The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1871-08-30
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on 90 not comprehend m
j Well, it is better so. Perhaps to
4 years later you may understan
5 me. Good by, Camilla. Kiss m
! good-by'
II 1t was a very quiet street an
so Camilla lifted her head and kiss
ed him. In all probability th,
child would have kissed him in th,
main thoroaghfare as readily a
there, and only mention the fac
OF the street being a quiet one tc
silence the startled propriety o.
those are shocked at the publicity
of it,
| Well, there they parted. He to
| 90 over the sea, she to remain at
home and improvethe opportunities
| be had placed before her. 3 : :
The great heart of the music
i0vFng pubic was agitated with
mingled emotions of JOY, pride, as
tonishment a I'd awe. A new song
stress had been criticised, picked
over piecemeal ground to the finest
point dissected, examined through
the most perfect musical miscro-
scope,and pronounced perfect! And
now the manager of a first class
fashion patronized theater had en-
gagged her for single night st an
almost fabulous sum. and the world
was 10 hear her voice.
The night came The theater
was crowded from pit 10 root The
The orchestra pealed forth g grand
overture, the expcctant crowd filed
the air with perfume, and soft
murmors of whispering voices and
rustliug silks arose in eubdued
sound and then the broad curtain
rolled up and disclosed the elegant |
y fitted stage.
Suddenly there was rush in the |
vast building, and eyes grew bright !
with eager anticipation, as from tie
wing came the debutante.
a tail, graceful girl, with CLEAN
ing shoulders, and white, perfectly
shaped arms; with crown Of pur-
pie black hair upon the regal head;
with great, dark eyes scanning the
crowd, and then with almost child |
ish shyne-s yelling themselves be-
meath the long lasaes; a mouth.
soft, tender aud beautiful, and
check as fair as the pure white satin
of her sweeping robe and they
had seen all the long-talked of and
highly praised beauty.
A roar like the crushing OF dis
5snt waters sounded IN her ears,
and then swelled into a thunder
of applause; and bowling slowly |
io@n in the sp'eudor OF the foot
lights, her beautiful head erect, her
yes glowing with excitement, her
1eaufy enhanced by the elegance Of
Ter costume, Camilla, the poor lit
lie waif, the child of poor old Paul
smith, the prOlege of proud Rich
ird C!avering, received the homage
# the Assem- b!ed crowd.
When the arcIamation had ceas-
d, the orchestra began q soft sym
ohony; and then through the
building echoed the clear, pure
lotes OF voice that sounded far
way, dreary, mystic voice. full
# hope, of doubt, Of pain. Near
r, still nearerit sounded, and hope |
laIf drowned the doubts, but yet
'iaintive sorrow seemed to remain.
t came nearer, and the sorrow was
halt-expectant, trembling glimpse
f something better; and then sud
cniy the strange voice broke forth
n q triumphel strain, and listeners
cid their breath as the wondrous
otes rang out upon the air, and
ben died away.
For moment deathly silence
eigned, but it was for moment
My; and then the building vibra-
I'd with a crash Of enthusiasm that
anne from the music crazed audi
nee, Men arose in their seats, a
nd hundreds flung their floral
,lbutos at her feet.
In one of the boxes, above the
ne where the music master and d
manager sat, an old, odd looking Il
IAN waved his handkerchief and =
heered, with great tears falling
own his wrinkled cheeks: and "
amilla looked up to that one box, .
nd gave him the only smile that
rossed her lips during the night.
But at length the curtain fell, >
nd Camilla, weary and worn, went j.
n to the dressing room. Some
ne stood in the shadow of a side
,ene, and when she asked permls- = :,
on to pass, caught ber by the :
ands and drew her out into the = =
ght.
Camilla, little Camilla, is it .
GU? Have 1 been listening to my :
tile girl all this glorious evening? =
peak to me /! / am bewildered and -
ind T
Mr.. ClaverIng! When did you :,
,me2 Oh, 1 am SO glad, so hap :.
: z she exclaimed. -