The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1880-08-05

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order with alacrity, for the good humor-
ed ease Of the stranger, together with his
evident appreciation of .'our Liz, had
wrought fayorably on Neddie. Even the
maiden aunt who kept the house smiled
frostily at the prospect of this pleasant
addition to their family.
Mcintyre, who had been wandering
about three or four hundred miles from
home in search of a quiet place TO spend
the summer, congratulated himself on
having drifted to the very spot.
although it was an expensive style Of
drifting" he remarked, with a smile, rs
he enclosed bank note in an envelope
to be sent to the owner of the little craft
which had slipped him out into the way
es abreast of the light house.
A week later, as he sauntered shore
ward, there came to his ears wildly
sweet strain of melody. As he listened
in amazement, for he had seen no musi-
cal instrument about the place, he began
to realize that it was a part of Strauss
artist life waltzes that he had heard-a
strain that he often whistled. Hestepped
round the jutting of the cliff and there,
leaning against the granite wall, was Liz
zie, her chin dropped carelessly on lit
tie red violin, as she drew the bow across
the strings. She flushed up like guilty
thing when she saw Mcintyre.
''You whistled that the other day.
day she faltered, ''and liked it so much
it haunted me all the time"
He stepped forward.
"Why, Lizzie! Is it possible you play
like that without notes?"
81 don't play much now," she said,
drawing her dark brows over her eyes,
"a party of ladies and gentleman came
here to visit the light house, once, and
overheard me playing. heard one of
the ladies say, ''the idea of girl with a
iddle!" $50 l thought perhaps it didn't
look we'll"
Not look well, indeedl" aud he laugh
Ell in merry scorn. "Why, child, did
you ever hear of Camilla Ur8o2"
'.No."
"WelI, she is lady, and she makes
the most exquisite music on fiddle, ,
and thousands of people go to hear her.
Why, Camilla Urso herself would listen
with pleasure to your music, Lizzie, "
said Mcintyre, extravagantly. "Who
taught you to play?"
''No one. This violin belonged to
father and he showed me how to tune it.
I pick up tunes that I hear, but I never
heard anything half SO beautiful as the
tunes I hear you sing anu WuIsJle.
Mcintyre smiled. His repertoire Of
music consisted Of snatches of operas,
waltzes, redowas and German airs, which
were dimly associated in his mind with
nights of brilliant gayety; and he Won
dered dreamily how this pure minded,
healthy souled girl would look upon the
elegant dissipation carried on by the set
Of which he was the fayorite. A sudden
glow warmed his heart as he thought that
not one Of the fine ladies who had swung
languidly through the mazes of that very
waltz of the great composers could have
rescued him so bravely from the jaws of
death as Lizzie had-Lizzie, who stood
there so quietly, with her little red violin
hugged to her breast, and her fingers
straying lovingly over the strings.
Tell me about Camilla Urso," she
said presently. Did you ever hear her
pIay?"
Eyes, indeed l have a paper in my
trunk containing a little sketch of her
life, which you may read for yourself,
and which will tell you better than can
of her talent"
"For moment Lizzie's eyes met his
own, look of shame and distress gather
ing in them.
"Mr. Mcintyre, that will be of no use
I cannot read"
"Lizzie!'
Her violin slipped from her grasp, and
would have fallen to the ground had not
Mcintyre caught it, and she covered her
crimson face with both hands.
''But Lizzie, - persisted her panion,
in some perplezity, II do not understand.
There are good public schools in the city;
and surely your father must have known
that it was his duty to give a girl like you
an education, to say nothing of Neddie,
who is growing up such a splendid young
fellow"
1T is very kind of you to say such
things of Neddie and me, Mr.. Mcintyre,
but, after all, we are common people,
ana ours IS common life. Neddie did
spend two years with our uncle who lives
in York State. He went to school there.
But father doesn't think much of book
learning. Aunt Jane never has time 20
help me, epG Nsi.die IS 100 restless TO
keep still long enough, L suppose" She
continued, quantity, you who live out in
the world look at these things in differ
ent way; but know Of ;-lany who are
inst where i am. Why, there is whole
family on that island, pointing to tiny
speck away to the eastward, "who can't
read or write. Once in three months,
perhaps, they go 10 the main land. /
scarcely ever so. l suppose [ shall al
ways live right here, and l am contented
Il think, look of doub! gathering in
her eyes; ''at least l was. But lately l
have wished so much that could read
and had hooks-for it is SO lonely hers
in the winter"
"Wel, dear child, said the young man
gently, this gives me the privilege OF
paying nay debts, doesn't it?'
"Eour debts?" echoed Lizzie in sur.
priss.