Louisiana capitolian., 1880-06-03
ono has fastidious musical sensibilities
I'd advise him to decamp.'
I'll stay,' said Dick,

ono has fastidious musical sensibilities
I'd advise him to decamp.'
Tll stay said Dick.
Well all stay and sec the fun,' said
Grove, sitting down by Miss Castleton.
| David came in. l began to under
stand what was coming as l,o bent his
head over the violin and drew the bow
lightly across tho strings. In a moment
he glided into an air of yerdi's 80 light
anl graceful that it was like the fall of
sea spray. Every car and eye was given
in rapt attention ; some in delight, some
in troubled doubt, rs If they could not
believe their senses; some in spleen
and envy, and all in amazement. As
tonishment was tho prevailing emo.
ton.
When he had finished the opera air,
he asked: 'ls there any tune you would
particularly like" Aud no glanced to-
wards the side of the room where Flor
ence CastIc'on sat, rather than at Dick
and Martin.
Will you play tho Phantom Chorus
from Faust !! asked Florence. Aud the
mild sweet tones came forth Obedientiy,
in beautiful perfection. Air followed
air. The company sat spell. bound until
the suddenly revealed musician laid
down his bow. A chorus of eulogistic
phrases and expressions of gratitude
followed, but David Atwood smiled
only at Florence Castleton's simple re-
mark, we thank YOU
He left the room. A little while after
| went through the hall, and met him.
'Yon have surprised and delighted us
with your performance, Mr. Atwood ]
said
lfe smiled.
I learned to play to please a little
sick sister l had once he answered.
Since she died ! do not care to play
much, although l love music
Jxst then Florence Castleton fitted
by and went up stairs. thought she
heard what he said.
DO you think she liked it'' he said,
with amusing simplicity and direct
ness.
Yes. am sure she did, / answered.
1t soon became percepti5le to all oh
serving people how much David At
wood was tn love with Miss Castleton.
He would turn pale every time she
spoke to him, aud once when he brought |
her chair in an awkward hurry, saw
him trembling like leaf under her
beautiful eyes. They were together that
evening, with three or four others, in !
tho parlor,
Miss CastletOn, said pretty little |
school girl, who idolized Florence for |
her beauty, after the manner of school
girls, your eyes are just the color Of the |
water off Cony Beach, where saw it |
last summer
Miss Castloton laughed.
They are like summer skies,' said
Charley Childs.
I swear that they arc just like the
binding of owen Meredith'-in blue
and gold,' said Dick Manchester.
And what is your comparison, Mr..
Atwood" a" said Florence, looking up
archly at David. His answer was in
voluntary. 'They are like the blue lake
spur which used to grow in my moth
cr's garden he said.
Florence Castleton blushed; it was
the only time ! had seen her blush.
Looking up, she suddenly ly met the eyes
Of her guardian, Mr.. Gray, who was
present. Rising quickly, she went to
the piano, and seating herself, played
light air.
That night cry Of fire awoke mic.
lay unaffected for moment, until l
perceived the odor of smoke.
Rising quickly, opened my door; the
lall was filled with smoke, and there
vas great confusion in the house. The
,ry of Fire! fret arose.
flung on a wrapper, drew on slip
'ers, and commenced putting my most
'aluable papers into my writing -des k.
While was doing this there came q
luick stepon The stairs, and voice crying
he names of all who slept on the land
ng. lopencd my door again and saw
or the first time that the doors of all
he other chambers were open, and tho ;
occupants had fled. 1t was servant.
oh, como down, for heavens saker ,
he cried. The back part of the house
8 attire from cellar to roof, inside'
There were doors in the hall shutting
II the back part Of the house off from {
he front.