Morning journal and courier., 1881-05-24
gournaI arlO Courier.
Tuesday Morning, May "a. 1881.
A Modern Musical Novel.
NIabIe and Henri; the Calliope and the
Mniden's Prayer.
L dos,

Mable nd Henri; or the CallfOPe and the
NIniden's Prayer.
From the London Figarol
She was alone in the world! Her various
relatives had gradually passed away, and by
a strange coincidence, just as the last one
passed, she found herself alone. Alone, did
we say? Yet not utterly, for her dear piano
was left her, and seating herself before it
she softly played the one sweet air, the only
one that she played completely.
1t was true that it was rumored that the
mortality among her relatives was attributed
to too often listening to the strain of this
lovely zaoTce0u, but nevertheless it brought
back to her tender memories of childhood,
and she played it to herself dreamingly-
1.-THE Maiden's Prayer"
x
'sMabel, play me that strain again.
It was young man that spoke and he
leaned over the piano and watched her de-
licate fingers meander over the bass notes in
the romantic cross hand movement.
sAh! Henri, " responded Mabel. 81 could
play it to you forever"
A slight shudder crossed the marble brow
of the Young man as he responded SIT
seems to ne to be a tone picture of une
qualled beauty. Observe these flights of the
right hand into the highest notes; even so
might a pure prayer rise into the heights of
the blue empyrean."
But see, Henri" said the maid; ''now the
melody is hid beneath the deep notes of the
bass.''
land, even so, the highest thoughts must
fall again to the earth and seek the practical
Mabel, we are poor. am an inventor, and
vet hope to perfect my delicious steam cal
liope, which will bring me fame and fortune.
Til then-adieu! Accept this as last me-
mento of one who loves you fondly."
He was gone. She tearfully opened the
.~11 wall
which played two tunes: ''Then You'll Re
member" and ''Sweet Bye and Bye"-said
reminders of his affections and hopes.
Five years had passed Mabel Jangleure
was no longer young, but she was interesting
and full of witching grace.
She had boldly faced fortune, and had
turned music teacher. Many, many pupils
had come to her, and she had taught them all
La P19ere a. une TieTge. She was no
longer poor, but her heart was poverty strick-
en-, indeed At night she would sit in her
solitary abode and play the well remembered
naorceau (she knew it by heart now, and
would grind out the two airs from her be-
loved musical box. She sat one evening
slowly grinding. Her thoughts were far
away as she turned the crank. ''Then You'll
Remem-"
mabel Jangleure!"
''Henri de Homboge!"
And they were in each others arms
81 have come to claim you, my own, said
he. 81 am able to marry now"
sob, Henri" sobbed Mabel, as her arms
timidly encircled his neck and her fingers
PLAYED seThe Maiden's Prayer on his back,
''has the calliope succeeded"
mo, my darling" was the response. II
| have invented a method which will teach any
body to play the piano thoroughly in half an
hour, and Pm RICH"
They are welded now, and their life since
| then has been one round of bliss, only made
| more perfect by the sweet sounds of the tune
which had hallowed the days of their younger
love