Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-11-01
@he Silence Of
Dean Qaitland.
BY WE<MELL GREY.
Continued.

Piled 'Ay. I've ben a-standing there
this ninety year and more. and /
bain't, 20 to gay, tired ont yet
Eyerard went up to his brother and
accosted him. Il hope there is nothing
wrong, George" he said: you look rs
if something had disagreed with you.
Thank you, Henry" he replied. my
health is. under Providence, excellent:
but | grieve for the souls of these poor
creatures | have ascertainCd for Il
fact that Maitland has caused beer
and tobacco to be placed in class
room for the men. Why, oh, why will
he not lead them to the only true
source of comfort"
The diners were now joined by other
guests of higher grade; Farmer Long
and his family; other farmers; Il fresh
contingent of CARROTS: and last,
though not by any means least, Sir
Lionel Swaynestone and his two pretty
daughters.
Thereupon the choir assisted by
amateurs, struck up, My love is like
red, red rose" and the concert be-
clarionet of such fearful difficulty that
Eyerard trembled lest he should break
a blood-vessel; and everybody, includ-
ing Mrs. Wax, who coursed frantical-
ly after his rapid runs and tlourishes
on the piano, breathed an inward
thanksgiving when he had finished. 4
piano duet between Miss Swaynestone
nd 4
not the less unanimously applauded
because the superior swiftness of Miss
CARROTS fingers landed her ut the
finish two bars ahead of Miss Swayne-
stone. who played on to the end with
unruttled composure. Nobody had
taken the slightest notice of any of
these performances, save WaX's, which
alarmed the nervous; but now Il
change took place. Cyril led Lillian
on to the platform, and Marion's pi,
ano prelude was drowned by the sound
of heavy feet plunging in from the
smoking ROOM and everybody listened
attentivcly for what was really deli
cate entertainment for the cara vocal
duet between the twins. Even Sir Ii,
onel left his stately calm to encore the
simple melody, while Granfer did scri-
Gus damage to the school floor with
his stick. 1t was not that the brother
and sister sung with unusual skill, or
that their voices We're remarkably
good, taken apart; the charm lay iii
the pccular sweetness of tone result,
ing from the exact blending of the two.
Ingram Swayncstonc grlmbled in Il
goCd-tempered way at having TO read
after this performance, and though he
read Il bit of Dickens with great spirit
and humor, Evernrd observed that the
audience only listened and applaudcd
as IL matter of duty. Ethel Swayne-
stone was an accomplished singer, but
her voice failed to please the rustic
ear; while the choir gleeS and other
amateur music were received as II mat
ter of course. But when Cyril once
more stood on the PLATFORM and began
in his rich, pure voice, There W;ts 4
sound of revelry by night" Eyerard
was startled at the sudden hush of at
tention that fell on the audience, and
surprised ut the richness of harmony
in the well-knoWn StanZaS. When Cyr-
il repeated the line, But hush! bark.
a deep sound strikes like rising
Enellr' the rusticS started and looked
over their shoulders i'll diSmay, ANA
one susceptible matron uttered faint
shrek. did We not hear it," contin
ued the reciter, in such thrilling tones
that Mrs. Stevens, meeting the light
of Cyril's blue eyes, took the question
personally, and replied wildly in the
negative, to the general CONSERVATION.
Having brought this to n conclusion in
sach a manner that his unlettered au-
dience actually saw the ballroom
scene, "the cheeks ali pale, the "trem-
bling Of Distress" and actually heard
the sounds of approaching doom break
in upon the brilliant revelry. and wit
messed the hurried departure of the
troops to the terrible field destined to
be fortified with red RAIN" Cyril
paused 10 let the tumultuOus cncores
subside; and at last when silence en-
sued. began with n plaintive sweet
ness, that was in strong contrast to
the dramatic force and fire It the Eve
OF Waterloo
81 remember | remember,
The house where | was born,
The little window where the sun
Game peeping in at morn,
He never came o wink too soon,
or brought too long a day;
But now
Here Cyril paused, with a deep sigh.
~ often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.
To Everard's intense surprise, he not
only saw tears all round him but
found 4 sensation Of intense sorrow
and longing for the past stealing over
himself. while the pathos ri Cyril $
voice seemed TO break his heart He
saw. as they all saw Malbourue Rec.
tory. and Cyril. boy once Gnore
gentle. happy, and fun Of sweet IN
nocent fancies and when the latter
went Oh. in his quiet voice, 50 full Of
melodious heart-break-
land where my brother set