The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-07-06
hopes goodness, he ,milingly, though

daughter should let only few enjoy
such voice as hers. A church. choir
would fnd her in, a!ual Ii" ~~7 % 5:Ss* q
Frank looked up eagerly. -
"But, Mr.. Hadley, my voice isn't
trained at all. 1t knows as little Of
science as my fingers. Iplay and sing
agreat deal by ear, you know; though
I cal. pick out my notes when Harry
pushes me up with that remarkable
flute Of his )" and che looked with one
Of her little grimaces at Harry.
"You'se heard so much good music,
Miss stanhhopc, that your voice is bet
ter trained than ycu ;magi re; and l
think, you would End no difficulty in a
choir"
This was q great word for Frank 81
I only could &c. a situation as soprano p
she exclaimed, with inward exult,tion.
Whereupon she fell to singing church.
music with will. Mor"inc noon, and
night. Mr.. Hadley would hear that
sweet. voice ringing hish and clear in
anthem aud chorale. One evening be
brought homo with him church.or-
ganist-a real master of tho great a,t.
They sat talking together over their
Gernan experiences, when all at once
sote ascended to them which stayed the
words upon the musicians lips. A full,
soft, cls,ion-clear note, which caught up,
and carried on fow of silver song 10
pure and sweet that even Mr.. Hsdley
held his brssth in little surprise AZ he
listened. As for bis companion, he
aited . moment as the voice ceased,
and then, turning to his host, asked the
question which that gentleman was ex
pecting to hear:
"Who owns that nightingale, pray 7"
Mr.. Hadley gave him the desired in.
formation; and then they talked ami
mstedly for the next fifteen minutes
about this nightingale. And then Mr..
Hadley went down to Mrs. stanhope's
door, and asked il he might be allowed
10 bring friend Of his into her parlor
b hear Miss Stanhope sing, if that
young lady would be SO kind. Auo
Frank unwittipgly sang to one Of the
greatest critics Of the day-sang, as she
said, without muoh skill, but with all
her hsait and her soul, and one Of the
richest, sweetest voices in the world.
The strange gentleman, whose name
they didn't hear, made but few COM
ments, but bis thanks were sincere,
and his face mirror Of delight as he
listened. 1,.,a
"Wcll, you were not disappointed,
were you p asked Mr.. Hadlsy as
they once more sat alone together.
"Disappointsd? No! She has q
splendid voice. The very soprano we
want. thank you for your susges.
tion."
Anew days after this Mr.. Hadley was
coming down from bis rooms, when
Mrs. Stanhope's parlor door suddenly
Ayng open, and Frank appeared upon
the threshold.
"Oh, Mr.. Hadley, I want to thank
you r she said brightly.
he smiled. ."For what, Miss STAN
hope1
"For ny situation as soprano At
Church. I know it was through your
suggestion that il came to me-"
my friend hardly needed a sugges.
ton. Miss Stanhope, when he heard
your voice." returned Mr.. Hadley.
"But you did suggest it some way, I
know, and I am so very happy about it,"
MI. Radley smiled again. "That is
very pleasant for me to hear, Miss
stanhope. It's : great thing to be very
happy aud I'm very glad if 1 have
been instrumental in the smallest way
in bringing about such desirable end
Frank laughed, there was such an
Undesirable Dir Of humor in this little
speech, and 10 the kind eyes that re-
= gsrded her.
III dare say you think that express
sion very exaggerated, Mr.. Hadlsy, but
I an very happy about this situation -
81 beg your pardon, Miss Stanhope,
if I seemed to consider your expression
: exaggerated. Perhaps I did for mo.
ment, because, as I say, it's a great
thing to very happy. But l see you
arc in earnest, and see, tco, that it is
= very natural thing to be very happy
over ! situation like this"
He Vas quite grave and earnest now,
and 70 entirely simple that Frank, who
VA 80 simple herself, and at home with
every body, returned, in honest conf.
dsnce. id.
"Of course, I can't help but be very
happy, Mr.. Hadlcy, to..6ud myself all at
enee ofso much help. Why, am to
haze $500 year as much as Ellen
asn for her daily school teaching. And
/ hsvs only to sing for it-just thiut
sHiAE' and shs made such vide bright
syss At this. that Nj. Hadley couldn''
help smiling again. She laughed again
aI biz smile. y =, all,
ooh, I-dafs say that seems very
small sum to You, Mr.. Hadley, but il
Jon had spent your usefulness until
now in sweeping and busting and bed.
making for your board and clothes, and
broken your heart several times look.
Ing in At the shop windows, dare say
Il would seem / small fortune to YOU
r z ~ws ~