The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-01-28


had an intrepid lover with a pair of long
moustaches, who at last liberated her, deal,
ing forth HIS heroic vengeance on the heads
Of the bold assassins
He was accompanied, of course, by his
syer faithful, ever invincible Pierrot, whose
sword, riyakng Excalibur, was so potent as
to run dozen of his foes through the body
at once.
The maiden thus rescued, there was great
rejoicing ending with the grandest nuptials,
Shereat my whole nature was stirred.
cHAprs. III.
Have you ever seen ballet of Neapolitan
puppets All is splendor and fascination;
elegant costumes, ravishing scenes, tri-
umphal marches, dances and music. You
are intoxicated with delight.
The ballet began. The first figure to APP
pear was a fairy queen, an enchanting being
whose magic wand, that transformed roses
into cupids, caused me to yibrnte with emo.
tion
Then entered upon the scene two Spanish
princes, followed by brilliant suite
Then we saw the raging sea, and on its
bosom a vast ship, which after losing its
masts and sails, was swallowed by the re-
morseless treaeherous canvas element.
But, behold in an instant the scene is
transformed into delicious garden re-
splendent with sunshine and flowers. Then
came the ballet Four male and four female
dancers entered, making profound courtesy
| ta IL H. Al.
fairies, seated on golden throne Then
began the dance.
At the termination of brisk quadrille
the first male and female dancer suddenly
leaped high in the air and landed in the
centre of the stage.
A hurricane of applause greeted this
terpsichorean triumph.
In sheer bewilderment closed my eyes.
When opened them the premiere dan.
teuso was directly before me finishing pi.
rouette.
| gave her one glance, she returned it and
it burned into my very soul. I was trans.
fixed. had never before in my short life
seen anything SO enhancing.
Terpsichore incarnate-a sylph-a fay
She wore u flame colored bodice; ringlets
of gold fell over neck of marble, and her
eyes were as blue as the waters of our beau
tiful bay The more gazed the more was
/ fascinated.
She executed pas seul, causing more
devastation than the earthquake at Ischia
Every step, every pose was a fresh arrow
plunged into my heart
She danced like sylph, she flew, she
was overwhelmed with applause, As she
bowed TO acknowledge it her eyes fell on
mine that spell-bound followed her every
movement.
Oh, had but jewel or flower to lay
at her feet 1 had only a caramel l threw
her that, with kiss. She did not acknowl-
edge it. Her modesty restrained her
However, before she retired she gave me
one more look.
! loved her-!-.--.-!
She was mine! I hers, for ever Yes.
for ever!
knew no more, for | fell senselesi
weight in my aunt's arms who, good soul.
thinking l had fallen asleep, carried me
home.
This is the simple story of my first love.
At the age of nine one loves either not at NIL
or for oil time and loved madly!
As soon as we arrived home, on putting
me to bed, my parents discovered that ]
was suffering from raging fever.
/" 1t is the evenings excitement" whis-
pered nv susceptible aunt
i" 1t is indigestion" said my worthy but
prosaic mother.
"Too much mince-pie," suggested the
servant.
l feigned sleep that they might leave me
to my musings. Alone 1 thought of my
dancer and did not close my eyes all night.
Two evenings after we repeated our visit
to the theatre and saw her once again.
She was more beautiful and seductive
than ever.
But my aunt returned to Posilipo and we
ceased to visit the theatre.
But do you think forgot my first love?
On the contrary, her image was engrayen
IN my heart
| loved with all my soul
Could but have written and received O
line in reply
I thought of addressing myself to the
manager, her master-her father perhaps.
He would have removed my doubts and
alleyiated my torments, would have given
mo the only pleasure wished in this world
an introduction. But suppose he was q
tyrant? Usually all fathers of the girls we
love are tyrants.
My heart failed me at the dread ordeal
and for many months devourcd my doubts
In secret.
CHAPTER ~.
year passed. One fine day my aunt,
who had come to pay her periodical visit,
proposed that we should all 60 to the fan
toccni. Oh, fatal night! saw her once
again.
She was dressed in blue and spanges.
Fer smile was ns fascinating as ever, her
grace even more enhancing. Ecstatically
gazing at her felt myself waited into the
realms Of ineffable bliss. When suddenly
oh, ye gods, shudder at the recollection,
a cold, icy breath freezes my blood-in one
of her sublime leaps, crack She broke in
half and her left leg few into the gallery
and hit me on the nosel
1 shrieked and tainted. -Petrarch lost his
Laura, and lost my dancer, on Christmas
Eve. Fatal destiny! lowered between
life and death for many weeks. Since then
I have seen other danseuses who are not
made of wood, hut am unable to oblterate
the recollection of my first love.
And SO, dear friends, ask your sympa-
thy. This will explain why have never
married Excuse these tearsl
And with the method of an accomplished
comedian the Improvisatore applied his
handkerchief to his eye and seemed tc
weep. The story over, ], made note of ii
and now present it to you, dear reader, as
nearly as it lives in my memory.