The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-10-14

properly worked out, these plans or wll-
helms might lead him to fame and for
tune.
"You will come to England with me,
Wilhelm ? have saved a little sum;
viii pay your expenses"
mo, friend, no; to England win
come, but everything will pay myself.
Two more months viii 1 work, and
then"
aYou viii Gomez" s;5zz;ssssz5z
sYes.n
@And be my guest for few weeks at
my little cottage home p
So the two parted.
Winter was still holding sway, and
snow lay deep all round Paris; but in
nine weeks time what change there
was With Paris, however, this short
and simple story has no longer anything
to do. The scene shifts to a tiny but
beautiful cottage in Surrey. 1t stands
on the slope of gently-rising hill, and
is almost buried in pine woods.
"Yes, Wilhelm" NJ. Albano was say
ing as the two sat together in little
tent on the lawn, "this cottage, these
gardens. the beautiful country around,
do not seem the same since Marie-since
my daughter left me. They are not the
same, for am older now. / can not
see with the. same eyes, hear with the
same ears; it seems as if the gloom of
the grave were already closing around
me-"
But Marie-your daughter-may re-
turn"
mo, that can not be; the pride that
caused her to go will prevent her return
ing. She will never come back"
wilhelm was silent.
"a few hasty words-and the words
were mine-a few peevish mutterings at
the fate that banished me from my ma
tive land, that had torn from my breast
the insignia of title and honor and COM
PEELED meme, a count, to drag out a
miserable existence in a foreign country,
! by aid of my violin. / did not mean to
imply that begrudged the labor that
| kept her as a lady, but fear led her
to believe so; and I would have laid
down my life next ninute to have been
able to retract, to unsay my cruel words;
but next minute Marie was gone. Gone
yes, gone with tears on her face and
mayhap broken heart, though proud
one. And since then have sought and
obtained engagements in almost every
capital in Europe. l have been till
now ever on the move, thinking, always
thinking, I would find my Marie; for
one brief note-the only one received
told me she was so far independent,
and that on her voice alone she would
now trust for livlihood. But 1 am
tired, hopeless, and weary"
And so indeed he looked.
A year passed away. The old man ap-
peared no more in any orchestra. Hope
itself had fled from his heart, and he
mourned for his daughter as for one
dead.
Wilhelm was frequent visitor at the
cottage, Aided in his ambition by the
ex-count, and possessed of the will to
work, the determination to triumph, and
that mental staying power which often
times leads to success without even the
aid of genius, the young man conquered
all difficulties, and was already on the
first steps of the ladder that leads to
fame.
His employment frequently led him to
Italy and to that Rome which of late
years appears to have taken new lease
u E4OAAO0o
An event now took place which is COM
mon enough in the life of most young
men: Wilhelm fell in love. But do
not blame him, for all Rome was capti-
waited by the sweet voice and modest and
charming manner of a young singer that
had lately been brought out by a great
master.
Night after night, wherever she sang,
Wilhelm was there, listening enthralled.
But he could obtain no introduction. She
was so near, and yet so far.
Going home late one night from duties
that had occupied him for nearly eight
and-forty hours, with little time for
sleep, he heard the startling shout of
fire. He followed the mob and the rat
thing ill-contrived engine down narrow
dark street that, from the showers of
sparks and the smoke and heat, seemed
on fire from end to end.
Wilhelm got close to the burning
building, and helped to work the engine.
But there was other and braver work for
him to tackle. For look the faces of
young people and children frantic with
fear appear at an upper window. Who
will climb through sparks and smoke up
that rickety ladder2 Who viii volun-
teer to save themf Wilhelm will He
springs toward it; up and down, and up
and down, and he has saved three. He
is scorched and burned, but seems to
bear charmed life. The last he saves,
to his surprise, if not joy, is the young
singer. While she is borne away in
safety, he faints and falls.
It is two days before he comes to his
senses at his hotel. 1t would be weeks
before he got round. What mattered it?
She came daily to see and inquire after
his welfare,
Ali it was the old, old story. But he
did not tell it then or there. He told the
young singer a story of different kind:
of a lovely little cottage among the pine
woods of Surrey, and of an old man who
was dying of sorrow because his daugh-
ter would never come again. And the
girl bent her head and sobbed, and these
tears told Wilhelm all.
There was Joy In that Surrey cottage
when Marie returned. With her came
sunshine; sunshine to bird, and flower
and tree, and sunshine to old Albano's
heart,
There is larger house now among the
pines near the little cottage. Wllhelm
is its wealthy c'Ener, Marie its mistress.
And long indeed they would think that
day that did not bring them visit from
father Albano.--Gordon Stables, NJ. D.,
r. N, In Cassell's Magazine.
The Highest Birth Rate.
The highest birth rate in the United
States is in the south, In Louisiana
there are 14S children born each year to
every 1000 women of child-bearing age,
158 in Georgia, and 1S7 in Texas. In
New England the rate is 50; in the west
ahn1t 122. CHICAGO Herald.
A man who digs underground has evi-
IDENTIFY a vaulting ambition, although he
does not look aIoft.-Boston Budget.
Color-blindness is said to have been
first reported In 1T77.