Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-06-09
Jonas, at the best Of

from her trouble. Jonas, at the best Of
amusement of this sort, but Pomona agreed
% go. We had no idea of dressing for the
boxes, and we took good front seats in the
upper circle where we could see the whole
interior OF the splendid house. AS soon as
the performance commenced the old dra-
eyes spaIrkled as they had not done for
many a day, and she really looked like her
own bright self. The opera was Gle
froPhete," and as none of US had ever seen
anything produced on so magnificent a
scare, we were greatly interested, especial
y =, IN the act which opens with that wonder
Iul winter scene in the forest, with hum
dreos OF people scattered about under the
great trees, with horses and sleighs and the
frozen river in the background where the
skaters came gliding on. The grouping
was picturesque and artistic; the scale Of
concourse Of people on the stage; the dances
were beautiful; the merry skaters grace
ful; the music wasinspiring.
suddenly, above the voices of the chorus,
apove the drums and bass strings of the or
;chestra, above the highest notes of the So
came two notes distinct and plain, and the
words to which they were set, were:
"Ma-maN
Like a shot Pomona was on her feet.
With arms outspread and her whole figure
dllating until she seemed twice as large as
usual, thought she was about to spring
over the balcony into the house below. /
clutched her, and Euphemia and I, both
upon our feet, followed her gaze and saw
upon the stage a little girl in gay array,
and upturned face. It was the lost Corinne.
Without a word, Pomona made a sudden
turn, sprang up the steps behind her, and
out upon the lobby, Euphemia and 1 close
behind her. Around and down the steps
we swbpt from lobby to lobby, amazing the
cloak-keepers and attendants, but stopping
for nothing; down the grand staircase like
an avalanche, almost into the arms of the
from their soldier-like propriety, sprang,
muskets in hand, toward us. It was only
then that l was able to speak to Pomona,
and breathlessly ask her where she was
going.
'To the stage door" she cried, making a
motion to hurl to the ground the soldier be-
fore her. But there was no need to go to
any stage door, In a moment there rushed
along the corridor a lady dressed appar-
emily in all the colors'o of the rainbow, and
bearing in her arms a child. There was a
quick swoop, and in another moment
garments, the lady cried in excellent Eng
fish, but with some foreign tinge:
"Where is my child you stole?"
"Stole your grandmonther!w briefly
calculated Pomona. And then, in grand
forgetfulness of everything but her great
and, standing like a statue of motherly
content, she seemed, in our eyes, to rise to
the regions of the caryatides and the cell
ing frescoes. Not another word she>spoke,
and amid the confusion of questions and
EXPLANATIONS, and the wild demands of the
lady, Euphemia and I contrived to make
her understand the true state of the case,
and that her child was probably at our
lodgings. Then there were great exclama-
tions and quick commands; and, directly,
four of us were in a carriage whirling to
our hotel. All the way, Pomona sat silent
with her child clasped tightly, while Eu-
phemia and kept up an earnest but u n
satisfactory conversation with the lady;
for, as to this strange affair, we could tell
each other but little. We learned from the
lady, who was an assistant soprano at the
Grand Opera, how Corinne came to her in
Paris, and how she had always kept her
with her, even dressing her up, and taking
her on the stage in that great act where as
many men, women and children as posi-
BILE were brought upon the scene. When she
heard the cry of Corinne she knew the
child had seen it's mother, and then whether
the opera went on or not, it mattered not tt
her.
When the carriage stopped, the three
women sprang out at once, and how they
all got through the door, I can not tell
There was such a tremendous ring at ths
gate'of the court that the old concierge, WIN
opened.it by pulling a wire in'his little der
somewhere in the rear, must have beer
dreadfully startled in his sleep. We rushed
through'the court and up the stairs past
our apartments to Pomona's room; anG
there in the open doorway stood Jonas, his
coat of, his sandy hair in wild c%onfuson
his face radiant, and in his hands Little
Kensington in her night-gown.
~ knew by the row on the stairs you'e
brought her home," he exclaimed, as LITTLE
Kensington was snatched from him and Co
rhine was put into his arms.
We left Jonas n Pomona to their wilt
happy lady to the opera-house, where
took occasion to reclaim the wraps which
we had left behind in our sudden flight.
When the police of Paris were told tt
give up the search for an ~absconding nurse
accompanied bya child, and. and to lool
found her. From this woman was obtained
much ofthe story Ihave told, and a good dea
more was drawn out, little by little, from
Corinne, who, took especial pleasure in tel
ling, in brief sentences, how she had oustec
the lazy baby from the carriage, and how
"What Pm proud off," said Pomona, "i
that she did it all herself. 1t wasn't lone O
your commons tealin's IN indin's an it ain
everywhere you'll. see u child that kin gitit
selflost back o fPrince Albert's monnymen
an git itself found at the operef in Paris
AM attend to both ends Of the case itself
AM after all, them two high notes of herr
was more good than Perkins, Indelibl,
Dab."-Frank Re- Stockton, in Centur!
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