The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-04-02

lduleS, Arlington lOunu nlmScu-WaS III by
design-in close proximity to Mrs. Rey-
nolds. As soon as the performance was
ended, the old lady said addressing her
companion
"Permit me, Miss Deblois, to present
my friend, Mr.. Arlington-Miss Deblois,
Mr.. Arlington" t' q"
"Deblois a vast improvement ON Dob
bins" thought the young man, as he made
his obeisance.
"You are fond of music ?" asked the
young lady, after the usual commonplaces.
Exceedingly, Miss Deblois, '-he rather
liked that, after Dobbins cit would be
deemed heterodox to deny fondness for it.
Indeed, am more than fond of it--I love
it -
My dear Julia, why will you not favor
us with song?'' asked Mrs. Reynolds.
1t is an age since have heard any good
music. Mr.. Arlington, do try and persuade
her.
If my wishes could have any weight
with Miss Deblois, would certainly proffer
them," said Arlington. 81 see that Miss
Trafton has left the instrument; shall l not
conduct you to it?"
81 shall be happy to crafty your wishes,
said the young lady, commencing to take
off her gloves. 81 do so the more readily
because l dislike to be urged, and because
would you believe it'll have little
malice in my disposition, just the slightest
grainp' A merry smile played over her
features as she glanced archly in the direc-
tion of the group Of young ladies who had
gathered about Miss Trafton.
Although Miss Deblois was not aware of
it, Arlington fathomed at once her meaning,
and chuckled to himself in anticipation of
the triumph that awaited the stranger; for
although he was totally ignorant of her
powers, he felt confident that she would
succeed.
"Have you any choice ?" she asked, rs
she took her seat, handing to Arlington
her gloves and fan.
"Suppose that you try this And Ar
lington placed before her, "I would that
my love-" arranged from Mendelssohn's
part song.
Her first touch of the instrument was
enough to satisfy one that she full COM
mand over it. When her rich full voice
swelled out, clear and liquid as birds,
the annoying buzz, which in large assem-
blies usually accompanies ordinary perform
ances, was hushed, as If by magic. Until
the last note was uttered, the deep silence
was unbroken, and then the plaudits that
broke forth simultaneously on every hand
afforded unmistakable evidence of her per-
feet success.
She would have left the piano, but at the
earnest solicitation of Arlington, backed
by the suffrage of all around her, she CON
sented to sing again. This time she selec-
ted go Mic Fernando" from Donizetti's
opera, "La Favorita.''
From the very opening note she cnchain-
ed the attention of the audience; but when
she had fully launched upon the tide of
song-ha1 abandoned herself to the spirit of
the compostion-sh seemed to lose all
consciousness of her surroundings, and
poured forth her impassioned notes, not to
the listening throng about her, but to some
one present only in her thought, on whom
alone she lavished her unbounded stores of
melodious wealth. t.lfH g.fnt t
Her auditors stood as if touched by an ell
chantress's wand--silent, motionless Here
and there hasty catching of the breath, a
deep hurried respiration, testified to the
marvellous spell she had thrown over them.
Arlington cast a glance upon the singer.
She appeared wholly enwrapped in the
music; not as performer, but as one
borne unresistingly away on the food of
harmony Of which she was the unconscious
creator. A divine beauty illumined her
countenance as il it had undergone trans
figuration. In every expression ould be
seen
" The mind, the music breathing from the face" ,"
The last note died away, and still tho
company moved not--still the profound ST.
lence remained unbroken. Noisy applause
would have been almost sacrilege That
peryading Stiffness was the highest compli-.
ment that could have been paid to the
young lady, and she SO accepted IL.
"Mere verbal compliments on your per-
Torrance, Miss Deblois," said Arlington,
as he conducted the fair singer back to
Mrs. Reynolds, "would be entirely out Of
place. Tho spell Of silence you have cast
upon all is more eloquent than words. ]
can only tender you my poor thanks for