Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-01-27
LOVES DYING DREAM.

III ~ ~ ~ A1AN OM11AV4s
Monsieur Fernando, penniless young
composer, occupied garret room at the
Bufontes He was happy there how
ever, for he could now aud then catch
glimpse of Mile. La c. tanning her
self on the first floor balcony. He fell
of course desperately ia love with her,
and as she was singer lie composed
for her a song which he called Loves
Dying Dream
When it was completed he ran down
stairs with it, resolved to knock and
hand 1t to servant. but finding the
door open he slipped in. There was her
portrait on tile boudoir table, and he
would have kissed it if scream and q
growl had not startled him.
He turned The rcream ca ne from
Mile. La c., the growl from a
gentleman who accompanied her. aud
in the instant two hands came down Oh
Fernande's shoulders. and the miniature
was wrested from him.
@How careless Of Augusta, cried tle
lady, to leave the door open for thieves
to enter by.
The gentleman Justify called for help
Fernando said nothing. Conscious 81
his terrible position, lie was stricken
dumb; and it Wis as one passes through
the changing sen of dream that he
knew himself to be arrested and cast
into prison.
The prima donna appeared against
him when the proper time came. She
had found this man in her room He
had valuable ornament in his hand.
She believed tha the intended to steal il.
She had never seen him before-"oli, no;
never.
At this the young man thought it
would be well to be dead She had
never seen him bef rel Then she had
not smiled upon him when he threw her
that bouquet of Provence roses 1t was
all fancy. He had not caught her eye.
She had never noticed him.
The gentleman who had been with
mademoiselle gave his evidence, only
he was hercer, aud called the hapless
Fernando a thief. a brigand. aud
rascal when he alluded TO him.
And Fernando could only say that he
was not guilty.
II am named Fernando. and / have
% years, and l am nothing and no
body.
This he said when called upon to &C
count for himself, and nothing more,
and he was written down vagrant aud
condemned to hard labor as thief.
Mile. La c. went home pouting
and declaring that she Slated to go to
such dreadful places. She ate de-
lightful little lunch, and afterward find
ing packet upon her table, opened 1t
and read Fernande's little anony nous
note. at which she laughed and hummed
over the song, pronouncing it "very
pretty" Afew days after she practised
1t, and on being encored one night, be-
thought her to sing it
Poor Fernandez If he could but have
been there to have seen how the women
wept over his pretty lay Of love and
death, and to have heard the applause
After that the manager besought
mademoiselle to sing Loves Dying
Dream" every night.
Amateur singers went NAL over IL,
and it was published. Having the name
Of no composer upon it, it was called
Mile. La C-'s song
One day with party she visited the
prison where Fernando was confined.
She stood amid her little circle of cava-
liers and said to one in authority OF the
place: what do they like. these people7
Shall sing little love songs"
As mademoiselIe pleases.
And mademoiselle smiled, and tried
her voice with little trill, and began
Loves Dying Dream.
Oh. the eager. glittering eyes that
watched her Oil, the flushed cheek,
the hurried breatIi Oh, the mad throb-
bngs OF the heart of No "a, as be
whispered:
1t is my songl It Is my songI"
what is the matters" whispered No.
% TO No 24 I say, mon ami, speak.
what is the matter7" asked the
singer Of the superintendent, as the last
notes Of her song died upon her liz
There seems to be some commotion
@There is a little. said the superin-
tendent calmly. ~No. "a his caused il. /"
Has he escaped7" cried she lady.
After a manner. mademoisoIle.
said the superintendent He Is dead.
-Thess people never have any sense
Of propriety. said mademoisella How
dreadful !s-fLa Lanterna