Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1888-06-11

splendid with the wealth and taste OF
the Renaissance.
AS they turned into the narrow
street where they lived, the door Of
cottage opened, and a fair-faced
Italian woman came out. "Ah, Gi-
acinta mia, / was becoming anxious
but thou art safe, and | am glad.
Supper is waiting" And the dark
eyed mother bent and kissed the up
turned face of her golden-haired
child.
Goodnight, Nicolo." said the
prattler.
Goodnight, little sister" replied
the boy, who went on 10 his home, a
few rods beyond, where he encoun-
tered the frowning face Of stern,
severe father.
$50 you have been lettering
again !" was the harsh greeting with
which he was received. "When will
you cease to be a bungler, IL you do
not study more? To your room, sir !"
One year after this there was
night when all Genoa was crazy with
excitement over the wonderful violin
playing of a boy OF eleven years.
The whole population OF the city had
gathered in the great museum and
high and low, rich and poor, alike
had yielded to the sorcery Of his mu-
sic. lie had been absent a year 40
Padau, studying his loved art; but
they all remembered him, and as he
ceased, and the great ones crowded
up to thank and reward him, the peo-
pie of his own neighborhood gathered
around him, kissing his hands, his
hair, his clothes, and his feet, and
shouted and laughed and cried, and
lifted him up on their shoulders.
"Look at him look at him our
own little Nicolo, and yet as great as
this Oh, the beautiful music Did
the angels teach it to you, dear-the
angels you used to see Z"
He knew that he had won a great
triumph, and a flush was on his brow
and a glitter in his dark eyes; but
he had but one thought amid all their
praise, and that was SIS she herey
Did Giacinta hear my musicy'
When he asked for his friend, the
people shook their heads sadly, and
turned away. One old man, in pit .
eous tone, told him that the girl was
dead, that she had died that very
day.
Nicolo waited to hear no more.
He flew rather than ran TO the old
stone, fower-wreathed house, where
lis early playmate lay shrouded in
ler burial garments. Candles were
burning ALL around the room. The
,hild lay upon a bier adorned with
lowers, buried in flowers. She look
d angelically lovely, and seemed TO
mile as if asleep. A monk kneeled
beside the coffin, repeating Ave Ma
las in a low, solemn tone.
The boy could not restrain his sobs.
lie flung himself at the foot of the
ofiln, and gave way 70 a food Of
ears.
After a while, he arose and looked
{ the fair, cold face and then he
ent and kissed the chill lips.
FAREWELL" he said, "dear, tender
cart ! shall go away far from here,
ut thy pure spirit shall ever hover
yer me. will not forget thee"
And he went home Go his own
pom, from the window Of which he q
Duld watch the light in the death
hamber. AS he sat there, his head :
,ing on the window-sill, gazing with q
,ar-filled eyes at the brilliant, un- v
hanging light, he thought Of her
st words to him. II could not :
lay to her dying" he said, "but n
i'll play to her dead" I
He took his violin, tuned il, and y
sgan to play. Never did the strings z
ng with more mysterious power.
he sweet notes, trembling with sor- !
w, seemed to whisper Of another n
Orld. The praying monk heard it :
his prisons, dropped his folded
inds, and passed into a strange, en-
anting dream. al
The boy played on; and, as he &C
aged, there was a rustling among tr
e leaves at the window. Soon af- Ia
:, Nicolo felt a soft, peculiar touch fo
on his hand. He started, and Sill /;
r Hair crept over it TO her old place p,
on the violin. m
"My dumb darling !" he thought pc
'ou have not forgotten me, and you
: the only friend left. My music
Eases you! am glad" -
So he played on and ON, till, at 5
It, string snapped in twain. 1t -
s as though il had been his heart -.
It broke. The music ceased. =
In the morning, the sun arose and "
,ne into the little room, where a
f-fainting boy lay upon the floor,
violin clasped to his breast and thi
On the broken string was the spider ye
I mother,-dead. Al
Did the prediction of little Giacin- thi
come TO pass? The name Of the ito
nderful child violinist was Nicolo wa
ganini. Have you ever heard Of
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