Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1882-07-22
ONLY FOR A 1lME.

C,ntaIu Navel: '.and with more cult
lation too than one Is apt to hhd among
the general run Of itinernnt mlnatrcis.
He was standing at the corner OF the
street waiting for an omnibus.
Somewhere there was block "l
vehicles. and the omnibus was so" Iii
making its appearance, ut "hhe ne
waited Captain Maycll listened
xo.u.lv TO the wild street ballad war
blcd by fresh, cAquisitely true young
voice TO the iitful accompaniment OF
cracked violin
little crowd had gathered round the
corner.
me blind fiddler in his tattered vel
v.t.en coat and picturesque white beard
n,ssel his hat around, aud the singer,
with her face half yelled by the folds
~ IN. black shawl, which was thrown
over her hend and fell in long nun-llke
folds about her slight person, stood mold
ing the violin.
As her large liquid eyes fell on Mayeli
he advanced, and holding out q silver
coin spoke some lnughable sentence IN
III. musical modulations Of the Italian
language.
Sh. took TN, money with murmured
word of thanks, but the shy, surprised
,l,nc. denoted that she had not under
stood him.
$50 they arc not Italians after all,
amd Navel. as he sprang lnto the
omnibus. II was sure that oliFc shlh'
and those deep melting eyes could "hiH
have caught their glow under the skies
of Italy.
well. it only shows how easy one Is
to bc mistaken. At all events, 1t was
fair dimplel little face, and nope htf
orizzle bearded old friend Will reap an
ample harvest of pennies.
And in searching for the abiding place
of his old friend, Mr.. Castlcton, the
l,rayel artist, hc completely forgot the
Ettl, incident of the evening.
..No. IA, Sea Court, he said to ilm-
.alf Yes, this must lie the place.
And vet" glancing up AT the m'ldewro
l,r.k Will. and in.iescribable shahhiness
,,o oil house. "who would nave
:xptcttd to find Warde Castlet"i' here?
..Warde Cn.tlcton, the descendant o
. lone line of ancestry Wardc Castie
ton. whom can remember MS the ipt'
ter OF Castle Hall.
bad management, extrnvaSant hvlng
,,oJ Investments is what they have
brought him to. Poor fellow one car
scarcely offer charity Ia him; and ve'
what is to he done?'
And groriAs his way INTO the haii
Nbar,, n sort Of Clmmerlan darkness
r,,cned. lie managed 10 inquire his wa,
t,.,he floor where Mr.. Castleton lived
The majestic old artist came forwar,
., r..,.iv, him. III n tattcrcd dressing
Gown Which had once been ruby velvet
,5n ,f the same material on his head
and a maul.tick i'll his hand.
..Ah. Maytll, my old FREUD. h
cried graSpinH llc iiaiiAi - '''S ''.'
n,,trl guest rather. the youns
trlcnl ii my old days You ale wei
come.
..Yon find me rather lndlHercptl,
sltnais.i; but we all know that genius IS
al times, under cloud
walk in-walk in. Here is Mrs Gas
;lrt,ll, aud Beatrix, my eldest daughter
But where is Niram?-llttie Mirlam
the b,Anty and the runaway OF the flock
Cali her, IrY. Tell her 70 sc. Us SONS
supper She Will be here directly
Mre. Cas,leton, a little old lady III
lace cap, who had lost the use Of he
limbs, sat knitting in wheeled chair
bv tire sadly insufficient fire.
Har.poor nose was blue, and the han.
which she held ont TO Clarence Navel
was cold al al icicle
Beatrix, a pale young woman .
twcuiy, drew an old screen before tn,
table, on which was a plate OF col,
meat and pitcher Of thin tea, AL,