Abbeville press. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1860-1869, 1867-11-08
> '-- NJ ADALlNE, ~
THE LITTLE FRENcR SINGER.

y.
Her hands were folded idly in her lap. IIer
l'a'r shone like gold in the sunliyht. iIe
dress WAS plain AMI neat, whils small,
diamond pin, which held the fino cambric
handkerchief cafe!esslv thrown aronnd her
neck to protcc, it from the morning air, re-.
vealed that her position in life was one o!
.ase anl afiln-nce.
Itwas in Ocobsr. A few flowers vet
"loon'e,l among the border. "f bcxwood; N
few punches Of grapes purpled out of reaol,
IN the trellises; while the falling leaves
were t~lried here and there BY the hrceze
The little girl watched whir|ing leaf for
awhile, then patted the head Of the house
dog, th", sat beside her looking wis,fully
into her face gruff, grim, faithful seu,i.
mel, in his shaggy ront:
swell, old Carlo" sha said, still patting
him, show do You d., anyhow? I wan,
son,ebody to talk 70. There il nobody a,
the house this morning but old Mother
Conoaus. and she is as grum a, an ouress
and MS crabiJ as griffin. She won't talk.
nor rotnp, nor. nothing. She is good ol,i
SOUL though, must say. Don't you think
~, Carlo! Many II ianty bit SO has st.,
"''de Tor yon-at least a dog would call
such hits dainty, But forget. Connant
will not talk, aud yoa ca"not-though
believe that you would if you could.'
Carlo rubbed his nusa atfsctionately
against the little girls knees, AMI wasgc /
his tail, scattering the pebbles in the walk.
The little girl took up fw Of the psbbles,
and while she tossed them about in her
I''' 's, st'e sarg verse Of II song. Oh, it
WAS delicious! like the thrill Of bird
clear, distinct, rarturous.
Jus, then man jumped over a low
place III the garden wall, and came toward
the little singer. Tho dog growled
,hreateni"giy. .
"Bo quiet, Carlo" said she. "Down
with you!"
The intruder Was little, old man, with
gold spectacle<, and massive gold watch
chain. His face WAS full, kind, genial. Iii.
h'o"d chin was smoothly shaven, Ills eye.
twi"klrd merrily, and hs had HI odd trick
OF Struggling up his shoulders.
GOOD morning, Miss said the old gen
-t'eman.
!, The little girl did not know what to saw,
SO she no'lled pleasantly.
"l"n will excuse me-" said he.
'What for p asked she.
"For jumping over the wall"
90! other fnlks do come in through the
gate, since think Of it. That is what
g",es are for" said tire little girl.
"My name is Cruvelli-Prof.>so sor Cruvs,.
Ii,"s"id the old mana little pomrously.
Sand mine is Aiadaline," said she. 81
live here" ..-
a:so thought" said the professor, Ia.
king pinch Of snuff. "Perhaps you dc
hot know the. l am musician prea
vio':nisi-a composer. lmake people laugl
and cry. They riak suffoca,ion to hea,
core, / don't mind them + ,,s,w ~,
bow T v,a, NV ar;as ,and ,,o,x ,;,.I, ..:,
,;,.b am Irvine. to ,.,L now 60 ,h., -
can uuder.,and me-: I heard von ,;no
Your voice is sweet and clear; it, ieaps tn,
oc,aves it ,u,. ,hs mir t,,.,.,L = IL,
, morning. Ihave JUS, composed ! o,eciou
little ,,oreeou Won .h.,,' Ie.,n !. W,
shall sing !, at the thea,,en
M. r .ba,I no, " .,;t n.a.,;n. ,,,,,
,v "
q, ,,u o;vs ,o, a.. ,,,,a-,,
! aN." '"'''
| .E ve bpnarean -
NO"
! Dive hundred f,.,cs svsrv tim. -,
.;,. ~ - ~ ~
j. pleas. exco,. N. !. ,.;,, u.,,.,,,,.
"why Win YOU no, .ins it?''
.oh. I m;eS, coo,an, =, dino :, h.. =, :. :,
) ID ,bs ,h.strs. That i. =. xs.t.,i T. ~ ,,;'.,. -
1t is.~roog 10 bos.,sen there. I, In !. !
,,,... e,x ,;r,., ,,,. -. =, -.
| FS:s S"'a' -