The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-02-17

: will bring thee fame! Tricks, not music
seost thoup Only, not on my Cremona
hugging tho old instrument in his vast
y ed arms; that would be PROCLAMATION;
10 his voice deep and impressive us rol
% of thunder on the last word.
g Marguerite would assent TO all he said
" her mind entirely blank as to the brill.
70 liant career he seemed confidently to ar.
}. range for her, her thoughts wandering
o away, to the quiet, happy home life, the
loving words OF young mechanic had
pictured to her as their blessed future.
AT last change came into the girls
Q uneventful life!
q A great pianist, in his rambles about
D the city, CHANGED to hear the girl-artist
rs she practiced, and, prestol the road
70 the stage which had hitherto seemed
barred against her progress now open
, "a clear of all obstacles, alluring, en-
chanting.
Flattered, coaxed, petted by the per-
sons whose very name had hitherto filled
her with awe, urged on by poverty and
by the thought that she might win back
the fame that had once cast halo
around her father, it was nothing to be
wondered at that her innate vanity and
slumbering ambition awoke to life-that
she forgot her lover and his happy plan
ming, that she consented to be taken I'M
der her discoveries patronage.
81 must" she urged, in reply to all
young Earlston's arguments. Don't
you understand, Fred? Vaterchen is an
old man, he needs rest and comforts.
He cannot live with me much longer;
what else can do to care for him, to
keep myself when he is gomez and she
looked up into the frowning young face
above her, her blue eyes filled with
tears.
rely on me, Marguerite. Trust to
me, F" the man answered firmly. "Do
| you think that | would ever let YOU suf-
fer, dear? Come TO me now, YOU and
your father"
The girl moved away from him, her
face almost sullen at this overthrowing
OF her own good reason, with which she
sought to blind her own conscience and
the eyes OF others, for wishing to leave
her old monotonous life. She walked
slowly over to the window and looked |
out to where the lovely old ems were
being despoiled of their fresh Spring
foliage by an innumerable host of small, |
black worms with which "all green
things" were that year infested; glanced |
from them in their writing wearing
hideousneSs, up TO where q swarm of |
gayly colored moths, newly released
from the groveling life and brief prison,
were fitting and iuttering in the sun
shine, then turned back to the humble
room with its one waiting occupant
again.
Fritz" she said, going to him and
laying hand on each of his shoulders,
~ will tell you the truth. am tired.
desperately tired, OF this stupid life. [
will die if remain in this awful stagna-
ton longer" pasSonately. II have
been crawling and held in check long
enough" with a backward glance out
at the marauders. Now, |, too want
to try my wings, to iutter about in the
sunshine for time 1t is cruel, cruel
TO keep me herer'
'Liebchen," he answered, calling her
by her old pet name, though a kind of
despair shone from his "Liebcben.
cannot keep you against your will; |
cannot even ask you to stay now" and
he took the slender hands from his
shoulders and held them close in his
own strong palms for moment, land
SO good-by to you-and happiness
'But will come back, she urged,
hurriedly frightened now at her own
work: 81 will come back to you, some
time
Yes" be answered with bitter
smile, as the moth returns to its own
ways"
And then he left her, feeling that the
Light had gone from his life, while she
after one day Of fierce anguish. had
again been soothed and stimulated by
her new friends to forgetiulness of all
else but the thought OF her new career.
All during the Spring and Summer
she practlced more earnestly, more as
slduously than ever before; strong res
olution lending her physical strength,
boundless ambition guiding her fingers
through the intricacies Of scale and ar
peggio.
~ NiS N"lig al CdlUt lNS tNcnLIul |
night. The spacious opera house with
Us rows upon rows Of upturned faces
The faces Of those upon whose smile or
lrown hung the success or failure of her
the idle lack-lustre faces of
seekers, and, above and be-
yond them, the dear, familiar faces of
her girlhood DAYS.
As she stood looking down upon them
al, for one moment she hesitated, a
1ull aching fear paralyzing every nerve
and muscle; then the opening notes of
he accompaniment fell upon her ear
and, clasping the precious old Cremona
n her fair arms, she stood awaiting the
signal for her playing to begin, lost to
III save the loye OF her art.
And how she Played
Surprising her patrons widest hope!
Iarrying her whole audience as one
oul spellbound into the regions of di-
'inest sound. All her fathers old skill
heightened and refined by her own wo-
manly intuition and talented grace.
One, and only one Of all the vast as
emily felt his heart sink, as he saw the
attention and heard the thumb
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