Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-09-01

the hearers heart respond to it's touch
and always fill his eyes with tears.
''Our jessie, the father used to say,
fought to have different instruction.
with that voice. fyou hadn't been such
Sandemanian, wife, all your life, we
should have laid by enough to send her
to Italy and have her voice cultivated
as it should be-
"Well, dear, would you throw away
all your pleasant memories of pain re-
lieved, ard all the benefits it has
wrought in the chi]dren's characters.
and take it out in music? 2" his wife
would ask. st should like to have
Jessie's voice attended to; but, bless
you, it might do her more harm than
good.'
"Harm p said Bella once, as they
talked it over.
Yes, dear; we all have our vanities
and to nurse ones pride :"
"Oh, mamma, but to stand up and
lift thousand people on your voice as
if it were wings for them Think Of
that! OF the delight she should give
SO many, and then of the fortune she
should make, and the things she could
do! We would have that children's
hospital, and
Every true" sighed Mrs. Brooks.
"Very true,', sighed her husband.
cit would take fifteen hundred dollars
to send Jessie to Italy. She would be
too old to have it do her voice any good
by the time could get so much to-
gether." And just there came in the
minister's wife to see about the concert
she wss getting up for the benefit of the
poor De Maurice children, whose
parents lately organist and soprano in
the little church-were lost in the De-
stroyer on their way to Europe for
some purpose, at which concert Jessie
was to sing song, if she could find the
courage. ~
"You needn't be afraid, JESSIE" said
the good minister's wife; there's 40
body in the audience knows note more
music than you do"
sob, but he will--the violinist, you
know; and Madame Reuter-, if she
comes" af
"She's coming. We're to pay ex-
penses. And she represented the case
to Signcr Pazzani, and told him they
were the children of musicians, and he
volunteered. It was too good of him !!
They're to stay with me.
'Oh, not both of them, Mrs. King;
ones enough, with all your care. Send
one here, (" said Mrs. Brooks.
6 Well, I should be glad to, really.
I'll send you the signor. Now Jessie,
sing The harpthat once through Tara's
halls, just as if you were on the plat
form, and we were all down on the seats
before YOU
And so Jessie sang it, and her voice
swelled out as if young sibyl sang
with the words,
s'Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes
The only throb she gives
Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives"
And the minister's wife cried and
went home.
One afternoon next week Madame
brought the Signor Pazzani into the
Brookses' parlor, and left him.
It was not much preparation the
Brookses had been able to make for
their distinguished guest, they could
only fill his room full to overfowing
ing with Bellies flowers, that grew and
blossomed in every window the winter
long. AS for their table, it was always
a miracle o., snow and silver and parse
ly-trimmed dishes, and it was impossi-
BILE Tor them to make much difference.
They found, though, that it was Of no
consequence, for the signor was indif-
ferent to everything but bread and
fruit and salad, and presently looked
about him for the young lady who was
to sing.
''You are she," he said, presently, to
Jessie, and began talking with her
about her music while he crumbled his
bread. But it was not till some hours
after they left the table that he came
down from his room and demanded to
hear what she could do.
Poor Jessie had no more idea of hest
tating or refusing than If an angel Of
annunciation had appeared and hidden
her. She went instantly to the piano,
though Belle ran before her to play the
accompaniment. Belle had to play the
prelude twice over, though, before
Jessie could command her voice; and
in the first measure it trembled so that
she was afraid she would have to stop,
and she was pale as death. Courage,
courage, my child,'' cried the signor,
and she took little and went on; and
soon she forgot the signor and her
fright, and was singing as freely as a
bird in the wild wood. cit is grand !
1t is delicious - cried the signor, in
his own tongue, which Jessie and Belle
understood tolerably. s'It is voice in
thousand. In thousand? A voice
in millions! Tt is the nightengale's !!
and it must have care, study, training
Italy p
Jessie shook her head, and felt very
much like crying. She knew If she
ever showed the least desire for Italy,
her father would cramp himself, her
mother forego her comforts, the chill
dren deny themselves everything; they
would sell the piano, move into a mean
or house live on little Dive NOTHING