nor down to wonderful depths, Mr..
Carton"
"Will you let me hear it?" said Hugh,
quickly.
"Are you serious ?" said Bersia, looking
up, with little flush of establishment.
"Indeed 1 am" he replied. Sing some
thing for me-
MIR. Carton was silent for while after
1.-THE song was finished, and he looked over
Bertie's music discontentedly.
"These don't suit you," he said at last.
81 wish you would let me get some mezzo-
soprano things for you. am going to send
to London. All, by the way, havn't told
you about that. / hope shall not disgrace
myself; but am going to sing solo al this
grand concert"