The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1882-04-14

foa will spoil my flowers" she
said, with playful pout. "See arn't
they lovely?"
Yes he answered, starting back,
81 would spoil your flowers, and so
have come to say q real farewell"
d" Why2 You are not going away p
she asked, troubled expression COM
ing into her face.
"Going West" he answered, abruptly.
" Perhaps I, too, may tome day break
forth from my chrysalis at all events,
l will find something more to do
something beyond this everyday plod-
ding. Good-bye" and without waiting
for an answer he WAS gone.
In the corridors he found old vater-
chen, his face "one vast substantial
SMILE" bis broken English pouring
forth In Wild attempts at eratcry, shak-
ing hands with every cne-on the very
topmost pinnacle of happiness.
What you CO." exclaimed the old
gentleman, seizing Eariston's unwilling
arm. Nein, nein, that makes not"
as tho young man attempted to offer an
excuse. eve must haf a little of good
times, ,a-sholly celebration. nichtwhsr.'
Dut Fred slipp<d awuy ut last and
rushing forth into the night soon Lost
sight of the brilliant lights, heard no
longer the clatter and laughter: saw
only the awful blank in his future;
heard only the voices that called to him
from the awakening powers Of the
West.
ALI that winter the fame OF this Mar
guerite, this German daisy, was sounded
all over the length and breadth Of her
adopted country. All that winter the
young girl lived the restless, uneasy,
dissatisfying life OF public performer
a popular favorite. ALI that winter
Vaterchen felt himself growing daily
weaker and weaker, the strong current
Of excitement preyiDg upon his old,
worn frame. until with the coming OF
the June roses he grew tired unto
death and ley down for long rest.
Then Marguerite realized the loneli-
ness OF her position, the isolation OF
her new sphere. as never before. Cut
off from all old associations, placed in
an unreal tm,sphere, surrounded by
jealousy, rivalry and fiattery, she longed
for
"The touch of vanished hand,
For the SQUAD Of voice that was still p
During the summer she wandered
about from one secluded wa.oIing-place
to an Jther, finding everywhere those
who were eager to claim gu acquaint-
ance with the successful violiniste, but
mono who cared 10 befriend the lonely
girl.
The opening OF the season found her
again in the dtful maelstrom of profes-
sional life, the novelty worn away, all
ambition, save to requi'e tho ones who
had drawn her out of obscuri'y, to pay
the debts that necessity had incurred,
dead or dying in her.
Then came the sorrowful ending.
One December night alter an un.
usually brilliant ovation, as she stepped
out into the icy street, holding her
violin in her arms as she always would,
trusting no one else with its care, in
tie short space intervening between
hall and waiting carriage, her foot
slipped and she fell heavily to the hard
however, the old instinct enabled Eel lei
to hold her beloved instrument ont Of
harms way, but the act cost her dear |;
for her right arm received the full
force Of the shock, and was mangled
and crushed into an almost shapeless
mass.
Who can tell Of the dreadful struggle
that followed-the fierce rebellion
against the skilled surgeons hard de-
cree?
"Oh cannot, l must not lose it,
DOCTOR" the poor child screamed in her
tar~,hIa I.
cruel. There must be some way to
save it. There must be-"
"My dear" answered the kind OLD
man, touched by h'r hopefulness when
all was hopeless. " I wish--I only wish
for your sake that there VAS"
"Then let me die" sho urged,
passionately, burying her face in the
pillows.
But death when so entreated seldom
comes, and SO few weeks later Mar
looking out on the passers by, her fair
face pale and worn. her empty sleeve
concealed under soft draperies by her
loving maid. her bonny blue eyes filed
with despair.
Sudden ly the door opened. There
was q rush of fresh, invigoiating air, a
thrill as il some strong presence had
entered.
The girl turned her head slowly.
languidly, uninterestedly, and saw her
lover, unchanged save for the more
resolute, manly bearing.
"Fritzl" she called, half doubtingly,
and then sprang toward him.
My darling" he answered, rs he
clssped her close.
"But how did you knowf" she asked,
q moment later" how did you know
where to come to meT
1.-THE eoings and oomings, the hsps
and mishaps, Of noted persons, like
yourself, are all choice items for the
press" he answered. Away from all
news and habitations where have been,
those ubiquitous sheets do not find
their way frequently, but when I saw
I came"
Marguerite locked up into his brave
lace for an instant, then softly moved
away from him and said, with her old
despair creeping slowly in.o face and
voice!
sent you away when was strong
and we'll. You come back to fpd me
maiRed and helpless. cannot accept
the noble saorifce-it shames me SO.
l am unworthy of you l.
"You are siiil Iietchsn, my darling
he answered, drawing her back into hia
strong, loving arms.