Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1884-05-22
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THE ELOPEMENT.

| When Irene C8riiller went TO sleep
that night it was TO dream of the
angels. The soul stirring melody she
| had heard haunted her soul, and she
would frequently awake TO find her
self in tears. Her poor father, the
| banker, was obliged TO sleep on the
bare floor in the nextroom, for lrene's
was the only couch in the house that
hadn't been taken into the back yard
for an airing. The wretched man
groaned as he turned over on the
hard boards, but the imaginative
Irene SET these groans 20 music, and
she smiled sweetly.
even pa has his uses, soliloquiz-
ed the lonely girl. Gle makes music
for me while | slumber"
But Irene couldn't slumbsr. Her
sleep was broken by delightful dreams,
and she finally got up, dressed herself
as nicely as if she were going to a
soiree, and FASTENED 10 the roof
at is strange" she said, "but can
not resist the fascination which this
place has for mo. / will SIT here in
the moonlight, and perhaps the
angels will make some more music for
me.
Irene had Just made herself com
Portable when the music was resumed.
1t seemed to be near her, but when
she looked about there was nobody in
sight The air which this time on
tranced her soul was Meet Me by
Moonlight Alone How sweetly it
was waited to her ear words cann9t
tell.
"Ah, " she sighed, III the one who
made that music were mortal, how
gladly would ! meet him by moon
light alone
The chimney against which she
leaned became suddenly agitated /;
there was sound as of the tearing
up of shingles, and amid shower OF
loose bricks and old boOtjacks Signor
Antonio Nickelinna dashed from his
concealmeHt and Frustrated himself
before the lovely Irene.
Goodness, graciousf exclaimed
the frightened beauty, "who are your
~ am 20 g-r and arIeest-a of re
llute-a, replied the handsome foreign
err. 81 leef in re casa (hOuse, neXta
door, an ven | hear you play ze plan
/ loOse.a my cor.
"What did you Loser" asked the en-
gaging Irene, AS she shaded the blush
es on her beautiful face with a reef of
her chestnut hair.
al MIC cor replied the signor,
clasping his left breast con vulsive-
ly.
II never heard OF such a thing, re-
piled the artless girl.
The signor grew desperate, and he
seemed about to tear at his hair, when
suddenly his face WAS lighted by a
seraphic smile.
"Ah, ~ he said II have-a re word at
last l lose-a my hearta."
"Oh, sir, " exclaimed Irene, rising,
this is too much. | had no idea thar
my pianoplaymg was so exciting
II loaf you, cried the sIgnor, as he
rose to his feet and stuck what looked
like a long black walking-cane in his
coat pocket
"What is that3' asked Irene.
"Zat is my fute-a,N replied the sig
nor. 81 make a 70 mOoSic in 20 orches
for re OPP.
Irenes eyes swan with pleasure.
For the first time in her life she stood
face To f1ce with a real live Italian
flute player She would have faint
ed, in which event she would have
fallen from the roof, bat the strong
arms of the signor were around her.
And are you the author of that
delightful, that heavenly music'' she
asked, as soon as she had recovered
her uoise
Isl, signora replied the hand
some musician, but | cood-a nevair
make soocb moosIc eef | don't have
been in re presence oof sooch a beau
tifu' leddv.'
"Oh, Slrl' was all Irene could say.
The Italian then whispered in the
ear Of the helress the eloquence Of his
passion. He loved her, not for her
\ money, but because she was beautiful
/ and loved music. Music was his
/ goddess He urged her to lily with
HIM ut once. become his wife aud
seek repoSe and endless Joy IN his
own beautiful castle in the Bay of
! Naples. Irene didn't stop To think
that there were no beautiful. castles i'm
tNN tfN va ANaPtCH, huN SAA' hdu utsAtN
enough to convince her that she had
met the man whom she could fully
love.
With fond good by the lovers
descended through their respective
trap-doors TO the street. 4 butterfly
coach was passing at the time, and
entering il they were driven TO the
residence of a Justice OF the Peace
aud hastily united in the bouds Of
matrimonv.
Tie next day Irene sent district
messenger boy TO her mothers house,
explaining her action and requesting
the old lady 70 send her piano aud