The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-02-03

You will bring me some, then r.
"Well, what shall bring2"
"No matter, so that they are good
and, mind, you must always call me
Esop.'
The servant obeyed, and little by
little Esop, as he was thencefor-
ward called, read through his hther's
library. He was content with his
student life, until one day, when he hap
pened to see handsome young might,
spIendidly mounted, galloping ACROSS the
country. g Who is that chevalnr who
sits on his horse SO calamity"
1t is the Chevalier Phebus.
'And who is he 2"
stYour brother"
6 But have never seen my brother"
ssHe does not want to see you
And why
Because you are a hunchback"
"Ah! I had forgotten. And where
is he coming from 2"
From the chateau that you see from
the window"
And what was he doing there
He went there to make himself
agreeable to the young girl whom he
wishes to marry"
"And she loves him."
She will certainly love him, for he
is SO handsome, and then he rides SPEND
idly" ),
"Not overmuch indeed, he knows
very little. Your mother has often told
him that he was SO beautiful that he
needed nothing besides to make him
loved"
eat what age do people marry?'
SAT twenty, if one wishes
"Well, want to be married"
ssTo whom 70
emo matter whom. Have me some
fine clothes made, and tell them to sad
die for me magnificent horse; am
going to ride. So they made Esop
mantle embroidered with gold, and led
out splendidly -caparisoned Arabian.
He eargerly donned his handsome
suit, sprang on his horse, and then,
as he said, started off to seek his for
tunes. n
It was scarcely two hours after when
the boy returned bitterly weeping, his
elegant mantle sadly torn and covered
with mud.
"What is the matter, my poor mas
ter 2" cried his servant.
"Oh, am very miserable !"
'What has happened?''
ct have seen a beautiful young girl,
rosy as the dawn, and serene as the
starry night. She was at her balcony
when / passed, SO [ looked at her with
eyes full of admiration, joined my
hands in supphcation. would have
given my life for her. But when she
saw me she burst into laughter then /
spurred my horse SO fast that fell off
and rolled on to my back. /"
$ You have hurt yourself u
Never mind that. The laugh of the
/ vouno gir1 has yro,14atIod Lao 50 that i
feel nothing else. My friend, / want to
de-
'sThat is not possible. !"
"Why not?"
"First, because you would be lost for
killing yourself, and then you have still
many years to i've"
"Who says 500"
"The magician.
'sWhat magician 2"
Then the old servant told the boy the
history of his birth and baptism, and the
family council over his cradle.
"What will become of me then? 7" said
poor Esop. "Shall I give you some
advice9" continued the kindly old man.
'sAs you cannot enjoy the pleasures that
| your brother lives for. you must seek
comfort elsewhere; your soul is pure and
good though your body is deformed, Sc
if you learn the art of charming through
] your soul the best men will envy you
the gift"
Well, in my place, what would
you do?"
CT would learn to play the flute.
"What, blow into bit of wood like
a blind beggar! That would make my
cheeks as ugly as my back"
| cit is, however, fine instrument.
"But there must be others p
eyes there is the harp"
"What is that like e.
| When the old man explained, Esop
said, ssBring me harp"
| The poor boy was SO sad that he felt
the need Of pouring out his sorrows In
some way, even If he had no human ear
| to listen to him. With the instinct which
God gives to the suffering soul, and to
the poet, for poesy and pain are sisters,
he soon learned to express himself in
song, while his fingers produced the
sweetest musical accomplishments to the
equally lovely voice. His heart would
swell with the loftiest strains, while his
sapphire eyes glistened with emotion.
Grief had made him poet, and his
love soon found voice in delicious bal
lads, written in praise of the young girl
that he had seen on the balcony. When
he finished singing, he would allow his
head to droop in his hands, while he
/ dreamed.
Some one knocked at the door.
"Who sings here2" said sweet voice.
cit is 1, said Esop.
Sand who are you9'
g / am the elder. son of the Count y