The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-02-08
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III would be happy,, to playy. for. her,,
eaida Karl, stssviug1to initiate that Ia
shivna6iy polite tons, which; means any
thing or eyesyt g--something or no.
thing. - Music is soothing to the sick.
Dasing the,only spell Of sickness / ever
hadE 60 my recollection, remember my
mothers music used 10 give MIC moro
pleasure than anything else. If I do
notgo in the morning, Imight play some
for her tomorrow. Perhaps she could
be able to sit up in the. drawing-room a
little while."
eft is out Of. Che question:" said Mrs.
Thurlow, in b determined voice; snow
that her cough hes begun to abate in its
violence and she is growing better every
day, the risk would be too great. It
would probably cause relapse"
'That would be dreadful" said Karl,
inwardly shlddering at the thought. "Of
course, 1t would be very wrong to let her
leave her room until her cold is we'll and
she regains her strength. would not
allow it, under any consideration, if I
were in your place. believe one of the
few points upon which the various fol-
lowers Of Hsculspius have managed to
agree, is the fact, that relapse is ten
fold worse than the original sickness
II shall guard against such a catas-
trophe," said Mrs Thurlow. "But I
wish the child could be gratifed about
the music"
t,suppose L leave the drawing-room
door open" suggested Karl. "don't you
think she might hear?"
II tried that, this afternoon, when you
were practising" answered his compa-
mon; "but her room is 80 far. in such an
entirely different part of the house, it
only tantalizes. her. In the distance,
whole passages are lost, and the ear can
not follow the melody"
stHow stupid we arel" said Karl "there
is the dulcet guitar, which, if not the
piano, is capable of producing sweet
enough strains of harmony, especially
at the touch of serenader under q
moon-it sky. Would you mind going
up to see il she's asleep? and to ask her
II she would like song beneath her
window? Tell her, che can delude her
self with the idea that it is her adorable
.fancee-F'rank, believe, is his name
If by 80 doing, her pleasure in the music
will be enhanced"
"And suppose" loosely questioned
Mrs Thurlow, ''you will seek to enhance
your pleasure by imagining your min
atrel's strains are reaching the ears and
the heart of the lovely Blanche"
Precisely" said Karl, laughing; "I
see / may as well own up at once. You
may tell Juliet so, if you like-I shouldn't It
like her to fancy that I was 80 false
hearted knight, as to compliment the
charms Of any other fair one except my
own'lady ilove-the true queen of my
soul, save, OF course, in such an emer-
gency as the present. But" continued
the obliging Karl, drawing out the guitar
from the box and beginning to tune it;
II am true philosopher. Since the
lovely Blanche has chosen to render her
self inaccessible, by fitting away from
Ashburn, I will cen take small dose of
comfort to my heart, by harping, in her
absence, few strains to the lovely Ju-
liet."
The instrument was ready for service
and Karl stood waiting in the lobby,
when Mrs. Thurlow returned from her
errand.
"Juliet is awake" she said, "and will
be truly pleased to hear your music, not
"AtuStanulnS your want OF gallantry In
ascribing the inspiration to other charms
than her own. But she yields precedence
to Blanche. as gracefully as one woman
cde yield precedence to another in any
thing. and says she will take revenge by
imagining the performer is somebody,
who would celebrate no other power but
her own"
"That's Mr.. Frank, presumed" asked
Karl, with his hand on the door-knob.
II dare say-or more probable still,
Harry Babbitt"
Karl sang "Oh! vert thou but mine
own love-" that sweetest of love songs,
and then, to the exquisite German air of
Krebs, "An Adelheid," he sang tho fol-
lowing English words:
dearest. think Of thee
When Dian's lamp is beamipg,
When sll the stars are cleaning
Thou art star to me.
Whom mornings dewy showers
Hang on the bslmy flowers,
Then, love, thy f,rm see;
Waking, think OF thee.
Dearest, think Of thee
When evenings bird is trillipg,
When, love, thy sweet voice thrilling
In muBiO 6Doak6 to me-