The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-11-28
THE MORNING NEWS: WEDNESDAY. NOVEMBER IS. 1885,

people talking and telling of things
that lie mighty deep in these human ma
lures of ours, and which cannot be found
out by superficial examination. 1t was
something of love. The melody went on,
ripplingly beautiful, now deeper, now lighter
in its 60, changing occasionally in time and
key, with a noticeable introduction here
and there of a harsh bar or two, the
memory of which, however, was swept out
of the mind by the grand dialogues and
duets which folio wed, full of rmony and
life. Those people were happy Fur her
on, family at first, were fragments of soft
marches, bits of melody resembling the
famous Mendelssohn and "Lohengrln" we'd
ding marches, familiar to every body, but
not exactly like them. Here was wedding
day. The characteristic quality Of the
piece had been developing slowly. Now
comes. in slow time, one of the softest, lost
moving lullabys the girl had ever heard.
The pathos of the player, she said, was
wonderful from the first moment sue
touched that lullaby. 1t thrilled her, but
she could not describe it. She fancied all
sorts of things; the rocking of a cradle, the
coolng of babe, love and tears and ankle
ty of the mother mixed, sighs, infant smiles,
and what not. The marcn swept on, its
distinguishing parts coming out carer and
clearer; crashes of discord, little quarrels
and markings up, pleadings in the minor key,
glorious bursts of sunshine and sudden
downpour of storm, ending in steady,
solemn march of separation-an impress
sive gloomy thing, that diel away like the
sound of the footsteps of two people retreat
ing sadly farther and farther from each
other never to come together again. 1t
seemed all done, when softly there arose out
of tie sadness that delicious lullaby, touch
ing, pathetic, fearful 1t went on little and
faded away in sweetness.
When it was finished, and the players
hands dropped from the keys, the two
women clasDed each other ike children
about the neck aud sobbed as if their hearts
would break
That's the story Of my life in one shape 81
said the older, land somehow that's why ]
play it SO often. loved my husband, G. d
knows, but could not elevate him above
the tastes | found to be low ! wasted a
cultivated man, and | was disappointed.
could have borne everything for my child.
sake, but the court gave Ter to him, and
am wretched. That Lullaby is my child's
voice. The judge said couldn't take care
OF 1t. I'm so poor, you see, and no is rich. y
The younger women is what is called .
member of society. She goes to los ot
parties ard balls, hears the men coinpli
ment her. and is courteous to all. She i.
noted Tor the fine quality of her mind
which she is carefully culJivating, and fol
her kindness of heart, which makes Itself
felt wherever she goes. She loves society
and its pleasures, but she says the happies
hours of her life are spent i'll that little
parlor where she and the divorced mother
whose naturally buoyant, cheerful DISPOSE
ton has been saddenei and subdued by a
great sorrow. sit, talk, play. and sing to
gether. The little mother teaches music
and does sewing for a living. She has moi
seen her child for months. She is a cult
waited women, aud 10 look at her and heal
her talk, and see her fine manners, YOU
would think she would adorn any house
Both women are fine musicians.