The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1883-03-14
"a CLARION.
FAIRY GODMOTHER.

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-sbaWl partly covering her, lay
I.s5ge before the bay window
- almost the entire front of
eottaee. Her large black eyes
;-btness somewhat dimmed by
!. sickness, dwelt with dreamy
an the landscape spread before
..ysry commonplace landscape,
ran be seen in any country
any summer day-only a broad
Ne with daisies, among which
hree brown COWS patiently sought
- blades Of grass, with one tall
y standing midway. solitary and
N 4 background Of dense tan
asbwood. To careless eyes, scarce
careless glance; but to hers, so
4 out from sight of earth and
enc most beautiful. The slen-
IA wrinkled hands folded upon
stvere yet too weak to hold even
"a beloved books, and the small
lacked sufficient strength to
the frail body. But, thank
the cruel pain had gone,
Is stead had come q blissful
Trough the tickle months Of
taking no heed whether they
\ wept, she had never raised her
ead from the pillow.
he sno F-drops and crocuses and
ma hyacinths and tulips had
md budded and bloomed in her
rden, and she, wko had hoped to
hem grow from the first green
the perfect blossom, had only
4 few VIOLA had plucked and
to her bedside, where, seen
d cloud Of suffering, a shadow
En- upon their beauty.
low It was the heart Of June and
!, gay in every shade of pink,
about the window, looked in,
eated her to come out. But no /;
dnot hope to walk among the
until the roses had faded and
had begun to reign. And per-
en-. this, hope would not have
I had it not been for the love
and cheering words Of Viola,
It daughter Of the big farm
Kate, the strong, rough Irish
maid, was kind and faithful in
but hers was money service,
to it alone, she might have died !;
d served for love (she had loved
y old madame since first they
Id love bringss faith and hope
ence and many other beautiful
eeks, the young girl came morn,
eve, to stay an hour each time,
visits we're the only CLEAN Of
IS that lighted that darkened
Ind many the wee loaf of whit
and golden pat of butter, and
rich, sweet milk, and fresh-laid,
ed egg, she brought to tempt
uid appetite; and many the
sang, soft and low, to WOO
lick woman the angel Of sleep,
ct not only were they neither
kin, but she knew naught Of
Dupont save that she had
four-room cottage the pre-
pring, and had lived there
q last July in the humblesi
was a large family at the farm
ID much work to be done hard
work, the very thought o.
Often made the young girl
b the gray morning from pleas
ns, clasp her hands and cry out
70 be my life forever" Ano
It been for the glimpse Of beau
ught about her homc-the far
cleaning in the sunlight o.
1t, the orchard trees white with
in spring, and laden with frui'
or and autumn, the shady woods
puntless shy wild flowers hiC
glare of the world, the songs 0,
n birds, and the grand sunsets
he distant hills she would have
rt-weary indeed. For she loved
hg beautiful. And especially
oye music with all the tender
4 d creator, as madame discov
day-the day they first say
4 Br; in fact, when Viola, coming
.rrand to the cottage, stopped
on the threshold Of the door t,
the plaintiye melody in a mino
ply but beautifully played Of
ashioned upright piano.
love musicf" said madame
lowly and confronting her.
all my heart" answered tn
vivid blush that was ever read
!, flushing her sweet youn
20 playT'
!le-a very little; but ! hav
U z. lano for three years-since m
Y her died."
EEL hear YOU"
madame, ! dare not try nftC
!. eold lady rose and gently le
instrument. There were tw
Keys entirely dumb, and th
not in perfect tune, but IL
music 50 guided the long slel
~ eTs that they reproduced Il
elody madame had played |
enwrapped in bird-lfke thrill
ping runs, that she, in turl
M RANGED.
y me, indesdp' she said as Il
Y. "A x the last chord. ~ had
!. you--it is part Of you An
" " no piano? ali, that is sa
ss 1ye you mine. it should
y. out i belonged to my dear hu
v died twenty years ago, and
Ma pear to part with it. He W
nan, and d professor Of musl
anlerican girl, and one Of his b