The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1886-07-10
CHE nHlon lQritnne.
4 SPONTANEOUS Duo.

The voice lad a strange charm--e;fee-
bletl, broken, as if growing aged, it never
thelcss reached my fifth story in carcssing
motl,,lations and an exquisite sweetness
of Tone
did not see the singer: but imagined
him to he old and melancholy. He accom-
panied himself upon q guitar whose low
notes rendered still more sad the Lament
IF Mignon.
That matinal romance hoatetl into my
room together with Il merry beam Of sun
light. When ne had finished the first
couplet. the man paused: waited to hear
the inevitable recital OF his nisfortunes.
But he said nothing, and satisfied himself
with simply tuning his guitar: he was
certainly an extraordinary mendicant,
who sang really we'll. aud trusted himself.
without the least plea, to public gencr.
osity.
felt DESTROYS to see this original char
acter, and to satisfy myself whether M;
surInisc had been correct. and whc, her
the physiOgnOnly Of the man bore an, re-
lation to the physiOgno,ny of his Voice.
Between the Stats of the Venetian blinds
caught sight of him--tricked on, in n
frock-coat of pitiable green color, his
face all cvevase.l with wrinkles: distance
made him look even more thin and frnil
than he really was; lie could not have been
less than 10 years Of age; long white locks
fell, like SNOW. from beneath his hat upon
his bent shoulders: from above could see
his thin fingers twanging the strings of the
guitar. aud the tentlons oil his wrist seemed
like cords moving under til. yellnw skin.
He intnne,l the second colpivt IF the
romance: all the chatteriny and I'LL the
story of the building. In the llnltlitv ri
the morning air the voice rose mp. vibrant
as with the kceping-back ,f tear; and the
restrainst Of hc;rt-throbs; it tlu,.'ed up
from the black depth of the court, as II
thin curl Of iucensc ;lsceiitlS fr'' 4" al ar.
even to the vault Ut the church, i.,"n
such is the sound o. a sweet pl,iut. cont
ing from the interior 1T II distant >;tntls,-
AIRY.
Just opposite me the fastening Of Win
dow s<lueaked: and in the stone frame
work of the aperture. fastened 10y ~ clini,-
ing cOnvOlvulus. the face IF an old woman
appeared: behind my Venetian blind. with
out fear Of being seen, could watch this
singular creature, whom l had already
passed OH the stairway several times. Her
weary face was lighted up with Il smile.
with the flash Ut teeth still pretty. and the
sparkle of two gray eyes, still bright with
mischief. Her hair, white, curlel. vapory-
looking, stood out bushily about her fore
head; she looked like one of these allie
gOrical representations of Winter imagined
Dy the painters OF the eighteenth century,
in which the snow is made as pretty as an
April meadow. and in which the nortl,
wind blows with the tepitness Of spring.
She leaned out 'lreamily, listened to tn"
termination of the song, and dropped her
obolus To the singer.
The musician had deposited his guitar
In u corner of the yard: he bent down
thankfully under the rain of copperS; he
went on all fours,-showiny that his spine
was still supplementary plugging his
fingers into the gutter-Water, and stowins
away, in the pocket of his tatterel mantle,
the offerings of the poor.
Then, when he had picked up and opened
all the many-colored little paper packets.
which had fallen around him with Il me-
tallic chink-feeling pleased with his re.
ceipt, he rose up. lifted his face toward!
the upper windows, and bowed his thanks,
not all awkwarlly. My old lleighhor con.
tinued to gaze in the yard, with Il some
what indifferent air, when her eyes sud-
denly met those Of the musician. | saw
her hand clutch the bar on which she
leaned; she bent forward over the void, as
if she was about to throw herself tlown--;,
sudden flush made her face all pimk.-her
lips qu:verng, had opened. and seemed
about to utter word, when the guitar
sang again under the fingers OF the ,nu-
stefan.
To crafty the public in return for thei.
attention and generosity, the man was GO
ing to regale us with u second piece of his
repertory. The guitar muttere,l !. sombre
prelude, then the SINCE: intonc,l II song If
the tavern keeper Girot in the Pre-al,x-
Clercs:
THE meeting OF the noble company
Upon the charming spot
His voice. awhile hefor. 50 melancholy
: now detailed with merry emphasis nj! tht.
charms OF thar famous cnclus where life
was passed.
40 celebrate with wine and love-"
listened. ravisheti by the correct ness nt
his meth,nt-stupche'l at finding such
marvellous skill III the person 1T that
ragged and shabby nlcn,licant
On the other side Of the yard the old
WoItlt was also lis, enil,g:- hut saw tha,
great tears were streaming from her eyes
no Outburs. Of those miserable tears
which seem like The blood OF the soul. but
beneiicent dew vi weeping; and witt, her
crumpled white hair, and the happy emo
ton Of her face, She looked really c.,rrl-
ing. in spite Of her wrinkles.
When the yuitarist. compelled to sing
the duo all by himself. had come to the
part Of "Nicette:" And shall be the will
age belle'--s.uldenly the old woman,
stretched out her arms, and uttered the
phrase with all the force of her lungs.
For the moment | was seized with q
nervous laugh. "She is mad--she is
mad'-from all the lower windows startled
faces We're strained toward her; but the
old woman seemed neither to see nor t.
hear anything. Her face, illuminated by
emotion. shone in the green Swallowed re-