The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-12-04

IN the height of fashion and Of remark
able masculine beauty, who turned to-
ward the aud ence with an operate
gesture, and broke forth into the most
divine notes of n cultivated tenor voice
which took up Lioncllc's song with pas
sionate fervor.
The momentary establishment of the
crowd suggesting fire, and that this ac-
tive person was the one first to discover
it, was at once hushed into delighted
attention, the strangers voice being so
beautifully modulated, so winningly
sweet, so Young. so earnest Fred stood
rooted to the spot from the moment of
his first glimpse of the superior Lion
ellie, dashing toward him over the foot
lights. His heels were evidently screwed
to the floor, and the machinery of his
eyes refused to work. No one, how,
ever, remembered him.
The applause which followed the clos
ing ot the song merged Itself in Il buzz
of comment and then some n sprung
TO his feet and cried "Faradisi,'
The strangers mouth twitched with a
half-suppressed smile as he continued to
bow on all sides. He stepped still
further forward and said upon whiC.h
every other sound simmcrcd down to a
hush):
This is one of my favoritc songs, and
| am Faradlsi; so how could help sing
ing it9 You must forgive me. if you
cam He made as tito leave the stage,
but cries of his name recalled him.
1t vas no slight matter to have the
great singer, who was making such a
stir wherever he went, upon the impro-
yised stage Of the Elmhaven Town Hall.
The end of it all was that Faradisi stood
there singing for an hour. first n en-
chanting and famous song and then
another, and ut last "IIome Sweet
Home rang forth. during which he,
the singer, as well as the audience.
wept. and May Wingirld, who had long
before appeared at the back of the scene.
sat BY the shabby stag table, with her
face hidden on her arm, sobbing.
"liow wonderfully Ike that orphan
boy, Victor Chaplain, he ISL the vii
were saying, rs they rose from
seats. Faradisi had Il right to re-
Victor Chaplain. for he was one
and the same man. and Chaplain was
the youth who had left Elmhavcn with
Mays love about him, seven years be-
fore.
He disappeared as the hall gradually
cmptied of the chattering of
country grandcc5 and rustic folks. 1t
was Chaplain who, with a friend, had
taken rooms at the hotel for the night.
AMI had sat in the dning-room, reject
ING the unpalatable food set before him,
without being recognized by anyone. As
he passed into the hotel for the second
going to the o arm-in-arm
with his companion and laughing gent
ally with him, a little group of the
Iownsmen eyed him with deep interest.
II think she must have Known he
was saying. ''But it was too late to
speak, Clapham had come back. And
a great many people were thinking of
May Wingheld. Did she know that he
yould be at the hall? Her composure
rad been astonishing, and possibly she
rad been prepared by A letter. Time,
hat one resource for village gossips,
would reveal the tru stato OF the case,
But it wa hard to give up commenting
md turn over on ones pillow without
,ccurate and definite Information con
,crnIng this new subject for specula-
ion.
The first sunlight was blazing out the
,cxt morning at about eight O'Clock,
when n knock came to the Wingtield's
loor, glistening with its highly polished
ornaments, mill and u half out
tide the village. Nav was sitting at
breakfast with her mother and father,
md she felt rs if the knock had come
her own heart; but she sat still.
When the servant came in and said, ~
Gentleman wants to see Miss May, and
lis name is CIapham. they all looked
~. and there stood Victor on the sll
# the door, smiling.
He stepped in famiIiorly and shook
iands with each, AMI Mr.. Wingticid
.sked him TO sit down, but through
very show Of politcne,s Victor per-
eivcd the chill of bitter feelings toward
i'm from the parents OF the girl who
emaincd so quiet and down-looking;
nd in her he saw the saddcst and most
ar-rcacl,ing condemnation. for it was