Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1883-08-30

Her gay companions nllsSou no kieail
of mirth from her dark eyes, o
ring Of musical laughter from he
smiling lips.
To the world, Barbara Dare was tn
same merry creature abe had eve
been but would-be suitOrs declares
that it seemed impossio ole to touch he
heart. -
The Venture, on which Carl Re,lmOr
had sailed, met with q disastrous fate
A few of her unfortunate crew were res
cued from the ice fields of that drear,
region, but among the list appeared An
the newspapers, Redmon's name W al
not found.
Barbar. was delightful singer
but after Carl Isedmon's departure
there was o song which she never sang
That was Jean Ingelow' s - " Wher
sparrows build and the leaves break
forth"
One night, tivs years after he
had sailed on that terrible voyage,
Barbara was called upon for thai
song.
She wasat NJ adam Carolla's in Par is
and there WAS brilliant gathering Of
lions and lionesses.
Once seated at the piano, the delight
ed company had begged for song attel
song, until the one was requested by al
saimirsr OF Jean lngelOw.
Barbara, Who had gracefully complied
with the eager demands, now begged
hastily to be excused, but In vain ; ani
at last, with paling lips, struck the
opening chords.
In quiet corner stood a tall, brown
checked, tawny. bearded man with
sternIy closed lips which bslied the sad
gray ewes. He watched tine singer in
silence with folded arms.
She finished the first verse bravely.
and began the second, growing whittier
and whittier with every word
!" Oh. my lost love, and my own, own love,
And my love that loved Inc 50
Is there never chink in the world above.
Where they listen for words from below
Nay, spoke once, and 1t gfie'ei thae
sore,
remember all that l said.
And nov thou wilt hear me no more, ne
more,
TIL tho sea gives up her dead e.
The tawny-bearded man who had
been gradually moving toward the
piano, now stood beside it. watch
ing the singer with his heart in his
eyes.
She looked up as her luivering
lips voiced those last words anl saw
him standing there.
The next moment the great room was
in confusion.
Barbara Dare, "la belle An n
caine," had famed dead away.
When she recovered her S,n,es, Sd
was IN Ma lame CaroIla vs. private bon.
tloir with that lady alon. nling over
her.
What made me faint ." cried
Barbara struggling into a sl'tins pos
ture.
The heat of the room perhaps, cara
mia said ma'iarn, with her 'iuihl
Italian accent, az she Snoothed tn
girls disheveled curls tenderIv."
"No, dear senor.," r-turnul Barh.r'
honestly it was bee Luse w.;Ie sing,
ing that soug, which nearly Gok'
nv heart with the memorie. 1t avak
ened, I saw at the piano, the face OF
an old friend who | believed dead
Will you brin. him to m, dear lMy ~
she . lded, simply, as she raised heI
lovely eyes appealingly 70 the face o'
her hostess.
Ills name. my child ~
"Carl kalmon."
Carl Redmon-that brave country.
man Of yours li'tle one, WHO is but us
returned from an adventurous researc h
in Atrica!'
81 did not know taltering /; bu'
the warm hearted Italian had already
disappeared, and in a few moments
Carl R.dmon entered the room AMI
came toward her gravely AMI ten1erly
with out,tretchel hands.
| Barbara never paused to doubt o,
wonder if some new love had not takcr
her place. She flew to him and clung
to the strong, steady hands, and crie'
gu, between her rapturous sObs:
"Oh, Carl, dear Carl, thought you
dead ali these wretched years, while
smiled, and sang, and jcsted over {
breaking heart. Why did you no
come back to me? We're you 50 very,
very angry, Carl"
Then n passionate storm OF tears
drowned further utterance as he folded
her close in his arms, and snoOthel thu
glossy curls just as he had been wont
TO do in the old ,lays.
Dear" he told her presently, "my
heart was very bitter when | went
away. thought had been mistaken
in you. was one of the rescued men
of the Venture, although, by some mis-
take, my name did not appear in the
list. Then heard that you were rs
wild and merry as ever, and thought
4 was right she does not care for me.
SO wandered about in strange Lands,
and finally came here Tonight, and lis
tened to your singing. | knew hat whel
you sang that song that | had fount
my own little wife again--that yon still
loved me, as do you. You will no
DENY me this time, Barbara 90
"No, Carl never again