The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1879-08-27


speaking the fitting vows, but hearing nos
his own words" She could have listened for
hours aud not grown tired.
How many marriages there are like that.
be remarked as he laid down the book. ons
to end N madness both III misery. Mailing
but lore can sanction marriage !; II that is
wanting, all other motives would be sscrileaF
saw picture Of him In 4 gallery at Rome.
which is much more wild and passionate look
ing, than any | have seen in his poetical
works. It is said to have been painted by an
EngEshman-an intimate friend and per-
haps he saw him in one of those wild moods.
such as possessed him when be wrote Tiara,
and Conrad"
The mention of Rome stirred Ette's heart.
From early childhood she had longed to see
that ancient, renowned and classic city. 70
view the crumbling ruins of its once magni-
hcent palaces to be wheie the Caesars and
Neros reigned, and where Paul suffered and
died. You have visited Rome - she asked
eagerly.
Yes, spent most of last Winter there's
Elites eyes betrayed the interest she felt.
and Horace began to speak of the manner
and customs of Its present inhabitants, its
public buildings, its splendid works of art,
and finally its past history and its ruins. He
described the Appian Way, and the classic
grounds along it, consecratod by the genius
of Virgil and of Cicero. He told her of the
Italian villas, whose marble porticoes Paul be-
held glittering in the sunlight, as he passed
tI,ar, btc
dred years ago, now only marked by piles of
brick, welded together by imperishable ce-
ment. Never since his return to his native
land had he felt such zest in describing his
travels as he did that evening, and Elite lis
tened and forgot the lapse of time Eight
o'clock, nine o'clock passed UNDECIDED by them,
and Lille sank to sleep unnotced upon the
hearth rug.
At length Horace reoollected himself, and
taking out his watch, exclaimed, = 1t is half.
past nine, Miss Wentworth. had no idea it
was SO late. You must excuse my lengthy
CALI forgot myself the evening has passed
SO pleasantly in your society,"
The compliment, il such it was meant to be,
passed unheeded by Elite. She was only
thinking of the pleasure he had given her,
and she thanked him in her innocent, artless
way.
He arose, and as he took bis hat TO depart,
his eyes fell upon guitar hanging upon the
wall.
Do you play upon that ~ he asked.
'' Sometimes"
swim you favor me with piece before
goa"
Elite did not blush and shipper, and say -
oh, please excuse me sir, could not think
4 OF playing ssfexss ys.,, = sfuueeu, am SO
out of practice, Ifealy ceald net play alta ~
or any of the other excuses so common among
young ladies who have spent years in prac-
tice, and had the best masters for teachers
She earnestly wished to do something to re-
pay him for the pleasure he had given her
and she simply said, as she took the costly in
strument--the last gift Of her dear departed
foster father, 9 am afraid my music will not
suit you'll do not know any of the new
songs"
q do not care for new music" be replied,
sing me something old. Something as far
back as you can Notwithstanding that
will take me to my childhood"
She threaded her fingers in and out among
the chords for moment, thoughtfully, then
began to sing Land o. the Leal"
Elite was no prima donna, but her voice
was clear and amply powerful for that small
room. Moreover it had been cultivated in
PALMER days, to its fullest extent. As tho
music of the rich chords Of the guitar rose
and fell in harmony with the cadence Of the
sad, but exquisitely sweet song, the gay, caro-
less expression vanished from Horaco's face.
Shadows gathered on his broad, high brow,
and in his eyes there was far away look, as
though his mind was turning back down tho
silent stream of memory, to some distant
shore his life boat left years ago.
I" Scenes Of youth
10 which he long had babe last adieu
| Seats of delight inspiring youthful themes
Friends lost to him for aye--exeept in Dreams"
F." You told me to sing as far back as could
remember That was my cradle song my
mother sang it to me, as she rocked me to
sleep. 1t was the first song l ever remember
hearing sung"
And my father sang it to me as he carried
me to and fro, in his arms, when boy. What
a strange coincidence " l am going, Jean,
to the land % the leaI, " be said musing Il Do
you know what it brings to my mind I? will
tell you. A Grecian cottage on the hill by the
sea. My tall, sad father, my flail. beautiful,
fading mother the she'll stream beach the
wild, tossing, restless sea. Truly you took
me back to my childhood"
He arose, and walked to the door.
Elite followed him down, and when he
reached the Threshold, he looked back half
pleadingly, and said May come again ~
She answered briefly " Yes"
Then he went out into the night, and Ettie
Wentworth's heart went with him.
(ro BE CONTINUED.
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