The Red Cloud chief., 1875-11-04

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her more harm than good"
"Harmm said Belle once, "a the,
talked IL over.
"Yes, dear; we all have our vanities
and TO nurse ones pride"
"Ob, mamma, but TO stand up and If
a thousand people on your voice as if
were wings for them! Think Of that
OF the delight she should give so many
and then Of the fortune she should max,
and the things she could do! We would
have that children's hospital, and"
avery true" sighed Mrs. Brooks.
"Very true" sighed her husband, III
would take 1900 to send Jessie to Italy
She would be too old to have it to dc
her any good ny the time I could get sc
much money together" And just there
came in the minister's wife TO see abou,
the concert she wa, getting up for the
benefit of the poor De Maurice children,
whose parents-iately Organist and
soprano in the little church-were lost
in the Destroyer on their way to Europe
for some purpose, at which concert
Jessie wa to sing a song, if she could
find the courage.
"You needn't be afraid, Jcs ,ie," said
the good ministers wife; "there's
nobody 10 the audience that knows a
note more music than you do"
"Oh, but he will-thes violinist, you
know; and Madame Reuter-, if she
comes"
"She's coming. We're to pay expenses.
And she represented the case to SignOr
Pazzani, and told him they were the
children of musicians, and he volun-
teered. 1t was too good Of him! They
arc to stay with me-"
"Oh, not both of them, Mrs. King;
one enough, with all your care. Send
ones here" said Mrs. Brooks.
"Well, I should be glad to, really. I'll
send you the signor. Now Jessie, sing
THE harp that 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 60 Jessie sang it, and her voice
swelled out as If a young sibyl sang
with the words,
THUS Freedom now 80 seldom wakes =
The only ihrob she gives
Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives"
And the minister's wife cried and
went home.
Ore afternoon mex week Madame
Reuter- came down. and Mrs. King
the Signor Pazzani into the
BroOkses' psrlor and left him.
1t was not much preparation the
BrOokses had been able to make for
their distinguished guest; they could
only fill his room full to OVERLOOKING
Bellies flowers, that grew and
IN every window the winter
long. As for their table, it was always
q miracle of snow and parscly trimmed
and it was impossible for them
to make much difference. They found,
that it was of no consequence.
for the signor was Indifferent to every
thing but bread and fruit and salad, and
presently looked about him for the
young lady who was t" sing.
"You are she," he said, presently, to
and began talking with her about
Ter music while he crumbled his bread.
But it wa not until some hours after
hey left the table that he came down
rom his room and demanded to hear
What she could do.
Poor Jessie had no more idea of hest
ating or refusing than if ar angel of
had appeared and hidden
Ter. She went instantly to the piano.
Belle ran before her to play the
compartment. Belle had to play the
'relude twice over, though. before Jessie
ould command her voice; and in the
rst measure it trembled so that she
'as afraid she would have to stop, and
he was pale as death. courage, cour.
&c, my child" cried the signor, and
took a little and went n and soon
forgot the signor and her fright, and !
'as singing as freely as a bird in the
lid wood. ut is grand! 1t is deli
cried the signor in his own I
'ngue, which Jessie and Belle under.
'ood tolerably. at is a voice in a
lousand. In a thousand! A voice in I
'illions! 1t is the nightingale's! and '
must have care, study, training
Jessie shook her head and felt vcry
Iuch like crying. She knew if she
7er showed the least desire for italy. ,
er father would cramp himself, her ]
other forego her comforts, the children 8
eny themselves everything; they would 4
III the piano, move into q meaner house. i
Ve On little, give nothing away. She
never intimated hat sbo tho,-n