Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1870-09-22

trem blingly away, an6 there WAS mo
, nent of silence before the hum Of admira.
! ton began to arise. In that instant's
, pause there was heard, from the lane at
| he foot of the garden, mans yoice-a
rich, mellow tenor, singing, in charming
, manner, to q sweet though simple air,
these words Of Shelley's: aV tLt
II "As the moons soft splendor }as .st
" Ger the faint cold starlight OF heaven
4 So Thy voice most tender
i To the strings without soul has given Il
LIS own.
sThe stars will awaken,
| Though , the moon sleep full hour later
q No leaf viii be shaken
While the dews Of Thy melody scatter
Delight.
Though the sound overpowers,
Slug on, with Thy sweet voice revealing
OF some world far from ours,
Where music;; and moonlight, and feeling
Are one ~
| Not ian futtered, not ribbon rustled
while the song continued. But at the
first sound OF that voice, Mrs. Barlow,
who was looking at Misc Morris, saw her
start slightly, and then soft blush dawned
and deepened upon her cheek. An amused
smile flickered for moment about her
lips, then faded away, and dreamy, alb
sent look came over her face She sat
motionless, listening like one whose
thoughts are far away, until the singer
ceased. Then those who were near the
/ window. saw tall figure move from the
| shadow OF the gateway, and heard foot
| steps retreating toward the town. In q
moment everybody was talking at once
"How beautiful" "What splendid
voice!" $50 romantic toop' "Who can
he be," "Now, Miss Morris, you must
positively tell US about him" tgt.
Ada calmly protested that she could
give them no information, being as much
in the dark as themselves.
"Is it really 80, Adas" Mrs. Barlow
asked. ~ tancieA, from the way you
listened, that you recognized the voice"
at did seem to me that had heard that
| voice BEFORE" replied Ada, "but / have
not the faintest idea as TO who its owner
can be-" At& -
she blushed slightly perhaps she was
conscious that her words, though perfect
ly true in fact, contained q slight evasion /;
for we'll she remembered where and when
she had heard that voice before. Instant
ly Its sound had brought back to her
mind the pleasant Sunday morning year
ago, ZIG pASI6y vhibSS, bhO HACSA ALsAS
church with its rustic congregation, the
stranger who had held with her the dingy
hymn book, and even the pleasant, dark
eyes that had looked down for q moment
into hers. But she was not disposed to
share her "reminiscences with the present
company
"Plsgue take the strolling singer" ex-
claimed Mrs. Barlow, to herself. II could
set dog on him with pleasure, for the
mischief he has done. But why in the
name Of common sense couldn't Hunt
ever be ready with little graceful turn
OF that sortf To be sure, he couldn't do
the troubsdour style with his bass voice,
splendid as it is. 1t takes a tenor for that
kind of thing"
Perhaps may as well mention here
that Mr. Hunt married Laura Hathaway
the following Christmas. He fully be.
heves her the only woman IN the world
who could have suited him and has not
the slightest idea that any agency but his
own will was instrumental IN bringing
about result which has made him the
happiest Of men.
m-TnREE TIMES. AND our. =
II was little past sunset when the
steamer from Pittsburgh touched at the
little levee at G; and one Of her
passengers, learning that she would be de-
tanned until midnight in taking on freight,
thought he might agreeably spend the in
terval Of waiting in stroll about the
town. The passenger, who was no other
| than our friend Laurence Hardy, was On
his way to Cincinnati, TO act as grooms-
| man ut wedding; on which occasion ne
| was to have tor his partner Miss Clara
avery, that very dark eyed enchanrress
of whom we found him dreaming year
ago. The two were now formally betroth-
ed, and their marriage was to take place
in the autumn. x 80 s-ss $780,.
INDUCING IN lovers reverie, Hardy
strolled long time about the moonlit
streets, and was returning to the landing
through what seemed u private lane that
ran siong the watef-side. He was sa1n-
tering slowly on in the shadow Of some
gardens, when his ear caught the tinkling
music of guitar, and, looking through
/ an opening In the ehrubbery, he beheld
the musician-a lady in light flowing
dress, seated in the curtained recess OF q
window opening into brilliantly lighted
parlof Her Mce was turned from him,
but he could see the outlines of q graceful
head and the little hand, lowering over
| INC btIlHSeS SNoWCu lihC III tuC
moonlight. In moment she began to
sing and, to his surprise, Hardy recog-
nizsd the voice Of the stranger in the VII
lsge church of Benton. There could be
no mistake. The voice was one In a
thousands clear, brilliant soprano, with
n flute. like purity Of tone, and q Ger
tain sympathetic quality which lett its
echo In the heart as well as the ear
Hardy was passionately fond of music,
and he was in mood 20 particularly en-
joy whatever ssvored Of romance or SEN
timent. he listened breathlcssiy; and as
j the last strain melted away sudden i'm.
pulse prompted him to reply. As he
proceeded he saw, with amusement, that
the company within the room were listen
ing intently. He knew that he sang well,
and be was doing his very best.
~ would give something" he said, as he
finished his lay, and Turned to.resume his
4 walk, "to know if she recognized my
voice al quickly asiLdid hers. 1t is hardly
likely, fear. But who can she bes I
will certainly ask her next time, for have
presertiment that 1 shall sing with her
again. Three times and ont they say"
At this moment, and while he was still