Charlotte messenger. [volume] (Charlotte, Mecklenburg Co., N.C.) 1882-18??, 1882-10-21

with pleasure
After the Song of the Star" came
almost without interruption Waltz Of
Chopin. played with feverish rapidity
Is If the artist lacked time to finish it.
After the waltz nocturne, with senti-
mental variations, expressive of grand
grand despair. Then, ali at once, silence
and darkness resumed their sway. The
light had vanished with the last sounds.
We have heard q real artist" said
Mr.. Nay, taking his son by the arm.
Henry did not answer, but he thought,
1t Was woman y ,g 4.-.-,
With The sagacIfy of the blind, whose
other senses are wonderful keen and
delicate, he had recognized the woman
N the Nervousness Of the touch and in
The penetrating emotion Of the senti-
neat. He had been -diFined that she
Vas = Sufferer, from the erratic choice
Of her music. and the blusque transit
tinns Of nerriment to sadness, and the
vHzied shades Of her play. .
2 1he next day, IS he questioned the
old woman VINO waited on them, ho
hsHrd that the villa belonged to. Mr.
ValAno0art. . gentleman IRON Paris.
Who bad bought 1t for his daughter
Madeleine. "a poor young lady who
seemed very NJ -fa'g s. i
On that evening Henry did not men
ti0n that he wanted to go again toward
the park He o1ly said he wished to
hing his violin IN case he should take
q fancy to improyise 9 serenade to the
sta-s- That day and the following, Mr..
Nay and his son spent the whole even
ing o. the beach. . s,~
Shall We 90 to the wood 2" said Mr..
Nay. one morning; '.it is nearer, and We
should return earlier, for the nights are
getting cool"
The young man repressed smile.
"Lst Us go to- the woods" he said,
seemingly Indifferent.
Il was dusk when they reached the
villa Madeleine. alone In her room, /
Exs at the piano playing the "Elsgy Of
Ernst" H.
Henry seized his violin, and, standing
On the road. trembling with excitement,
he repeated like an echo. the melody he
had heard
At the first notes Madeleine rose sud-
denly and looked ont wonderingly, then
closed the window.
81 an watched, +" she thought, and she
blushed-
The violin Vas silent.
Amin1fe later the girl opened the
Curtains, and tried to see through the
i1peneizable darkness outside. Butall
N vain. After the first feeling had
szbsided, curiosity had awakened.
ssWh0 can il beg" she thought.
Henry Nay went home ont Of sorts,
and veil aware that he had disturbed
hsr solitude. And yet he returned every
niRht with his violin. One would have
thought that he endeavored, in inspired
inprOvisatiOns. to implore forgiveness
and express the feelings which were
sgitsting him.
But the villa was buried in silence
and obscnrity. This initiated him to
the last degree.
at Is aIl overl" said he, one day. 81
offended her. Once more shall go;
and then shall leave the country.
How Eearily dragged the hours. At
sunset his father led him on, gently
hunoring what he called q romantic
fAney-" Henry played 8 prelude, and
commenced the '.Elegy of Ernst" The
melody Vas 10 bid hen farewell. Plain
tive and soLorous, the notes fell in the
pexcsfzl night .
SEddealy he started, and his bow
almost slipped through his fingers. A
JOY unspeskable pervaded all his being.
HE piano, timid al first, then more
distinct, was following the violin. 1t
Was Madeleine, who, encouraged gradu-
ally, was playing the accompaniment of
the "Elegy." The duo would have
been rrolonged far into the night bad
Mr.. Nay allowed It.
On his way home Henry was silent
and grave. His voice had q tinge of
sadness when he wished his father
good night. As they parted, he called
him back
s.FatherI"
"WhAt is il, my sUnF
ssNothing-to-morroW."
Henry had changed his mind. he
did not sleep that night. As hours
passed nuayh be evoked the memories Of
his childhood, to have eome idea Of
Mndeleinsis home, and, above all, Of her
perADn. What was she liksf he re-
called % mind the image Of the youpg
ladies he had seen. he could see her,
first slender. graceful and fair, then
dark, with classical features and fiery
eyes, he could not think Of her as not
beautiful.
The next morning Mr.. Nay entered
his room early.
"FAther." said he. hurriedly, sT have
nA5e up NY mind. VIII you write to
DR. DesnnKresF