Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1909-01-21

III outward pushing gesture, as though
to drive her from him, he cried:
60 home till you awaken, you are
asleep! Go home till you become
woman; you are a child! Go home till
your very soul can cry out to Manrico
in the tower, till you feel all the depth,
all the misery and all the glory Of Leo
nora's great love. Till you can not
only love with her, but hate with her,
die with her. And when this comes to
you, come back to me, and then we
can give to the world living, breath
ing, palpitating Leonora, not q crea-
ture hewn of ice.''
But it was not of Lundski she was
thinking now, but Of the gray eyes
whose glance she was beginning to
long for, yet dread. All! those eyes
were wondrous gray, but his hair was
curly, undeniably. How she hated
curly hair on man, and his she would
even have termed kinky, had she not
felt at times so strangely curious a
desire just to touch it. There surely
was some change coming over her,
that she should look so eagerly in
every crowd, wherever she went, just
to catch a glimpse of a straying lock
Of golden kinky hair
And ah! his glorious voice! She
had only heard it once, but it's tones
were always ringing in her ears. How
she longed to sing out in answer to it
the day she heard him. They were
to practice together on the morrow,
and now, it was not to be. All, that
must have been pang of more than
mere disappointment, that struck so
sharply at the thought!
The moon sank deeper in it's hiding
place and strange mournful stirring
came from the trees. The night was
changing-but still the girl unused on.
Suddenly out Of the darkness, on
the rising breeze, came a voice, sing
ing beneath her window.
Only one could sing like that, and
as the words of Manrico came to her
in voice full Of love and longing, she
caught her breath and Hstened-trem.
bling-thrilling-and as the last note
was carried to her, she dropped to
the floor, overcome, then poured forth
her answer.
Her voice was low and unsteady at
first, but gathering volume by the
very weight of the love it must carry,
rang out into the night, telling in
the words of Leonora of great,
strong and self-sacrifcing love. And
the wind which was rising to a storm
carried it to the listeners below and
| wove around it's note Of triumph a
sad mournfulness, as of coming sor
row.
AS the last words died away, cho
rus of braves and EXPLANATIONS arose
Elise did not hear them or under
stand their significance. She was
alone with this new beauty, her face
! hidden in her hands.
Finally she was aroused by knock
He had come to her, he was there al
the door. Oh, the Joy of it! Yet
how could she open it with that throt
| in her throat and her heart beating sc
wildly? Timidly she crossed the room
and turned the handle.
! The great Lundski came in first
then followed a woman, and then thu
tenor, his gray eyes full upon her. He
own dropped.
'Mademoiselle, mademoiselle!" tn
great Lundski cried, I'VE give you on
heartiest congratulations. I hardl.
thought the little ruse would work S.
we'll We were coming over to get 20,
TO practice a little tonight, as ou
tenor says he must leave town to
morrow. We saw you against the ros
light, standing so still in the window
Sing said /; and how he sang
and how you sang! 1t fairly struck m
dumb. All, how much good a littl
scolding does sometimes. But here
you have not yet met our tenor's wifi
Il am forgetting myself. Let me pre-
sent-M ademoiselle! what is it? Ar
you ill?"
Ill? Yes, yes" she answered, whit
to the lips; "but do not be alarmed
tomorrow I will come to you and b
the living, breathing, palpitatin
Leonora.'"
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