The Republican journal., 1871-09-07

might be of use to you and to herself, an
| become refined woman. Don't let you
selfish love stand in her light and shut
out from her She sings like prim
donna, and wishes TO study music.n
The great lustrous eyes Of the chill
turned imploringly TO her new guardian
''Lor'. Camilla. | can't stand in YOU
way. ! know you're every bit borl
lady, il your poor forsaken mother dii
die in hOyel among wretches who turn
ed her child into the cold as soon as tn,
breath had left her body; but deary me
| can't part with YOU
'And You shall not Let me serve LITTLE
Camilla, and she shall never leave You,
but shall prove blessing to You in voul
old age"
Paul could say nothing, ard the strange
visitor departed, with no further injury tC
his darling than an eloquent glance from
m expressive pmr of eyes.
Then from the gloomy lodging house
to snug set of chambers Il tew streets
off went Paul and Camilla, and the poor
wretch began TO look like another being,
IN his cleaner work-clotheS and Sunday
suit, earned from increased number OF
pupils provided through the willing as
siStance of their philanthropical friend
Clavering.
Day alter day Camilla went with hcl
books TO the teacher so strangely provided
and after a little time there came DAYS
WI en- passcrs paused to listen to the war
bling Of the rich young voice
When she had been there six months
she entered one morning to find Mrs.
Clavering in the music-master's room.
''What do You propose to do with your
famous pupil ?n said her soft voice.
MADAM, Camilla is quite capable of
doing any thing in a musical way. She
will be 4 songstreSs OF whom this country
will be proud. All, here she isn'
You have improved wonderfully, my
child" said the lady, holding out her
gloved hand II came to bring YOU Rich
ards farewell. He leaves for London to-
night, and will remain abroad for many
years. Here is Il little gift, as Il token OF
remembrance.
She did not understand that Mrs. Cla-
yering had placed q pretty necklace of
coral in her hand, and then gathered up
her shawl and departed; but when her
teacher spoke, she cried out rs if in NOR
tai pain, and, without n word, flew down
the street toward home. As she turned
the corner She rushed pell-mcll into the
arms OF n gentleman. who. on seeing her
pale and fearful, said, "Why, little
Camilla, what is the matter ?"
"Oh. Mr.. Clavering, you are going
away y .
Richard Clavcring's fine face grew sad
and expressive as the fearful eyes looked
into his own, and for the first time he
cOmprehended that he was Young man.
and that his protege was stealing from
childhood into beautiful girlhood, and
was undeniably a beauty.
Camilla. | am going away, but will
you wait for my return ?'
wait for you9 am not going to run
away
"You do not comprehend me. Well,
1t is better 50. Perhaps two years later
you may understand me. Good-by,
Camilla. Kiss me good-by."
1t was Il very quiet street, and so
Camilla lifted her head and kissed him.
In all probability the child would have
kissed him in the main thoroughlarc rs
readily rs there, and | only mention the
fact Of the street being 4 quiet one to
silence fhe startled proprictv of those who
are shocked At the publicity of it.
Wen, there they parted. lie to 90 over
the sea, she to remain at home and i'm
prove the opportunities he had placed be
fore her
The great heart of the music-loying
public was agitatcd with mingled emo
tions Of Joy, pride, astonismnent and awe.
A new songstress had been criticised,
picked over pieccm2al ground down to
the finest point dissected, examined
through the most perfect musical micro
scope, and pronounced perfect! And now
the manager OF II iirSt-class, fashion,
patronized theatre had engaged her for 4
single night ut 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 u grand overture, the ex-
pectant crowd filled the air with perfume,
and the soft murmurs of whispering voices
and rustling silks arose in subdued
sound and then the broad curtain rolled
up and disclosed the clegantly-iitted
stage.
Suddenly there was u rush in the vast
building, and eyes grew bright with eager
anticipation, rs from the wing came the
debutantc.
A tall, graceful girl, with cleaning
shoulders, and white, pcrlectly-shapcd
arms; with crown Of purple black hail
upon the regal head; with great, dark
eyes scanning the crowd, and then with
almost childish shyness vailing themselves
beneath the long lashes; a mouth, soft,
tender and beautiful, and Il cheek rs fai.
as the pure white satin OF her sweeping
robe; and they had all seen the long
talked-of and highly-praised beauty.
A roar like the rushing of distant waters
sounded IN her ears, and then swelled into
thunder Of applause; and coming slow
ly down in the splendor of the foothghts
her beautiful head erect, her eyes glowing
ed by the elegance of ercOstume, Camilla
the poor little wait the child of poor ole
Paul Smith, the protege Of proud Richard
Clavering, received the homage of the as
semblcd crowd.
When the acclamations had ceased, the
orchestra began u soft symphony; ant
then through the building echoed tn,
clear, pure notes of voice that sound
ed far away, Il dreamy mystic voice, full
of hope, of doubt, of pain. Nearer, still
nearer it sounded, and hope half drowned
the doubts, but yet plaintive sorrow
seemed to remain. 1t came nearer, ant
the sorrow was half expectant, trem
bling glimpse of something better; an,
then suddenly the strange voice brok
forth in Il triumphal strain, and tn,
listeners held their breath as the wondrou
notes rang out upon the air, and thel
died away.
For moment deathly silence reigned
but it was for moment only; and thel
the building vibrated with q crash of en-
thusiasm that came from the musc-craze(
audience. Men arose in their seats, ano
hundreds flung their floral tributes at he
feet.
In one of the boxes, above the on'
where the music-master and manager sat
an old, odd-looking man waved his hand
kerchief and cheered, with great tear
falling down his wrinkled cheeks; ant
Camilla looked up to that one box, an,
gave him the only smile that crossed he
lips during the night.
But at length the curtain fell, ant
Camilla, weary and worn, went to thu
dressing-room. Some one stood in thu
shadow Of side-scene, and when sh
asked permission to pass, caught her b,
the hands and drew her ont into the light