The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1869-11-18
IESOTA,a THURSDAY, NOVEMBER. 1S 1862

golden cu,ls, : Teutonie beauty, who's
blue eyes held . conscious, sparkle
She sang Well, for her: voice was ;powe,
ful and swept over the high notes oasi
~; it was not quite all ono wants I
hear in 4 voice, but it was As much a
we often do hear, and one never fel
afraid Of failure for her, which VI
something. 1t was like q leaping
bounding wave, and the whole ocea'
camo after it as the chorus thunderet
in. The chorus was grand, might!
'umult Of melody perfectly under tn
masters control. They rose ss the,
sang, like field of grain after the vino
hos swept over it. I like to study
faces in a leisurely, superficial way, sc
studied some of these as they sang,
since I must not look TOO often at the
handsome one beside me. -.
One Of the girls was obliged to stand
50 near the edge Of the platform that
the low rail around it pressed close
against her dress. She wore something
dark, and pink and white knit cape
about her shoulders, which was loosen
ed as she rose. Her glances never
straJed towards the audience, but =
little impatient movement as one Of her
neighbors whispered to her while she
was singing, made the pink cape slip
quite away from her, and it fell over
from the platform to the floor right 10
front Of Us. She looked down 4fter it,
but her voice never stopped. 1-gl.nc-
ed at Strathmore, he was watching her
'Why don't somebody pick il up for
herr" Nell whispered. 80. - '-.'.'
Strathmore rose slowly, took the
thing in his hand, and reached it up
to the chorus girl. She received it
with little nod Of thanks and no con-
fusion, singing all the while, and her
eyes for . fraction Of m: instant met
his, before she turned them back to her
book. Strathmore came back to my
side. T.. Is:
81 never saw such eyes," he .whis-
percd with interest. "they looked yel-
low, and then they grew black! r"
"Riuged like a wasp's body I ask
ed. - =: -..
"No! but indeed they were wonder
full. Can't you get peep At them ?"
81 am not in the habit Of peeping at
a stage-girrs eyes," I answered haugh-;
tily. -. 81
"Fie that isn't pretty !' whispered.
Nell, who always managed to hear:
everything. But Stratbmore did not
say anything, in fact there was no.
chance to say anything, for just then
the tenor took up his part, the perfect.
perfect tenor, and it was almost profane'
to breathe. This concert was the first.
production Of the Walpurgis Night in
our city, aud whata fascinating hour.
Strathmore and l had spent tho even
ing before, studying into the plot,
hunting up references, and letting our
faucies run riot among old Druids and
witches. Then with all this
set to music by Mendelssohn, what more
could an enthusiast ask I I sighed with
delight at the end of one long strain,
and Strathmore looking round at me
sighed too. This man after so few
short interviews was winning tendercr
thoughts from me than ever man did
before. 1t seemed so strange to me as
l sat there with my accustomed dignity
and cold smile, to feel how the warm
fame was leaping up behind the ice.
The next morning at breakfast Nell
asked abruptly,
its Guy Strathmore rich :" +,
"Notbing but his salary. Why 7"
said Ben. -
"Has be mind-will he be a great
man p .. . ~ .'"
maybe. Depends on how h, is in
fluenced. Why, what makes you 90
curious about Strathmore p 4
80, nothing" said Nell. ..
I never asked questions, I trusted to
myself to fathom vhomsoever Ipleased,
and I meant !: to fathom Str.thmore. =;
For his presence gave. me . new feel
ing, which might be love, and I ;never
had cared for any one very much be-
fore. Stathmore was chivalric; he: was
handsome, too, after a manly % fashion,
and the little defereptial courtcsies he
rendered were very winning: 7 think
one reason Why I had grown cold and
regardless in society vas because Of gil
the foppishues, and oouceit that had
always drifted up about me, Here At
last WAS something different, and some
thing Of woman's better nature as
serted itself in me. ! llo9n'sed for his
coming. I missed him when away,
though ] would not for worlds have had
this seon in my demeanor,1 And yet
his WAS not exactly strong, conquering
nature l felt that all the while, I felt
strongest myself: But there vas some
thing altogether beautiful to me 10 my