Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1872-07-10
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CAMILLA.

Paul Smith was poor oh man He
had back room in the top of a noisy
lodging house where be slept nights,
and munched his meals of bread and
cheese ior bologna sausage, when he
could afford it), and from whence he
crept as harmless and unnoticed as a
fly. down the corner of the dingy street,
to the little music store CT Carl Bert
mann, a German settler somewhere in
Soho. ..
There he t;nkered all day on broken
violins and other musical instruments,
never absenting himself for moment.
save Gu Saturday afternoons, when he
went. TO the house of small tradesman
to teach the piano to three or four very
stupid girls. Sundays he curled up i'll
his den, aud amused himself, nobody
knew how, until Monday morning.
There are few -ce.t~;--;e~, hu never
went to chuieh; but he picked ragged
children from the pavement when they
fell near him, and gave Hem half pen
nies when he had any; shared his din
ner often with NANCY, dirty cur, who
acted as sort Of escape valve for the i'll
temper of half the men aad women i'll the
street: and he reused Pat Ryan from
his midnight snooze in the gutter many
cold night, and literally carried him
home to Norah and the children
As for his honesty, a neighbor re
marked. "If he found five shi.liDgs in
the street he'd wear cut ten shillings
worth of strength and shoe leather to
fnd the owner
One cold night Paul was reiurnin ,
from his work, with loaf of bread
under one arm and a violin under the
other, when at the street door he STUN
bied over a small object crouched Oh the
step.
BLESS us What's this cried Paul
striving to regain his equilibrium.
'Unly me, sir = and tho email object
stood up, and became a very pale, thin
and ragged child.
Are you hurt, little girl -
"No, sir - ...
What are you doirg out here in the
cold =
"Nothing.' ....
why don't yor go home p
81 ain t got any
The winter of 1S6-came in like :
lion, as many poor wretch well reInem
bers, and with great blast came Paul.
enemy, He turned one night sad fac'
from his warm col ner in Berlmann
shop among the victims, and hobbled VI
the cold street, feeling the approach o
the old rheumatic pains. and wanderin!
what would become of his poor littl
Camilla.
His excitement carried him up to tn
last flight Of stairs, and hearing CamlI
la S voice he paused to rest and listen
She was singing in that sweet and ex
pressive manner which made her voic
seem TO him the sweetest and purest h'
lid oro- hoard At the end of th
stanza she took breath. and anothe
voice said Child, you astonish me
Either l am a poor judge of music o
else your voice is the finest l ever heard
You are right in preferring its cultiva
ton to anything else
An electric thrill shot through olc
Paul's frame, and quickened his bloc
to rapidity that quite carried ava.
his rheumatic pains, and in twinklin
he was up the stairs aud in his littl
attic.
He was terrified at the sound of
mans voice. but the sight Of handsom
and polished gentleman, with damon
studs in his snowy linen. heavy rim
upon his dainty white hand unquestior
able broadcloth upon his back, in clof
conversation with his Camilla, who's
wonderous beauty had of late starsIe