Telegram-herald., 1889-11-02
MON BY STRATAGEN.


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th-s. could syer imagine such = thing -
storrns And Yet perhaps Ia half an hour
those Soadsrfgl mountains Ray be hid-
den, thai deep bils SKY, studded with
millions = heavenly lamps, be overcast
snd black NIEh threatening clouds. znd
taAE gentle breeze transformed into a
moaning ~ind lasainz the ripples into
waves.
Where vii be that little boarg Wreck
Ell. ws-cxsd aad drifting away, lsayinz
the lovers. hand cl4sped Ia h4ad, peace
fully lying many feet below Ia the dark
tres.chero,ls water. quite safe nov from
the cruel storm
Mas Patterson did not invite the young
man - follow her. and be stood uncer-
tainly oy the window. booking after her
Ionglngly, bar feeling that II might DC as
well - De polite - the companion
VIII you play or sing somethingr
said Alice, looking IN az tho window
''Ar. FanOruton is devoted 70 music. /
always regret am 80 stupid and cannot
sympAthize with hiEn-do sing Anna
moved towards the piano and Mr. Van
brutOn followed her 70 open II.
Would you really Ike me 70 singY'
she asked him softly. and glancing at
him With her deep. sleepy ewes.
Indeed l should; nothing should like
better" he readily replied. and bestOw-
tng more interest upon her than he had
hitherto done. May get your music
Tor youy"
''IhaVe nones 1 sing without my notes
InWardly blessing Providence that he
was not obliged % turn over any leaves,
which he generally failed in doing az the
right time, the young man leant indo-
lently against the piano and prepared 70
endure a song.
Which sort do you like" inquired
Anna, "A sad song or a gay one: an old
or a new
Any you like" he said ahsently. he
could see Alices white dress, "a she paced
the balcony slowly TO and fro. and he
was wondering how soon be would be
released and able to join her
Quietly, and without effort, Miss Rog
ers struck few cords and then began 70
sing She had chosen that song, my
Love Il Come" and surely never before
had those passionate words been sung
with so much passion. Vanished was
that hard, cold voice, and in its place
rich. full contralto rang out into the
evening air. which reached the passers-
by and made them pause 10 listen and TO
envy such glorious gift
Who has the talent more to be desired,
the painter or the singer? l think the
latter: because, although the actual evi-
dence OF the former gift lives long after
the master himself has passed away. and
Is handed down from one generation 10
another. the great singer can create such
wonderful pleasure at the moment, both
% himself and others. He can stir hearts
with a power no painter ever knows,
and call 20 life emotions which lie dor
mant before a painting, however beau
tifuL
She ceased, the last notes died away,
and still touching the keys gently with
ono hand. she looked up at her compan-
ion tie was bending forward with a
look OF unmistakable admiration in his
gray eyes
Sing again; do sing again" was all
he said, and she Obeyed him. Song after
song he insisted on until Alice appeared
and declared that Anna would be tired.
Good night" she added 70 Mr.. Vanbru-
ton. ''You must really 90; am dread
fully sleepy" lie shook hands with both
ladies, but with Anna last, saving 20 her,
"You viii sing 70 me again tomorrow,
won't your
III.
How quickly time passes when we are
happy; so quickly that we forget 70 en-
lov the present moment 80 much as after
wards we think We ought 70 have done.
We plan pleasures for the future, we
look back with a regretful sigh at the
past. but We never take sufficient pleasure
m the present We exclaim, Il was
quite happy then" but do we ever say,
81 am quite happy now7"
Miss Rogers and Alice had passed a
fortnight Gt Lucerne. the weather had
been perfect. they had had a devoted
young man nearly always in attendance,
so surely they could say with truth that
they were having an exceptionally good
time. Two out Of the trio certainly
thought 50 whether they said it or not,
and these two were walking together one
hot afternoon towards the cathedral.
TO think that have only known you
fortnight Mr.. Vanbruton was saying.
Il feel as IL We had been friends for
months. and yet the days fly bv."
Then you have not been bored?- OBJ
served bis companion. Yet we have
spent a very idle life 7 shO1ld have
fancied that n young man Ike you would
have begun to End time drRgging some
what"
How could T. he answered ear
uestly. Yesterday you allowed me 10
row you on the lake the day before We
went FOR a drive. the day before that we
lunched az WeEEis', you and 1 alone. the
day before We
"Stop, stop cried Anna. laughing.
'sT begin 20 feel qui-e ashamed Of having
inflicted my cons -s,snv upon you so much.
It was too bad or Aics going of on eT-
crrrSious with her friends and leaving rs
behind
"I feel very grateful towards her. he
said quietly. Il shall always think Of
Iucsrne a. one II the most delightful
SPOTS on earth. Have you enjoyed this
fortnight. Miss Rogers. I wonder
She turned her face away 81 "a 70 hide
the rich color which had stolen 70 her
pale cheeks. "Lucerne VIII always live
in nv memory a. the one pleasant ex-
perience in nv life. she answered soSsly.
You talk very bitterly sometimes, =
he said. II often wonder II you really
mean ft