The Irish standard., 1890-11-08

the whole current of Eugene's thoughts,
and she did it in a song-one las she
admitted to Eugene) that she had writ
ten herself and had asked an old Ger
man professor to set the music for her.
Had she merely sung it and never
! drawn his attention to it in SO marked
manner he might have listened to the
| sweet tones without ever noticing the
words, but as he sat and listened to her
and noticed the quiet earnestness with
| which she wrought out the full mean
ing of each line, his heart beat rapidly
and loud. The words we're simple but
they we're set to most effective music,
both words and music being interpreted
to their fullest extent by Arnaida's ex-
pressive singing:
When my ship comes in--when my ship comes
Shall / hear sweet strains OF music thro' the
busy citys din,
Heralding my hero lover, whom I've pictured in
my ureahs'
Till his face, so fair ard handsome, q reality
now seems?
When my ship comes in-wiI he stcop on bend.
ed knee
And tell of weary days and hours In which he
longed for me?
And as he slowly rises will he fill my heart with
bliss
While he folds me closely to him and our ls2s
meet with o kissy
When my ship comes in-will it bring me jew.
els rare
To clasp around my neck and arms, to Irvine
within my hair?
Will it bring me silks and satins and costly
laces old. d
Will it bring me richest perfumes and Golfers
filled with gold?
When my ship comes init will empty be fol
Though all the gems OF Orient, all the jewels Of
the sea,
All the treasures of the Indies, It's rich cargo
should comprise,
If my ideal lover comes not then, to cheer my
waiting eyes. W.
When my ship comes in-I care not If it be
The tiniest Of craft that ever sailed upon the
sea,
# it brings my knightly hero, though no wealth
Of gold has he;
will welcome him so gladly, and my true heart
he may win,
Forever and forever-when my ship ZONES in.
She sang the song right through and
as the last vibrating sounds of the ac-
compartment died away she turned
around on her stool as though to mark
the effect on her listener. There he
sat entranced and spoke not a word.
''Have you nothing to say about my
song, Mr.. Bregy?' she asked.
st is very beautiful" was all he said.
''Now, do not suppose that am fish
ing for compliments, for nothing was
farther from my thoughts. But do
like people to say something, even it it
is disagreeable, when [ sing song, and
especially one of my own composing"
she said in half joking manner. But
the young man before her was in nc
Joking mood. could it be, "he thought,
in moment of almost eostacy, shat
she meant those words for me?' And
as he pondered hes said to himself:
''some day will ask her"
Just at this moment Mr.. Wilcox
looked over to Mrs. Delaro and said:
SIS that Harlem gentleman going to
stay here all night?"
''They certainly must be too busily
engaged to notice the time,' was the
reply, ''but will remind Armida, by
walking into the parlor, thatl am pre-
pairing to retire" and with these words
she rose to put her words into effect.
When Mrs. Delaro walked into the
parlor she spoke very kindly to Eugene
and no one could have told that she
cherished any feelings of suspicion
towards him. They conversed together
for some moments, during which Mrs.
Delaro made kindly inquiries regarding
Mrs. Breezy. This seemed to remind
Eugene OF duty he had to perform
and he commenced it by asking Mrs.
Delaro if she could give him Mr.
Blodger's address, as he and his
mother wished to see him on some
business matters AS they had never
seen Mr.. Blodger except at their store
they had never known his address.
Mrs. Delaro told Eugene where he
could find Mr.. Blodger most of the
that Mr.. Blodger had offered to rent
him larger and more convenient store
little farther down town, and it was
on that account he wished to see him.
| AS Eugene finally rose to go Mr..
Wilcox joined the party and Mrs.
Delaro observed that he would probably
willingly carry message to Mr..
Blodger from Eugene as he saw that
gentleman down town nearly every
morning. But Eugene was not dis
posed to intrust Mr.. Wilcox with his
business, as he said: "Oh, it does not
matter and then bid them all good
night. .s
| Before retiring Armida and her
mother sat for long time talking in
the freight. why, mamma, how
serious you are becoming, said Armid la.
5'.'tThis is a serious matter" said her
mother. ''You know not what hopes
and aspirations you may have already
engendered in that young mans heart,
nor into what foolish decisions you
may lead him. 4. II. 81
81 had never thought Of It "a that
light, mamma, dear. 4 was the reply.
But It demands your thought, my
child. 9 3s
..'And must + tell him not to como
IsapaiT.q q, III