The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1902-01-03

Arom MY pocket, saying: eSterday L
was uneasy. restless. and in the evening,
to bring sleep, l walked many miles. Re-
turning weary, | stopped at little way
side inn. and as l sat at table idly turn
ing the leaves of book some one had
left there this line caught my eye:
Hank, bark! The lark at heavens gate
sings And instantly a melody sang it
self to the words, and l was compelled to
write it down. | searched my pockets
for bit of paper, but could find none.
so | used the bill of fare VIII you par
don me that | bring it to you just as it
is?
"Then, without more words, | played
1t to her-played as | never had before.
She sat near me, and when | paused she
did not speak, but with her eyes said,
'Morer
This | wrote and thought of YOU.
whispered and l played Who Is Syl-
viaT
when | rose TO go, it was my lady's
turn to tremble. IL she stammered,
and in her confusion l grew strangely
self possessed. 1 long have wished to
ask you why-why, as you have dedi-
Gated so many of your noble works to
Others, | alone am left unnoticed Do
You not think me worthy She glanced
up shyly. while hot bushes overspread
neck and brow. My voice sounded far
away rs ! said:
My lady, do you not know that
everything | have ever done is already
dedicated in my heart to youT
"The blow has fallen, little speechless
comforter. She is going from me.
These few lines which she has written
take from me sunshine life, and thrust
me into thai outer darkness whence there
is no escape:
Dear Master-In three days we
leave for Hungary to pass the summer.
Will you not come and give one more
lesson TO your pupil? c. E.
"Mein liebschen, thou art gone and
hast taken with thee all save honor. |
did not speak, though thou didst question
me with thy sweet eyes, but yet my soul
communed with thine, and it did seem
that thy heart answered mine. Hearts
dearest, couldst thou read Alright thou
must have seen and known for months
how dear thou art to me- / do not
speak thy name alone within this little
room without falling upon my knees in
reverence fer thy goodness
"Canst thou divine the pang it cost me
that | must let thee 90 and never say
4 love thee| And yet, through all the
bitter pain one thought brought comfort
rapture. 1t was this: That |, so poor
that | dare not tell thee in words the
worship that ! feel, yet have the power
within me to express my love for thee in
never dying song. Yes. yes, Immortal
beloved, in my heart there sings for thee
a song of songs that will live when we
are gone: will live to tell the world the
sacredness of mans love for woman, Of
my love for thee.
slow many days l have neglected you.
dear little book. | en- so weary, so tired
of this hopeless struggle, that something
within me cries, Take courage, it is not
for long; your work is nearly doner God
grant it may be so, and yet that night,
when underneath her window | stopped
and lifted to my lips this faded rose her
hand had thrown me and read these
words wrapped round the stem, l felt
life held no deeper bliss:
Beloved. | know well now the mas
tiers who taught thee so long ago the
secret of thy thrilling touch and Tone for
they are daily with me. Their names
mean life and they are called experience
and love. What can l say to thee of
thy dear song, whose melody still fills my
soul, save that it tells me all l longcd
to know, and leaves me comforted
though broken hearted?
Il read again and yet again her dear
confession. | pressed it to my heart my
lips. Those first days when my Caroline
had gone my song kept ever ringing il
my ears-the song that was to tell hel
how | loved-adored.
"At last there came time when ever
love could bear no more. Il must, will
go and sing my song to her | cried il
my despair AT night. when all is hush
ed and still beneath her window, / can
ease my heart
at was past midnight when I crept
through the garden gate. Silently
stood awhile beneath her window. Far
off a nightingale sang in the forest
depths. Yearningly stretched my arms
and breathed, Where the darkling
streams are creeping, dearest, let us 20.
Then love touched my voice and carried
IL vi Nl!iSS VI Sloly uutO my ucSIIc'
'All the stars keep watch in heaven
While sing to thee,
And the night for love was given;
Dearest, come to me.
"a power from above filed me as l
sang my swan song to my beloved.
Was awake? Was | not dreaming -?
| feel again the thrill with which ! saw
the outer blind move slowly back, and in
the moonlight. grave and pale, there
stood my Lady Caroline. Although
heard no word. | knew farewell was on
her lips and in her tear dimmed eye.
''She stood an instant; then, as she
reached to draw the blind that was to
shut her face from me foreveFmore,
there futtered from her hand and drop
ped down at my feet this crushed white