The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1867-01-18

. minute. Something Was flashing through
her busy little brain.
Lionel" she said, have often Thought
OF you-especially since that shocking ac-
lcident. You have always been kind to me.
You have done me some favors."
"None worth speaking Of, Madaline."
"PerhapsI can help you to the money.
] will try. Mind, l only said perhaps. Meet
mo here al this time tomorrow" ),
81 will, Madeline. May God bless yon.
Madaline hurried into the house. ohc
did not sec that the crippled boy Threw
kisses after her with his hand.
Tn stairs she went. She was in search
OF her father. She found him in the libra
~. He was an elderly man, with Pheasant
face, and light hair like hers, only his face
lust then wore sad and worried look. Il Z
lie looked up and spoke to her, and
then became again absorbed in the mass OF
papers on the table in front Of him.
"Pa," she cried, 81 want you to give
me five hundred francs in the morning"
lie merely elevated his brows little
but upon her repeating the request, he
looked up and asked her what she wanted
with so much money.
"That is to be secret" she replied.
II will put il to a good use."
81 have no doubt of that. would like
to oblige my little girl very MUCH" he said
kindly, although bis face grew sadder;
"but at present l cannot. My mind and
money must be directed into another chan
mel. Things have not been going right,
and it will require much watchfulness and
more economy to save me from serious
loss"
A moment afterwards he was again lost
in those mysterious papers, forgetting that
bis little daughter Madaline was in the
| room.
Did she pout, and storm, and insist upon
being humoredi No, she did not; she
was too good for that. She felt and knew
that her fathers reason for not obliging
her was sufficient to himself, and she felt
il her duty to believe that it should be suf-
ficient to herself also. She stole quietly
out of the room, though slightly disap-
pointed.
How was she to aid Lionel now? She
thought Of the proposition made to her in
the garden. She looked at the card and
saw on it,
"PROF. VERNET CRUVELLI,
No. 40 RUE DE RIv0LI."
"I will go and see him this afternoon"
she said to herself; and then she sang a
verse Of the little song that had attracted
ac l,n
She went to his house in the afternoon,
and met Lionel at the garden gate the next
morning, as she had promised she would.
And every day thereafter for week she
went to the professors to practice.
In little while on flaming piacards was
read notice of new musical prodigy
ale Petite Gabrielle, the wonderful"
:" The Little Queen of Song," &c. The
theatre in which she sang drew great
crowds.
q believe will go and hear the little
singer who is creating such an excite
ment," said Madalne's father, pushing
back his chair from the supper-table.
" This is announced as the third and last
night. Would You like to go, Madaline ?"
Excuse me, pa" she said. He was not
wondered why her face grew SO red.
On the evening Of Madaline's engage
ment at the theatre a carriage called for
her at the house of the professor, and left
her there again. 1t did not take her long
TO perform her part, and it came early on
the programme. Hence, she had not been
from home long enough to have made her
absence a subject Of remark.
Madaline's father went to the theatre.
At the appointed time beautiful, fair
haired girl, plainly and chastely attired,
came on the stage and sang.
Oh, such singing 1t was grand, exqui-
site Demonstrations of applause rent the
building. The father clapped his hands in
delight, and cried " encore" with the rest.
He knew his little girl. He made his way
TO the door OF the green-room. He got
into the carriage with her.
Madaline, what does this mean?" he
asked.
"Forgive me, pa I shall sing no more
in public. They paid me five hundred
francs night"
give hundred francs!"
eyes. Three nights-ffteen hundred
francs. Tomorrow shall give them to
LlbHCl VIC CiippIS' iAS wants " By w viz
Academy EEcole de Drot!"
"Y0u dear little angel! cried her
father, embracing and kissing her.
"And was it for that you wanted me to
give you that money! You say you will
not sing any more? 2"
"If you do not wish me to-"
ayes, bat you shall. do wish you to.
The hand OF Providence is in this. That
my child should have such gift See
here, Madaline through the treachery OF
4 friend / have become fearfuliy embar-
rassed."
ais that why you put me off when !
asked you for money? And l shall sing
for you how many nights'" ....
GAS many as need be, you dear, good
child"
And Madaline-Le Petite Gabrielle of
the flaming placard-sang for the season,
and saved her father from bankruptcy.
EOYE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-sIx YEARS