Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1876-10-26

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wrote the words of song which b
called ''I.ove's Dying Dream" and h
fitted it to an air so sweet, so gentle
that playing upon the old piano h
knew it to be the best of all that h
had ever done-the bright particula
gem fit to lay before his lady.
He copied it out daintily; he wrot
a note with the signature of San Ad
mirer," and resolved to leave it a
her door and wait the result.
"If 1 should even hear her sing
should be so happy" he said t.
himself, II should be willing II
die
What strange things we say some
times! Did you ever say anything
not quite meaning it, that afterwarc
proved itself true, though not as you
intended it? l have. And one
morning he said:
To-day 1 will do it," and with
these words left his room.
He ran down stairs with q precious
parcel in his hand, and stood before
the door that led to Mile. La C-'s
suit of rooms with a palpitating
heart. He had intended to knock
and leave the parcel with a servant,
but, how unfortunate-the door stood
open. He would steal in and put
the music upon the table. He crept
in; he laid the parcel down softly;
but as he did so, his eyes fell upon
a miniature. 1t was portrait of his
divinity herself and it was set in
costly gems. These he neither no
ticed nor cared for. All he saw was
the sweet face. He stopped over it;
he took it in his hand.
at is herselfp' he said.
And think he would have kissed
it, but at that moment he heard q
scream and savage growl.
He turned. The scream came from
Mile. La c., the growl from a
gentleman who accompanied her, and
on the instant two hands came down
on Fernande's shoulders and the
was wrestled from him.
allow careless of Auguste," said
the lady, 'to leave'the door open for
thieves to enter by"
The gentleman Justify called for
help.
Fernando said nothing. Conscious
Of his position he was stricken
dumb, and it was as one passing
through the changing scenes of a
lream that he knew himself to be
and cast into prison.
The prima donna appeared against
him when the time came. She had
iound him in her room. He had a
valuable ornament IN his hand. She
believed that he intended to steal it.
She had never seen him before.
AT this the young man felt that it
would be well to be dead. She had
lever seen him before! 1t was all
ancy. He had not caught her eyes.
She had never noticed him.
The gentleman gave his evidence,
out he was fierce, and called Fer
lande thief and rascal, and Fer
handle could only say he was not
guilty. He would not even bring his
forward by way of de-
ense.
81 am named Fernando, and I have
wenty- three years, and am nothing
md nobody"
This he said when called upon to
recount for himself and nothing
more, and he was written down va
rant and condemned to six months
lard labor as thief.
Mile. La c. went home pout-
ng and declaring that "she hated to
% to such dreadful places" She ate
delight-lunch, and afterward
hiding a packet upon her table, open
d it and read Fernande's anony-
nous note, at which she laughed and
lummed over the song, pronounced it
very pretty" A few days after she
racticed it, and on being encored
ne night, bethought her to sing it.
Poor Fernando! if he could have
'een there to have seen how the wo-
nen wept over his pretty little lay of
owe and death, and to have heard
low the applause rang.
After that the manager besought
to sing "Love's Dying
Dream" every night, and the lady
beyed his request.
Amateur singers went mad over it,
nd it was published. Having the
lame of no composer upon it, it was
allied Mile. La C-'s song, and by
many was believed to be her own,
nd it sold as never song sold be-
ore.
One day, with party, she visited
he prison where Fernando was con-.
med.
She stood amid her little circle of
avaliers, and said to one in authori-
Y of the place:
"What do they like, these people?
Shall 1 sing love song2"
GAS Madamoiselle pleases," said
he man. "Eyery one understands
hat theme"
And Madamoiselle smiled, and
ried her voice with little trill, and
,egan poor Fernande's song, "Love's
Dying Dream"
Oh, the eager glittering eyes that
her.
Oh, the flushed cheek-the hurried
breath! Oh, the mad throbbings of
he heart of number twenty-four as
le whispered to himself:
"1t is my song! 1t is my song"
"What is the matter%' whispered |
number twenty three to number
,wenty-four. Il say, mon ami,
speak"
sWhat is the matter?' asked the
singer of the superintendent, as the |
asst notes of her song died upon her
ips. "There seems to be some CON-
notion"
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