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

and she loves my music. But she is
going home now, and will not annoy
you"
The spider, as if conscious Of the
girls dislike, crept to it's nest among
the vine leaves.
"They are Witches" said Giacinta,
struggling her little bare shoulders.
"Silver Hair will steal your soul, and
then you will never be great musi-
clan. But come E! Come out in the
sunshine. 1t is so dark in here -
Nicolo got up. He was very pale.
His great brown eyes swan in a mist
of tears.
"You were good to come to me, -
he said. "And so you plucked all
those flowers for me? Well, / will
tell you story when we get out by
the sea-"
He kissed her pouting lips, and,
laying his violin aside, went out from
the room and closed the door. Hand
in hand the two children passed thro'
the ancient streets, and under the OIL
i've and orange trees till they reached
the seashore. 1t was a favorite spot
with the children, where they often
sat when they wandered away from
the old, gray houses in the city. Nj
colo seated himself on a rock. Gia-
cinta went and played with the rip
piles that came murmuring far up on
the beach. The brilliant sunshine
poured down on both the fair young
heads. Childhood is always beauti-
ful, and these two children were fresh
and graceful as the dawn.
''Let me see," said Giacinta, re-
fiectively, pushing her little foot
against the wet gravel in lines and
circles: lyon promised me a story,
but suppose l tell you story i'm
stead" Giacinta had suddenly
grown very grave.
Nicolo sat quite still, his head rest
ing upon his hands, his elbows upon
his knees, his dark eyes gazing far
out over the sparkling waves,-far
even beyond the distant line of blue
that bounded the horizon of the sea.
"Of what are you thinking, Nj
colo?"
The boy started, half rose from
his seat, and then sank back again
while two teardrops glittered on his
eyelashes.
81 was thinking of Mozart, the
great German composer, who in his
sixth year wrote grand concerts and
shone like a star in the heaven of mu-
sical art. What am /, compared |
with him ?"
''That thought need not make you
unhappy. Listen, Nicolo, and will
tell you what the sea waves are tell
ing me-" And she stopped on the
beach, and feigned that she was lis
tening to the music of the ripping
waters. "You will be great, great
as Mozart, but not like him. He
grand oratorios, you have
told me; but you will charm the
world with the melody of your music.
and expresses will give
you diamonds and pearls worth half
a kingdom just to play for them, and
you will rule the world with your vi
Olin. You will 90 away from here
but you will come back great and
strong and beautiful, and you will
make sweet music for all the people.
All Genoa will worship you, and our
grand old city will rejoice that it is
famous once more. o Nicolo, when
you are great and strong, and the
proud ones of the earth kneel at
your feet, keep your heart pure, and
10 not let your greatness eat up the {
noble qualities of your SOUL"
"Giacinta, you have read my every |
hought," the boy exclaimed. "You '
lave told me the very things l have
lreamed of time and again; and |
-et II feared they could never be-" s
"But they will, they will You will ]
'e greater than king !" cried his r
seeing her own visions, v
nd believing them, as children and a
'oets will. h
"And what shall | bring you, Gia- C
inta, when l come back grand and
ich, wearing the gems of emperors|' p
e asked, a flush upon his pale Il
heeks. Il
81 shall want neither pearls nor u
iamonds, answered the child plain v
vely. but l would like when / u
m dying, that you should come and
lay on your violin, so that the last 8
ound | hear may be your music. al
hen, when | am dead, place white p
ly on my breast, and kiss me once
n the lips" la
''Do not talk of death" said Nico- W
}, quickly. 81 do not want to be I'll
reat, if you must die. / tell you,
iacinta, | will buy a rich silk dress 81
1d band of pearls for your hair hi
I'd you shall wear them on your hi
tidal night. They will be my we'd vi
ng gift &C
Giacinta shook her head sadly. 81
lall never marry. | foresee an ear tn
death for me. Do not forget my W.
ish." Ps
"Pooh little playmate, you are as hi
rong and well as 1. See here T.
18th these words, he went to her rat
lie, and, lifting Giacinta from the da an
ound, held her over the glancing par