Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1880-01-02

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and the beautiful tint of her dress
with its cloudy trimmings of lace
was fairly rivalled by the exquisite
tints of her complexion. She wa'
in the best of spirits, and laughed
and chatted with all the gay sbandOI
of child.
81 am so glad it is IFoo qtore to
night; it is my favorite opera. Mol
lie and Tom will meet US there"
| "Does Waehtel sing?" asked he1
husband.
eyes; wont it be a treat? ant
Madame de Murka. She is just
splendid. Do you know sgd, have
half a mind to take singing lesson:
again ? l have so much time, anC
you always thought my voice wa.
| good"
"Your voice to me, Baby, is sweet
er than any other ever heard, and
I think your idea OF taking lessons
again is a good one. 1t will give
you something to do to keep you
from getting lonely while 1 am
away"
''That is Just it. l do get so tired
having nothing to do but count the
hours until four o'clock. But about
a teacher?"
Dwell, as to that, 1 would rather
you should have a teacher come to
the house Ethel. l don't like the
idea of your going out for your les
sons"
"Of course not-I wouldn't think
of it. And | believe Mollie knows
a good teacher-some one who
taught her sister. I'll ask her to-
night"
When the two ladies met in the
opera box a very significant glance
passed between them. An inquiry
flashed from Mrs. Bascom's black
eyes, answered by a quiet response
from EthePs blue ones, which seem
ed perfectly satisfactory on both
sides. In answer to her inquiries
about a teacher :-"Yes, Mrs. Bas-
com knew an excellent teacher
Signor PacelIi. She would send him
to Ethel tomorrow" Then the sub
ject was very quietly dismissed.
The next morning came Signor
Pacelli, and Ethel having made sat
isfactory arrangements, commenced
her lessons at once. When her hus-
band came home to dinner, she was
loud in her praises of her new teach
er. "He is so gentlemanly, sgd,
dear"
81 should hope so, certainly Eth
eyes; but I mean so stylish, so
genteel, and really very good look
ing; and his broken English so
charming. He speaks French with
me, though know so little Ital-
IAN"
"WelI, dear, so you are satisfied,
l am. l suppose you will be prepar-
ed to be Prima Dom before long"
Mrs. Allaire was intensely inter
ested in her singing lessons. She
prqcticed scales and solfeggios from
morning till night, and talked about
Signor Pacelli and his perfections
until her husband was tored of hear
ing them.
"Really, Baby" said he, "this
Signor must be a paragon. Now,
ordinarily, I can't say 1 fancy these
singing teachers.
"Oh! but Sgd, l am sure you
would like Pacelli-and you know
1 am improving so rapidly. You
must come home sometime when
take my lesson and meet him. He
would like TO get acquainted with
you"
excuse me, please. I don't
think 1 care to. Go on with your
abs and seas, but don't ask me to
cultivate any singing masters"
Meeting his friend Tom Bascom
one day he said: "By the way,
Tom, do you know this Pacelli that
Ethel and Mollie are raving about ?
Is he anything so very wonderful ?''
"Pacelli ?" answered Tom musing-
ly, "Oh, Mollie did tell me your
wife was taking singing lessons. He
is a good teacher, believe; a quiet
gentlemanly sort of fellow; sings
well they tell me-"
"Well, Ethel considers him a par
agon, and really she is improving.
Come round and hear her sing"
Ethel was improving, certainly.
She sang selections from the operas
in quite an artistic manner, and pa
thetic little ballads in a style that
almost brought tears to ones eyes.
One day, having a severe headache,
Sydney left the bank early, and 60
ing home found his wife was taking
her music lesson. Not caring to in
terrupt her, he threw himself on
sofa in the back parlor and listened
as the lesson progressed. They
were singing a duet, and the voices
rang out clear and sweet, first an
swering each other and then blend
ing in complete and exquisite har-
mony, "Tell me thou lowest me-"
"That's Pacelli," thought he,
"wbat silly, sentimental stuff they
sing !"
81 love thee" responded Ethel,
with the most gond-forever express
ion; and again, "Tell me thou lowest
me-" 81 love thee" and then to-
gether, go, yes thou lowest me-"
Then a peal of laughter and the
door closed, and Ethel came running
in, and laid her little soft hands on
his aching brow.
"Oh, sgd, are you i'll? l heard
you come in, but we were just in
the midst of duet, and l couldn't
stop. Did you hear it? Was it
not pretty?"
eyes, it sounded very well; but
what silly nonsense it was. l Ishould
think you would dislike singing it."
"Why, you know, those transla-
tions from the Italian always are.
l am going to learn to sing them in
the original, and then very few will
know what st MEANS"
swell, l don't see as that will bet
ter it much"
81 am so sorry you are not well,
dear We are going to the opera
tonight, you know, and l invited
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