The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-07-05

be dld pet. A caolssss aroso bt,ween
lhem, which the professor endeAyored TO
allsy, bat ia vain. Wlsa Roger bad
fAlrly beeaa to open his eyes upon tie
msn, be found him io be = vretehed per.
souiGcaiion Of ignorance and secrecy.
They parted angrily. Roger never for
got The hook Of hale which the professor
gave hin Oh QoIstBg lle Hpsrment
Roger was now apparently thrown on
his own resources As vas common, be
took another name, and went into Italy
to conlinne his studies. He gave Ilille
concerts, With three other musicians,
asd earned years expenses. He taught
himself everything that was possible.
He became highly accomplished.
Ile was engaged at La Scala, Al Milan,
and his very ihst performance was In a
coBoert where the grea English lady
sang He was one Of The first yiolins.
The audience was magnificent, the King
being present. Tbesi6ksf, EtbeI Carts,
sang the first song. Roger looked upon
her with strange emotions She was
elegantly dressed, sud was in perfect
voice, and be was thrilled through aud
through,
Later in the evening he rose and adj
yanced TO play Que OF Beethoven's soma
tas. lie finished amid the widest APP
plAase, and turned 10 60 40 his seat, He
glanced 81 the great singer. Her eyes
were upon him; she dropped her ian,
he felt himself grow pae, but heregain-
cd his seat safely. lie looked on her
again. Her eyes were still on him, and
her lips were parted.
Circumstances prevented him from
seeing her until the concert was finished.
Ii was late. All the corridors were
dark. He passed the doors Of the parlor
which was always occupied by the prima
donna. lie heard the Foice of his musi-
cal professor in an angry tone:
have followed You here from Paris,
mademoiselle, for your answer. Viii
you or will you not marry me? Remem-
Der you are clothed IN satin, that you
have sung TO the King and all the no.
bility, that you are rich, and but for me
you would be singing In the street for
the sake of penuies,A Beheetl
Roger heard the sound Of weeping.
He entered boldly, bntquietly.
Mademoiselle, said be, gently, while
the professor started back in astonish-
ment and anger, madmoiselle, this man
does not deserve you. He is william.
He has sworn to marry you, and he has
promised all the people to whom he
owes vast amounts Of money, that be
will pay them on becoming your bus
band, aud when he gets access to your
bank account. You see what sort OF a
man he Is.
'ris falsehood, screamed the profess
or, in rage.
Excuse me, il IL not, Hespouded Roger.
lie glanced ut the singer. Her bril-
liant eyes were upon him. His gaze be-
came riveted upon her. Slowly there
arose picture. of farm homestead by a
beautiful river, an expanse of fields and
shining water; the room seemed filled
with Summer air, and the sweet voices
of birds and insects.
They stepped toward each other, hesi-
tated moment, and then, with loud,
long cry, she ran TO him and fell upon
his breast.
Agnes!
Dear boy
All, now | know who it was that help
cd me-who taught mel Oh, Agnes,
Agnes, can you remember mel
Remember you3 she joyfully exclaim-
ed. Remember? Yes, yes; and much
more-very, very much more.
They went out together, and remained
together through all the storms, which
were many The professor lost himself
/ in the crowded world somewhere, no.
body knows. Agnes paid his debts,
but gave herself TO her old friend for
ever. H
DANIEL wEBsrER's ENPERiENCE OF