The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1878-01-16

met with by tourists generally and i
know that some of the facts l gathered
were certainly novel, if not interesting.
l don't believe l ever spoke to a living
creature for a whole week, except the
eccentric characters in low life men,
toned above and know / had moth
ing to say to anybody at my lodgings.
At first, began to think that the girl
who had let me in, on my first evening,
WAS the only person about the house,
but after two or three days several old
gentlemen-not a single young one
appeared on the staircase, Just coming
in or just going out, and once 1 deserted
an elderly lady entering a room on the
floor Immediately below.
Great, then, was my surprise one
morning TO hear the sound of musical
box proceeding from the apartment next
door. 1t was the first greeting to my
ears when [ awoke. got up, stole
quietly across the floor, put my cheek
to the wall, and listened.
Exquisite charming !" l cried,
hunting for my stockings. Would
that might be permitted to listen for
ever l shall make it a point immedi-
ately to find ont (where are my stock
ings p to find out who it is that possesses
the means of treating herself to this
music at will. She shall become my
bosom-shirt-I mean my bosom. friend. I"
At that moment some one knocked at
the door.
"Enter !" L exclaimed, in tragic
tone.
A gentleman came in, bowing and
smiling most agreeably. He was per-
son in the prime of life, with iron. gray
hair, great glittering eyes and broad
forehead. He said, "I have come,
Monsieur, to apologize for making music
so early in the morning. I disturbed
you."
"What |" cried, "are you the musi-
clan in whose head rests the power to
thrill every nerve of a mans organiza-
ton Let me hear your sublime melody
once again, and I shall die in peace"
Monsieur is welcome to my poor
music. I shall be proud to have the
honor of making it play for him again. +"
Instantly, if you value my happi-
ness !" was my reioinder, thrusting my
self into my clothes. "But stay, I've
had nothing to eat Shall I eat the
music before l hear my breakfast-I
mean, shall 1 eat my breakfast before
hear the music ?"
GAS Monsieur chooses"
"Then I choose to hear the music
first. Lead the way, if you please"
The old gentleman appeared to be de-
lighted. Smiling and nodding his head,
until I looked for it to be suddenly
twisted off, he took me across the pas
sage, and into his chamber. There was
nothing there but bed, chair, table,
three or four musical instruments, and
the sublime musical-box.
Monsieur charms me with his con-
descensions," said my conductor.
81 hope you will believe" I replied,
"that / am honored to be invited
here"
He went over to the little table, took
key from his pocket, wound up the
box, and placed his hand on crank.
Then looking at me with infinite plea
sure, he said I should now hear the
"Sophie Valse, by Strauss.
1t was rapturous. Conceive n grand
piano, played by a master, every note
robbed of that harshness and acute force
which are inseparable from it upon an
instrument of the kind; imagine an
orchestra. of fairies; imagine anything
likely to hold you entranced for hours,
and you may obtain faint idea of the
music produced by my neighbor's box.
When the piece was finished, I fell upon
his neck. Hepatted me on the shoulder,
and said had ssul.
" You must breakfast with me, I re-
turned. "What is your name?''
Wolfgang Mozart d'Aubepine," he
answered proudly.
Then, Monsieur Wolfgang Mozart
d'Aubepine, permit me to have the
honor"
"Alas p he returned, Struggling his
shoulders, 81 have already break
tasted"
TO refuse seemed to break his heart.
"WeIl, will call upon you during
the probably this evening""
"Come in the twilight; then you shall
hear the Tempest of the Heart"
Z" I swear will not disappoint you p
hus mechanically left him.
When evening came, presented my
self at his door, and was greeted en-
Enthusiastically. Come in; come in"
cried M. d'Aubepine,
How rapidly had our friendship grownl
When we met now only for the second
time in our lives, we seemed to have
known each other for years. AS for M.
d'Aubepine, he was one of those men
you cannot help liking. His manner
was SO full of artlessness and simplicity,
his nature SO impulsive and poetical, /
could have sworn fidelity to him on the
spot.
We went into the room together and
sat down.
You are devoted to music % said,
glancing at the instrument hanging on
the wall
cts my existence !" he replied.
DO you perform on the violin9"