, 1873-05-04
THE CHICAGO DAILY TRIBUNE: SUNDAY MAY d. ISIS


not notice, 5esterday-bnt there; I must not
tell." ::
"What is it, Junita7 Every item Of interest
gives me pleasure What ahould I hare no
'Weu, then, at the cathedral" 5unita
':.Yes, at the cathedral I thank God every
| day that I may 50 there sometimes, aud feast
| upon such benuty. Oh, the bewildorlng music; +;
tho heayenly haronies tho dFhtffhes'ng tar nasal
carving; the jewels the great Wilderness Of col
| umns statues, shrines and founts! Junita !
you don't know how happy am there q
sweet, holy feeling sinks into my soul, as II q
| kissed me! It is like heaven. ! wish could be
| q nun, and hayo in my cell grating looking to-
| ward the cathedral; could worship then"
! "Ah, Benorita must never talk Of being a
num-" said her maid, with merry little laugh,
!" and if tho senorita could worship tho cathe-
| dral, there are those who could wornhip the
| senorits." -:
"Whero ?" asked Mario, turning to look at the
girl who. for answer pointed to the tall mirror,
| wherein Mario eaw herself faultleeBly painted
the 1.-the figure, every movement ol which " wes :.
| eyes, stars OF brightness and tenderness; the
r.pe. red lips brows decately but perfectly out
| lined tho whole sweet spiritual face blushing
at the consciousness Of its own rare symmetry.
What mean YOU ~ 1amta 1;a r sno as2eo' as sho
:ss Perhaps the senorita does not sec, she iB go
! openged with her deyotious but !, her humble
| servant, mark the glances OF the young men.
| They ccowd about the doors Of the cathedral +
trcss to sec if she WAS pleased who for weeks
hns stood in just the same place, be-
! hind tho great pillar Ill cut in little
| images and 1owers, near the altar Of
! Our Lady; and he neyor moves, but only
| looks at tho senorita. Indeed, but he is very
"Nonsense, Junita! Tn not sure that should
| listen to such talk--1s he young or old1
"He is not young but more beautiful than
| any youth I have over seen. And, as Jou ap-
hand to lis lips, Or over his heart, as one who
| adores. don't think he looks at anything but
| you-and il you could only sec how worshipfu1
he ie!"
! "Is he spaniard, Junita2" asked the girl, In
| terested in spite Of herself.
"Oh, no; SO differenti His hair Ia tho color
Of gold, and his eyes are large, and as blue as
| tho Mexican heavens. There is wonderful
| color in his face. am sure it must be hours
| and hours be waits for you"
"Hush, Junita; don't think papa wonld ike
| to hoar you talk to me OF such things" But
there Was soft sparkle In the glorious eyes, q
tender curve Of the lip, that told how, with her
whole, neglected soul, the gil crayed loving
sympathy, congenial conpanionship.
TIE fGoTng day. at; ster .1a hours nGsd Gs
to the cathedral, with quick-beating pulses. Her
step grew slower as she neared the mighty pillar
carved with quaint and curious devices, and her
! heart almost failed her; but as she raised her
train, and she stumbled, but saved hersef from
falling by seizing hold Of projecting ledge, not
| before face had presented ltsef, however,
which thrilled her, child as she WAS, whose eyes
| looked worlds OF sympathy, whose lips mur-
INJURED in liquid accents:
fha
! and then the face was gone.
| Junita ratified On ns her mistress lett the
church, after her somewhat wandering devo-
| tions:
II have found out that the stranger is q
| French merchant that his business house is IN
America, New York; that he is fabulously rich,
and stays here but q month longer. More than
that, he knows .senor Garcia, and Is himself an
admirable musician. Did not the senorita think
| his ores were heavenly 2"
I" No matter what 1 thought, Juniata; We have
| no right to think our own thoughts in the house
| OF God" replied the girl ernvely but quicker
| and faster her heart beats ~ ahe recalled TINT
one glance be gave her. in which she could not
! Not long after she rosohed home, her father
| summoned her to his presence.
The apartment where Garcia received his
pupils was & long, mario" room, With lofty
i coiling and furnished with many tables OF cur"
ous workmanship, on which music, freshly
| written rolls OF manuscript. new copy from tue
printers, and musical Instruments, were scat
| tered ad ibtum-
From the tall windows hung curtains Of ruse-
colored satin, much worn, 9ut 81. possessing
GUS pink mist, which aoftened the complexion,
| and t1oatod about 2Iarie as she entered, making
her radiantly beautiful.
To Marie this music-room had heretofore been
| p1ace of torture but now there Was
IN aiir Of repose in it's cool interior, a certain
grace and harmony in keeping with the new anG
| strangey-sweet consciousness sho had brought
| with her from tho cathedral. >
But suddenly sho saW figure in one OF the
7Varions,V said Garcia, and the great basse
came forward, looking almost the same as she
remembered him nearly ten years before:
$50 this is your rare ainging-bird :" he said
the old twinkle in his bright eye. She is t"let
rs tall and twice as lovely; Garcia you ough
II shall bee, Variens, when see Paris again,
WAS the reply,
"What You DO not mean tho child shall maxi
her debut there ?"
little; you shall hear her sing, Variens!" FL
caught up some loose music aud hurried over tx
the piano, nodding imperiousfy toward Marie
who followed without a word.
Variens smiled, took out his gold-bowed eye
glasses, and looked benignly On but, when th'
wonderful voice sounded, his eyes glittered. hi
lips parted, q flash as of inspiration frightened
his face.
Marvellous! marvellousl" he calculated
49, after the first few notes, there came pause
stt ia tho voice OF ekylark, clear as crystal AMI
rich as Thousand -Jear-old Crcmona."
| VnrienB gloWed and sl,ivercd with delight.
sThe compass" he muttered, "the tone, tn
trin-it il Incompatible " he added, ns Marie
stood before him, her pale face flushed
"My friend, my child, / congratulate you be
fore the mouth ia out, you will have all Me1ict
at your feet. No Queen will receive = crown Il
! bright ns yours shall be. Garcia, bespeak be-
for the first representation Of the new opera"
"I-Bing in opera!" exclaimed Marie, he
check growing pnler. :,
"'You, Ittls one-you!" :" said Yarians, bending
his delighted eyes upon her; "you, mock1ng
bird, with fame prisoned in your silvery throat
WHY. never heard such warbler! The wltcl
hns sent me wild with her wonderful voice ant
then the execution it ie, beyond comparison
the finest ever honld." ..-
"Yes," said Garcia, smiling grimly, ~ hay'
drilled her well four, aix, and sometimes e'gh
hours day."
You need drill no more, prince Of teachers
you will see tho ducats stowering around you il
less than one golden fortnight"
I" I sing before crowds ? Indeed, daro not !
murmured Marie, trembling.
l npaih Raj