The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1886-04-22

tbem to WIS epd.
With this thought cane strength Asai
| 10 the fAinting heart, and abe nnrollsd On
assorted the package of work. Az Oh
thrifty foldel the nsvspaper 10 put
away. the snnoupcemest Of the Harmon
Hall Chorus caught bes eye
Obi shs ihoushi. driving . vss
deep breath. how the child wonld lii
that ifshe could so--if I dared let he
90.
And after . moment ol sharp ssli.cxau
inatiou. she sddsd:
Have I the right TO kssp her 90 entire
ly 10 myself--so entirely alone and unpre
pared 10 face Life II ssy harm shcul,
come TO mes Am ! mot sslnsh and faith.
loss' Ought mol 10 trnat him with thia
too?
Presently with sigh q rslisf. she -,
Aected
II il likely The child hss not suili elem
training her father trained her till b,
died, since then she has had no training
and her method must be faulty and in.
compile.
As II in answer, down through ihs opel
skylight poured clear. high voice. sing
Jog, "Glory 10 God-Glory to God in th,
highest. " the very chorus open on the pi-
ano. II the mother could but have heard
that voice. She knew The child wss sing
ing by the upliftsd ears and sttentivs stti
tude Of the dog, and she ssd;
Cyclops. bring her dowh
The dog ran nimbly up The ladder lead
ing TO the roof-he knew he would find
his young mistress somewhere among the
clothes lines that crossed the roof hithel
and thither like The rigging Of ship. fol
the fat root Of tho long hook Vas the
clothes.y yard 81 the numerous families bid
den beneath its root. AL RF
Thither the child often betpok herself
TO muse and sing alone. There be found
her, nestled by one Of the lean chimneys.
singing:
"Glory TO God in the bighestl" M
What back again, Cyclops? for the dog
was tugging away at her dress; and quick.
ly rising she followed him down into the
room below.
The woman watched her u she came
aslip Of girl with slender throat. col
orless face, brilliant gray eyes. and straight
black lashes; not handsome face. GER
tainly. but face Of rare promise: "a
So slight, and almost seventeenl thought
the mother, to whom she now was, and
ever would be, simply the child. Her
heart smote her, remembering what 4 joy
less existence except for her music. the
child's life had hitherto been, and she ner-
vously handed her the paper, pointing to
the announcement.
The girls face kindled as she read. and
she looked at the date. remembering thAt
il was now November 9th. Surely. there
was still time, md facing her mother she
said. impetuously:
Mother; l can sing Jet me try!
The woman knew perfectly we'll what
the child had said, for she had taught her
eyes to read every motion Of those sensi-
tive lips, but the eagerness Of the girl
panied her, and the old Jealous dread Of
letting her go out into the world came
back, and she answered discouragingly:
Only trained singers ere admitted to
such chorus-you would fail.
Let me try.
There is only to.night-it is long way
TO Harmony Hall, and am very tired,
said her mother.
You need not go At all. / can find the
way-and Cyclops is better than . guard
Of soldiers.
And Ainging herself on the floor, she
threw her arms about her mothers knees
and cried psssionately:
Let me go, mother. I am so tired Of
this life, this interminabls sewing; il 10
killing You, and it makes me wish I had
never been born. There Il better work
for me and happier days for us both; IL
you will only let me try. Little, mother.
let me go tonight
The woman's eyes blurred with tears;
her one nesting was tired Of the stiffness,
and eager for flight.
II you should fail? she asked indistinct-
y.
shall not fail. And il / fsil tonight !
will try again TO morrow; here, there. ev-
erywhere, till l succeed At length. Moth
er. you don't know how / feel about i'll
A voice within me says: Sing. sing! and
sing ] must, and she hid her face in
her mothers lap, and broke into : passion
Of tears.
II it had come to that, il the child va
indeed called, she mnst 90. and the moth
Or would not say nay. The hands she laid
On the shild trembIed, but her voice va
steady, when at length she said:
II Is already Eve o'clock; you can make
} hre. for We must have supper before We
30.
She helped the girl put on her one pro-
dress, plain black. with bands Of
white about the neck and sleeves. brushed
the dark hair back from the eolorless face,
and tied IL with black ribbon, rejoicing
10 her heart that the girl would be consid-
sred plain in every eye but bsf own. She
put on her own and pre- Jared 10 go out,
but her knees trembls. and dssthly faint
nsss crept over her.
Sit down little mother you ass To- tired !;
Cyclops will brig me satisfy bsek.
There Was no other vay. she must let
tbe child make hsr 6ssl venture alone.
and when the door closed upon her the
mother dropped on her kness misey~s
woBis