Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-10-24

happen WDlcn WOulu expose to LnSlr view the dangerous shoals upon which they were fast drifting. And so it was. This very night Armida was to change the whole current of Eugene's thoughts, and she did it in Q 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 Q 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 tho full mean ing of each line, his heart beat rapidly and loud. The words were simple but they were set to most effective music, both words and music being interpreted to their fullest extent by Armida's ex- pressive singing:
 When my ship comes in-when my ship comes
 busy citys din,
 Hcralding my hero lover, whom I've pictured In
 my dreams,
 Till his face, so fair and handsome, reality
 now seems?
 When my ship comes in-will he stoop on bend.
 ed knee
 And tell of weary days and hours in which he And as he slowly rises will he fill my heart with
 bliss
 While he folds me closely to him and our lips
 meet with kissS
 When my ship comes in-wil it bring me jew
 els rare
 To clasp around my neck and arms, to twine
 within my hair?
 Win it bring me silks and satins and costly
 faces old,
 Will it bring me richest perfumes and cofrers
 filled with gold?
 When my ship comes init will empty be for Though all the gems of Orient, all the jewels of
 the sea,
 All the treasures Of !he Indies, its rich cargo
 should comprise,
 If my ideal lover comes not then, to cheer my
 waiting eyes
 When my ship comes in-I care not if 1t be The tiniest of craft that ever sailed upon the
 sea,
 If 1t brings my lsnightly hero, though no wealth
 of gold has he;
 I will welcome him so gladly, and my true heart
 he may win,
 Forever and forever-when my ship comes in.
 She sang the song right through and as the last vibrating sounds of the &C., 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 word
 "Have you nothing to say about my song, Mir. Bregy?" she asked.
 Ut is very beautiful" was ali he said.
 Now, do not suppose that am fish ing for compliments, for nothing was farther from my thoughts. But I do like people to say something, even if it is disagreeable, when sing song, and especially one of my own composing" i" she said in half joking manner But the young man before her was in no joking mood. Could it be, "he thought, in moment of almost ecstacy, that she meant those words for me?" And as he pondered he said to himself: "Some day will ask her." Just at this moment MT. Wilcox looked over to Mrs. Delaro and said: "Is that Harlem gentleman going to stay here all night2"
 ''They certainly must be too busil y engaged to notice the timo," was the reply, 'but l will remind Armida, by walking into the parlor, that 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. Bregy. This seemed to remind Eugene of duty he had to perform and he commenced 1t by asking Mrs. l a1 ahn nrfx ht-1 MF | Blodger's address, as he and his mother wished to see him on some business matters. As they had never seen MT. Blodger except at their store they had never known his address. Mrs. Delaro told Eugene where he could find MT. Blodger most of the time, and Eugene in confidence said that Mir. Blodger had offered to rent him a larger and more convenient store little farther downtown, and. 1t was on that account he wished to see him. As Eugene finally rose to go MT. Wilcox joined the party and Mrs. Delaro observed that he would probably willingly carry message to Mir. Blodger from Eugene as he saw that gentleman down town nearly every morning. But Eugene was not dis posed to intrust MT. Wilcox with his business, as he said: "Oh, it does not matter" and then bid them all good night.
 Before retiring Armida and her mother sat for a long time talking in the freight "Why, mamma, how serious you are becoming" said Armida-
 '"rhis is 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 delusions you may lead him."
 "I had never thought of it in that light, mamma, dear," was the reply.
 But it demands your thought, my