Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1871-09-21

ehaw1 end departed bit when her teacher
spoke, she cried out as If in mortal pain,
4 nd. without a word, INV down the street
towards home AS she turned the corner
she rushed pell nell into the arms of
gentleman, who, on seeing her pale and
fearful, said, "Why, little Camilla! What
Is the matterr'
"oh, Mr. glevering, you are going
away!"
Richard Clavering's fine face grew sad
and expressive as The fearful eyes looked
into his own, and for the first time he
COmprehcndod that he was young mau,
| and that his 2)rotege was stealing from
! childh0od into beautiful girlhood, and was
undeniably beatty.
"Camilla, am going away; but will
you wait my return 2
swat for you? / am not going to run
away" , >.
"i-ou do not comprehend me. Well, it
is better so. Perhaps two years later you
may understand me. Goodbye, Camilla.
Kiss me good. bye"
1t was very quiet street; and so Ca
milla lifted her head and kissed him. In
all probability the child would have kissed
him IN the main thoroughfare as readily as
there, aud only mention the fact OF the
street being a quiet one, to silence the
startled progriety of those who are shock
ed at the publicity Of IT,
| Well, there they parted. Hc &c go over
the sea, she to remain at home and improve
the opportunities he had placed before her.
| The great heart of the music loving pub
lie was agitated with mingled emotions of
Joy, pride, astonishment and awe. A new
songstress had been criticised, picked over
piecemeal, ground down to the finest
point, dissected, examined through the
most perfect musical microscope, and pro-
nounced perfect! And now the manager
of first class fashion patronizcd theatre
had engaged her for single night at an
almost fabulous sum, and the world was to
hear her voice.
The night came. The theatre was
crowded from pit to roof. The orchestra
pealed forth grand overture, the expec-
tant crowd filled the air with perfume,
and soft murmurs of whispering voices
and rustling silks arose in a subdued
sound and then the broad curtain rolled
up and disclosed the elegantly fitted stage.
Suddenly there was hush in the vast
building, and eyes grew bright with eager
anticl clpation, a. from the wing came the
debut0nte.
A tall, graceful girl, with cleaning
shoulders, and white, perfectly shaped
arms; with d crown Of purple-black hair
upon the regal head with great dark eyes
scanning the crowd, and then with almost
childish shyness yelling themselves be.
meath the long lashes mouth, soft, ten
der and beautiful, and cheek as talr as
the pure white satin Of her sweeping robe
and they had seen the long -talked'of and
higly.praised beauty!
A roar like the rushing of distant waters
sounded in her ears, and then swelled into
a thunder of applause; and coming slowly
down in the splendor of the footlights,
her beautiful head erect, her eyes glowing
with excitement, her beauty enhanced by
the elegance of her costume, Camilla, the
poor little wait, the child Of poor old Paul
Smith, the protege of proud Richard CLAW
! ering, received the homage of the assem-
bled crowd.
When the acclamations had ceased, the
orchestra began soft symphony, and then
through the building echoed the clear,
pure notes of voice that sounded far
away; dreamy, mystic voice, full Of
hope, of doubt of pain. Nearer, still
nearer it sounded, and hope half drowned
the doubt, but yet plaintive sorrow
seemed to remain. 1t came nearer, and
the sorrow was halfexpectant, trembling
glimpse of something better; and then,
suddenly, the strange voice broke forth in
a triumphal strain, and listeners held their
breath as the wondrous notes rang out
upon the air, and then died away.
For a moment deadly silence reigncd,
but it was for moment only; and then
the building vibrated with crash of en-.
! thusiasm that came from the music. craZed
audience. Men arose In their seats, and
hundreds flung the floral tributes at her
feet
In one of the boxes, above the one where
the music master and manager sat, an old,
Cdd:looking man waved his handkerchief
and cheered, with great tears falling down
his wrinkled cheeks, and Camilla looked
up to that one box, and gave him the only
smile that crossed her lips during that
night.
But at length the curtain fell, and Ca
milla, weary and worn, went off to the
dressing room. Some one stood in the
shadow of side scene, and when she ask.
ed permission to pass caught her by the
hands and drew her out into the light.
"Camilla, little Camilla is it you? Have
I been listening to my little g,rl all this
bewildered and blind"
"Mr Clavering! When did you come?
Oh, I am SO glad, SO happy!" she ex-
claimed.
"Are you gladg Are you happy? Oh
is this my welcomes Have you waited
for me, my love, my darling,"
She put her hand over her eyes MUIR
muring, "You do not mean your words! I
am dreaming! / am mad!'
"YOu are here, wide awake, Camilla,
and 1 am asking you to love me, and to be
my wife,
She drew him away for brief moment,
and laid her weary head within his arms.
Then she passed on to her dressing room,
saying, Oh, Richard, take me awayl l
am soul-sick of this"
"And you will only sing"
"In your nest. Come, we must not for
get Uncle Paul. He is waiting in the box
for me-"
The box was near at hand, and in mo-
ment they stood at the door. 1t was ajar,
and Richard pushed it open to allow Ca
milla to enter, and saw the old man sitting
in one Of the luxurious chairs, his head
lying back upon the soft cushions, and bis
hands peacefully folded.
"Uncle PAUL." cried Camilla. "Why,
you naughty boy, you are fast asleep.
Come, it is time to 60 home. Ah!'
She started back with cry, for the hand
she touched was icy cold, and fell back
stiff and helpless.
camilla, darling, come away. will
attend to him."
ooh, Richard"
"Hush, love! He is beyond US now.
Those strains of music have carried him
to heaven, from whence they came
The poor old man was dead. With the
consummation of his hearts wish, his
quiet, unpretcnding, unotfending life had
passed out into the new existence.
There were loud growis in the music.
loving world, but nothing ever came OF
them, for Richard Clavering removed their
singing bird 80 deftly that few knew the
cause of her flight; and now she sings only
to him, and to her brood of young Clav-
erings.
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