The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1868-02-07
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From the Riverside Nag Iins.
SIXLITTLE EPRINCESsEs
And what They Tanned Inio.
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gathered ABOUT my sisters, and quite
forgot me-"
You were too modest, and allowed
tyour sisters to put forth all their efforts
To shine, and To win admiration. And
not one Of them would have been fEto
be seen, hut for you. The Princess
Noyella never knows what she has on;
as long as she can scribble as if her life
depended On it, she would be content
to go clothed in sackcloth. With the
Princesses Mosella and Papeta, it is al
!, most as bad. The Princess Reima has
no taste, and never has put on a sash
otherwise than awry. Asst the Princess
Delicieuse, she is mere butterfly; all
wings and gay colors; well enough to
look at .snd admire, but the idlest, most
useless creature imaginable. Think,
now, that this worthless character at
tracts every body, while your sterling
virtues are despised.o
Moina might have replied, il she had
had her wits about her, that to be ad-
mired is not the main business of life.
But she only threw down the robe she
had just cut so tsstefully, saying - = +
I" My sisters shall see that, if have
not their talents and their beauty, am
yet of some Importance, after all I
will not sit at work all day like COM
mon seamstTess"
! Media, quite satisfied with her morn
/ ing's work, flew away, leaving Aoina
3 sitting moping in her chair. Some in-
\ sects, not content with singing their
| victims, must needs leave their stings
behind. Media took care to have hers
wherever she went. sas 1a31
| When Mosells came to her piano,
| half an hour later, she found Moina
seated at it, making all sorts of dis
| cords. She stood waiting a few mo-
ments, expecting her sister to rise, and
give her the place she always occupied
at this time. As she stood, Moina,s &
execution really distressed her. "Moina,
DEAR she said, at last, emusic does
not seem to be your forte, ,-does it ?"
2 1t is time l became something more
than mere seamstress," said Moina,
drumming away. "Why should you
monopolize all the music r.
Before Mosella had time to answer.
her attention was attracted by strange
bWziDg at one of the windows. 1iHsa
'fWhat hideous noise is that r. thought
she; and she rau to the window, where
Media was making these soundsin order
to draw her away to this corner. -ss'-
" Good morning, my child" she be-
gan; care you feeling quite yourself 4
after last nights fatiguel''
e was not much fatigued," Mosella
replied, in great surprise.
g Indeed People said that being
forced to play for such length of time
must have been wesrisome. Indeed. it
seemed almost cruel to let you exert
yourself so much where so few listened
to your performances"
Mosella colored. |
a 81 did not observe that people failed
to listen" she said. However, l en-
joyed playing because l am so fond of
music.h
"But is it not strange that, rather
than listen 10 such music as yours, every
body should run wild after that pretty
sister of yours, who hasn't talent or
an accomplishment of any sort!"
DO you mean the Princess De-
licieuse" asked Mosella. "Ah, but
she has something better than talent.
She has the art of making every BODY
ike her"
"That is just what 1 am saving.
Real genius Ike yours passes unnotieed.
unreWarded; while a pleasing face, a
few soft purrs, pat Of velvet paw,
draw crowds of worshipers.n
Il wish, indeed, that were as charH-
ing as Delicieuse," said Mosella. She
forgot for the moment, all the uualloy-
ed delight she had had in the exercise
of the gift Nature had lavished upon
her. To win admiration and applause
seemed now the only object worthy
pursuit.
She stood looking Hstlessly from the
window, that poor resource Of the vapid
or the diseonsolate; and Media flew off
to finish her work. -sa
Papeta sat at her piano, and eornpos-
ed a song. Her voice rose clear and
sweet and filed the lofty apartment
with melody. Media lowered near,
ready to put in word, aud finally
alighted on the shoulder of the Princess.
where she could whisper in her ear.
" Your voice is perfectly exquisite l'''
she cried. " | was at court last night.
and heard you sing. But could not
fully enjoy it, such a chatteriug and
talking went on all the time"
" l sang for those only who preferred
not to talk," !" replied Papeta. 2i as-
"But how could people talk when
such heavenly sounds filed the rooms7
L looked at the Princess Noyella with
She had troop of young
noblemen about her, and kept them in,
tent on every word that fell from her
lips. Their ears were for her alone"
" 1t must be delightful to have such
flow Of speech as the Princess Novel
la, replied Mosella. And she writes
with as much ease as she talks. / do
not wonder people like to be in her
You speak ike loyal, true-hearted
sister, as | am sure you are," returned
Media. "But it is hard that such a
voice as yours should not silence every
other voice. Why, in the midst of one
of your most touching, tender songs.
when every sound should have been
hushed, heard the Countess MontaneI-
e whisper to her neighbor,-This sing.
ng and drumming is all very well, but
he Princess Moina is worth all her
listers put together. She actually makes
With her own hands all the exquisite
lresses they wearp"
Mosella smiled.
"POor Moina! Her mind is 80 efuptv
hat she finds her Scissors and thimble
Luite resourceT she said.
As she uttered these words, she felt
70 little contempt for the Countess
Iontanelle.
While this conversation was going On.
Ielma stood before her easel, her fine
ace all in glow. A conception of
beauty had come to her dur
lg the early hours of the night When