The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-03-12

yours ueY0Ueuiy.
"GUY TRAvERs.p
An hour later Mrs. Heathcote foun,
her daughter white and se~nseless, pros
trate on the floor, with this cruel mis-
sive at herfeet.
That night and for many other
Madge Heathcote tossed in q ragin,
feyer-brain fever the doctors pro
nounced it, and gave small hopes q
her recovery. Mrs. Heathcote, sittin,
by her daughters bedside, learn
ed from her delirious rawlings al
that her child suffered in silence. ST,
weeks did Madge Heathcote struggle
against death, and finally came out
victorious. But as she began the SLOW
approach to health her mother, worT
out with constant watching and
anxiety, gradually weakened, and in
three months from the day Guy
Travers had left them Madge was an
orphan alone in the world.
"And for all this" she said bitterly.
81 have to thank Guy Travers."
Then with the few dollars remaining
after all debts we're settled, and her
first love letter in her purse, she left
her native village forever. The vii
layers shook their heads and looked
grave whenever Madge Heathcote was
mentioned.
Weak and weary Madge Heathcote
s1rrlved IN New York, after a journey
ossfNteen hours. The next morning.
after q scanty breakfast; she started
to and her old music teacher. IN the
hops-thGt he would be ablestty aid her
in obtaining pupils; but her heart sank
when arriving at her destinations, she
was tod that Professor Schwartz had
been dead'foY more than a year.
What was she to do now? She vert
from plaee.to place, but witaiouG any
success whatever. She was a. stran-
ger, alone and friendless, and I'M all
that great, grand city there was, mo-
place for her.
~ will make cne more effort abe
said. 81 will GO to the great Sisnor
de LAMA and ask him to aid me, anJ
If ! can but retfrn to my poor lodg.
ing and make.a fresh start toenaer-
row"
Asking the first policeman to direct
her to the residence of the professor.
she started thither- Signor de Lama
listened attentivsly while she hinp
the sad history of her poverty and
utter friendlessness and her anxiety
10 earn an honest living.
When she had finished he requested
her to let him hear her play, and seat
ing herself at the piano, she played a,
brilliant fantasia, which he pros
nounced 'swell done"
"Well," she said, 4let me sing some.
thing for you; / w@nt to know if you
think | could carr nay living with my,
Then, after a few preliminary chords,
she sang, with great expression,
Home Sweet Home" The pro-
listened breathlessly. She
began the second ~verse-and as the
recollection of her dear old home and
her mother she had lost came back to-
her, she burst into tears, and her head
upon the keyb@ard. De LAMA
was deeply moved. He went over to
her, and placing his hand kindly on
the bowed head said earnestly:
'sSignorina, you are iriendless; let
me be your friend, come and make
your home with u.s.. / have a young
daughter who viii be delighted to have
q companion about her own age, and
.Signorina, listen-in FIVE years you
can make your fortune with that mag
nificent voice. You have one of the
voices Fl have over heard ins
America"
"You can make my fortune in FIVE
years." she repeated. "Are you sure2"
.As sure as that ron and / are in,
this room; that is OF course If you will
put yourself entirely under my man
agement," he answered.
A glad look crept into the weary
black eyes, slight color into the pale.
cheeks, as she repeated over and over.
again to herself:
"A fortune in fiveyearsi 1t is along
time, but | can afford to wait"
"You really must 90 to the opera
tonight, Guy; Idon't believeyou have
heard Viola de yet; allNew York
is raving over hsrs She is quite. tho
fashion,"
Guy Travers hadju returned from
three years tour on the continent.
He had forgotten all about that Little
episode in Virginia five years-ago. In
looks he had not altered ono .iota, but
was the same handsome, careless fell
low, and all his dear five huadred
friends were glad to welcome himhome
again.
"Who is she-this Viola de Lamar"
he asked in a careless tone. 81 do
not remember of healing Of her
abroad"
mo, she is a new star froszA Italy, /
believe. Her father or uncls1 / forget
which, Is her manager; and . deuced
old borehe is. too, / can tell you;
won't let a fellow look Ell her of the
stage. much less speak ia. her"