The Centre reporter. [volume] (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1871-1940, 1871-12-01
For the Reporter
Wlsps From Sugar Valley.

Ten years to.night--yes, ton years to-
night aud memory dreams. III was n
beautiful night, the moon looked like nm
opal In the blue concaye of heaven, the
stars glittercd sweetly and lent = helping
hand 10 deck the crystal scene, That same
moon aud stars look down ih quiet beauty
tonight just the same As when they kept
watch o or the bridal hour Of Aline Stuart
and now my heart cries out Ia IL deepest
agony; Aline Stuart Allne Stuart where
ART thou tonight when the misty veil aud
orange wreath the pearl, satin, and diA-
mOnds and memory only eChos, where
We look toward the upper deep aud In
tones OF anguish petition the queen Of
night alas, she moves on la silent beauty,
speeehless 10 me, We plead % the stars
but woke no answer NJ they CLEAN, % SO
peacefully. upon as, aud No are Ion help
leas-aione,
or Aline, how beautiful wort thou ON
thy bridal niEhI-amid bower OF beauty
thou vert trAnsccndantly the fairasL
Youth aud beauty were gathered there thai
night-silvery peals ut laughter echoed
through thy palace home, all was hilarity
and Joy. No cloud be-dlmmed the smiling
faee Of any who made up that happy, bril-
liant throng. All. all were gay and joy
Qua, aud. u, Allnc. thou Out ahone them
all. Dreamy music hiled the perfumed Rir
forms, and our prayer al that hour Was,
may life 10 one and ali ne or be broken. By
false VOWS or shaded by care sorrow.
And tonight We question memory, AK
iug Aline Stuart where Is the sparkle OF
your eye, where the r0se-tint on your
eheakf All, listen 10 memory's echo "fa-
ded and gone"
Ten years, Aline Stuart, have brought
changes 90 you; no heart can tell save
yours. The proud man who stoC j by your
side that night aud vowed 10 love aud pro-
tect you, proved william, aud when most
needed fed from you aud none knew
where.
IL Is night In n gay southern city all Is
hustle aud excitement, aud why posted up
in eonspieious places We read "Aline
Stuart. queen oi tragedy, As PhordrA"
Let US, dear reader, enter the auditorium,
aud hear this great woman whose persona
lions Mas the theme Of every tongue.
GAsslight. music and sea OF faces
greeted AS as We enter. Comfortably seat
ed, we wait Music, son aud sweet, then
Wild as the swell Of the sea-now low like
the bubblings Of a rill-then again weird
like as the music Of spirits Ia the HArz
mountains.
The overture Of Beethoven Is over the
curtain rises aud our eyes r0sl on n scene
in Germany. FanlIiess figures aAunl gayly
on the stage and soon we are startled With
the applause Of the audience and before as
stands, not the innocent girl Of our child
hood-but gloFiously magnificent Great
ture the cold. naughty curve Of her lips
the proud glance of those eyes, tell us how
ehAnged-yes, how ehAngcd-ApplAnse aii-
cd that vast building, Rad then she stood.
boWing iowly her acknowledgment Of the
honor paid % her, We watched her with all
the devotion Of the oldcn time.
One moment the innocent pohilenL the.
next, the tragic power 0f a cultivated, -
well-aiudied PhordrA. Applause greetsS'
her on every side. and Ia return a cold
tmile illuminated her lips and ms we gaEed
upon this queeniy woman, We only knew
her As Phnrdni. As her royal robes swept
the stage door. We went back 90 the 0lden
time, when she s playful girl. sang songs
in the old meadow-lAhds then again Ne
looked for Aline Stuart, the joyous happy
bride Of years q gone; the creamy satin aud
RlitieFing diamonds the breath Of flowers
and music sweet ms the wailings OF An Ao-
liam hArp-how they come - as that night
almost as = reality.
Did our eyes deceive us. or was Il truly
our own lilll0 Aline Stuart before US :
The voice vas Just as sweet and mellow as
Ia the oldeh days. only more cultivated.
The regal brow and glorious eyes were
gaAe AAe @AAANt W W Net@t hAN&Nsy htAAte
sAt upon her lips. and cultivated stage
gestures made n change. one who knew her
In girlhood'r bloom would, After careful
study, recognise this naughty regal NO
man.
As the curtain fell we bade Adieut Allne,
and sineoslhAt eVentfal night We have never
met. And nO~ years have sped along and
brought many changes 10 ns all often when
old faces come troopinR 10 40 fresh as tn
eh.ld-hoods happy days. wo see the fairy
form and smiling face Of Aline StuAFt-Jasi
the same ~ We did ten years ago to-righL
=. HARRISON BUTrs