The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1886-04-27
SINGERS ROMANCE.

n 1ull, ITCH, powerful voice, CruQc as
yet, and untutored, yet with the unmis-
taxable attributes of genius, a voice
which promised a glowing future.
"Sing it again, Nora-that's splendid, -
and the singer commenced again.
Full, swelling, passionate, until the
voice died away in n trembling, weird
like moan.
ScENE.-A large, scattered workshop
In the heart of the bustling, busy city.
Timc-Noon. Cast Of Charactcrs-Some
twenty or more tired shop-girls, seated
around the stove, eating their plain,
coarse dinner. Not Il very romantic
affair, and yet from that shop was to
come one who should weave a romance
which I know to be true.
eff I had Il voice like yours, Nora, I'd
make it tell" cried Maggie Hunter, a
good-naturcd girl, who sat by the fire,
contcntcdly munching an apple.
eff I had your voice, Nora Ncale, I'll
tell you what I'd do. I'd never rest con-
tented in this old shop, but I'd make it
S"hn - H'lhS Aof Hhc. VOu ulunC give
you beauty, Nora, but He did give you a
splendid voice, and it's your own fault if
you don't make the most of it,"
ooh, do you really think it is good
enough for that, Maggie2" and Nora
turned her flushed face to the speaker.
eff I thought I should ever be a fine
singer, I would work day and night for
II would be willing to wear a calico
dress all the days of my life, only to have
success at last"
"No need Of your wearing calico all
your life. Your voice will earn you silks,
If you only have sense enough to make
it," returned her companion.
All through the long afternoon strange
fancies ran through the head of Nora
Nealc.
The sharp click of the scwing-machine
kept time to the busy thoughts whirling
through her brain, and as she walked
home in the dull, November twilight, a
firm resolution filled her soul.
WANTED.A Young GIRL TO WAIT
o'h to'hSS kilo AOu6chCcDLI,
Apply at No. 46 Beacon street.
Nora laid the paper down. Outside
the chill, drizzling, November rain fell
drearily, making sad, dcsolate music;
but inside Morals heart was full of SUM-
shine.
She knew the house we'll. Every
morning, for over a year, she had passed
it on her way to the shop, often stopping
to hear the sweet melody filling the air.
How many times she had wished as she
read the name of the great musician, that
she could go to him and cultivate the
voice God had given her.
And now, not only to enter his house
but to live there! What matter if she
was only the girl to wait on the door!
Would she not constantly hear the glori-
Gus melody floating out on the AIR, and
could she not CLEAN some knowledge
from what she could overheard
"No harm trying" said Nora, as she
folded the paper carefully and went to
her room.
eyes, I think you will suit. The fact
is" and the old housckceper grew conf
DENTAL, 81 amt SO young and spry as 1
used to be. I find that running I'D stairs
and down stairs, is almost too much for
me, and when I spoke about it to Master
Carl, he told me to get some nice, young
person to wait on the door, and run er-
rands for me. Yes, dear, you look smart
and trim, Think you will do" And
Nora left the talkative h~ousckecper with
a joyful heart.
A week later and Nora Ncalc was an
inmate of Carl Matzell's beautiful lone.
The old housekcepcr was in her room,
taking her customary after loon nap.
Nora had finished her work, and taking
some towels the housekeeper had given
her to hem, she brought them into the
sitting-room, and sat down at the win.
dow to sew.
From the rext room the voice of ono
of Master Carl's pups practicing a diff
cult trill, cs-ne distinctly to her ear:
"Oh! if I could only hear what he tells
her, then / might practice it tonight,
after he goes out, " murmured Nora, and
Nora drew the cricket softly to the door,