Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-05-04

"There are no titles in America. nv
child; but the Crown Prince himself Is
not further from the world in which your
mamma lives than are these people. Your
mother was wise enough to know that ii
IS hard matter to bring up good. true
girl in the atmosphere in which She moves.
AND she wants her little girl to be a lady.
DO you understand me? She doesn't want
you TO be known as the daughter of Mon
TAM, because she knows that this fact
would work against your best interests.
l cannot explain myself more fully to
you; but some day, Liska, you will under
stand me-"
but princes and mobiles were proud to
do my mamma honor" the little creature
argued.
'God grant you may meyer win such
honOrs!' McRhea exclaimed, in an UNI
steady voice.
"YOur father was a noble, little Liska.
and you may feel satisfied thar you have
a perfect right to the society of the best
people of the world. You must not get it
into your wise little head that you are an
alien by birth Your mamma has sent
you away that you may get the good
training which BOhemans cannot give
you. Do you remember how you suffered
torture rather than betray Careyna? And
you were year younger then than you
are now
L - NAONs NAAt ans " EitAl, very Sdtl-
ly. "She would not let me tell what |
knew would have saved him. She said
they would suspect her too. | can keep
silence, Of course. But viii my mamma
sing in New York and shan't l see her?0
DO you love your pretty mamma, Lis
kay'
a storm Of sobs answered him.
'My poor child" he said, brokenly, 81
know you do, Liska," and his voice grew
l
loved your mamma too, and have suffer-
ed great deal because Of that love. 1t is
your turn to suffer now. We cannot
change things. little Liska. 1t must be
enough for us that she wishes it,
Il will do as you say, my uncle" she
answered, firmly II give you my prom
Use that they shall not know l am the
daughter of the singer, Montana"
The child's tones trembled piteously in
spite of the trmness of her voice. l
brushed the tears from my eyes as |
picked up the Herald and turned to the
door.
''Had you decided that | intended to
stayW l asked, joining the group once
more.
''Oh! no: you haven't been long" Mrs.
Hayward answered. eve have had so
much to say that we hardly missed you.
CandOr forces me to confess that Edo not
felt years ago"
Lois looked up questioningly, and the
old lady continued with a slight hesita-
ton in her speech, as if she hardly knew
how to express her thoughts:
II am afraid | shall not make myself
quite understood. What | want to say is.
l have seen so much of real pathOs and
sorrow that the representation of 1t rather
wearieS me. Now, you know, our best
Operas-the operas of the old classic
schoOl-are really only so many musical
tragedies. Norma and the 'HuguenOts'
and the prophet are good illustrations Of
my idea"
''What do you think of the light, mod
ern opera?" McRhea asked.
He had returned from the library, and
had drawn Up chair quite close to Mrs.
Hayward.
II haven't quite decided what to think
of it. You know WGSlive out of the world
UP here in the mountains. Hence Pve
had little opportunity to hear much of the
music Of that school. I enjoyed 'Olivette'
last winter, but Pm inclined to think it
was the novelty and pleasure of being
once more in irreprOachabIe toilette
amid the flowers and gaslight of an opera
house that pleased me, as it was the music
heard. In fact, PYe almost no distinct
memory Of the music"
''SOme of the 'PinafOre' music is really
fine, in spite Of the fact that it has been
done to DEATH" Charley Dudley said, in
a wonderfully timid voice for him.
"Fye been trained in the passionate.
tragical school," Mrs. Hayward continu
ed, turning her kindly face towards the
last speaker, ''and all such music seems
very trifing to me. However, you must
not betray me into uttering a decision in
open court. For, you know, after one
passes fifty she is more than apt to love
old things best"
"fhe idear' Lois murmured, taking one
Of the old but shapely hands between hers.
''As if you ever could be out of sympathy
with your surroundings"
'Ah, there's our little Liska," mean
While bestoWing grateful glance upon
her admiring young friend. "Come here
and let us see what kind OF a trinllet Your
old friend had for yOu;" with an en-
phasiS on the ''Old," and a twinkle in the
bright eyes which glanced upward into
McRhea's face.
''HOw very lOyely!" Ruth exclaimed, as
the chll5 held up a delicate gold chain,
from which there hung a Greek cross
thickly set with rubies.
81 am sorry Olin forgot to tell us of
your birthday" Lois said, drawing the
child towards her, and kissing the broad
forehead tenderly. thereafter l shall
see to it that the eighteenth Of August is
remembered.'
"G0d grant you may never bear
heavier crOss" Mrs. Hayward said, re-
turning the necklace.
At which l turned from the faces before
me. signing heavily, for | knew that the
young heart was aching already under
heavier cross, and l felt sure that all the
loving words which they layished upon
her We're powerless to remove from the
young spirit the gnawing bitterness which
bad been implanted there.