The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1881-05-12

| ly true young voice. to the fitful nc.
compartment Of u cracked fiji.
die.
A little crowi hal gathered
around tue corner. The blind oil
fiddler, in his tasterel velve.een
coat and picturesque white beard
passed his hat around. aad the siay.
Ter, with her face half. veilei by tho
folds Of the black shawl, which pass
cd over head aud fell in long, nuu-
like folds about her slight person,
stood holding the iolin. As her
large liquid eyes foil Oh Ma y ell be
advanced, aud holding out silver
coin spoke some laughing SO ntence
in the mnsical moiulstions OF the
Italian language. She took the
money with murulrei word of
thanks but tho shy, surprised look
denoted that she had not uu der.
stood him.
$50 they are not Italisns altar
ALL" said Mayell to himself, as he
sprung on board the car. Il was
sure that olive-skin, and those. deep,
melting eyes, conld only have caught
their glow under the skies OF Italy.
Well it only shows how easy it is to
I've mistaken. At oil evonts, it was a
fair, dinpled little face aud hope
her grizzle-bearded old friend will
reap an ample harvest Of pennies
Aud, in searching for the abid.
ing place Of his old friend, NJ.
Castlotou, the decayed artist, he
completely forgot the little incident
of the evening.
mo, 44-soa court" he said to
himself- "Yos, this must be the
place. And yet" glancing up at the
mildewed brick walls and indies.
cribable shabbipess Of the old ton.
ernent-house, "who wonlI have OK
pected to nnd Warde Castleton.
here !-Warde Csstleton. tho dos
cendant OF u long line OF ancestry
Wards Castlston, whom I can re
member as the master OF Castle
Hall! Bad management, extrava-
CANT living, mad Investments this
IS what they hive brought him TO.
Poor fellow ono can scarcely oafsr
charity to him and set what 10 to be
done 7"
Aud cropping his way into tho hall,
where sort of Chimerian darkness
reigned, he managed to inl hi4
way to tho hoJ where Mr. U.slleton
lived.
The majestic old artist came for
ward to receive him, in tattered
dressing gown which had once been
ruby velvet, cap of the sams mat
erial on his head, aud mahlstick in
his hand.
"Ah, Mayoll my old friend - he
cried, geasping tho hand OF the uu-
expected guest rather the
young friend of my old days-you
are welcome ! You find me rather
indiffsrently situated bnt we all
know that genius is, at times, under
q cloud-Walk in walk in I Here
is Mrs. Castleton, and Beatrix, my
eldest daughter. But where is
Miriam little Miriam, the beauty
and runaway of the flock. Call her,
Trix Toll her to get us some sup.
per. She will be her directly"
Mrs. Castleton, little old lady 10
a lace cap, who has lost the use of
her limi s, sat knitting in wheeled
chair, by the sadly insufficient fire.
Her poor nose was blue, aud the
hand which she held out to Clarence
Mayell was cold as an icicle.
Beatrix, pale young woman OF
twenty, drew an old screen before
the table, on which was plate OF
cold mush and a pitcher of thin tea.
and made haste to adjust the easel
80 as to hide the cot bed in the cor.
uer.
Mr.. Castleton pointed to the easel
with Grande seigneur fourishing
OF the hand.
"You see, May ell. said he, .'that
] still cling to the old habits. My
hand is scarcely as steady now as l
could wish, but it seems necessary
to cell picture now aud. Trix,
whsre is your sister Why does not
Miriam come 10 7 We have some
wealthy acquaintances, Maysll.' the
old man continued, "who decline to |
bny my pictures, and who contrivs
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