The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1913-03-14
CHAPTER V. (contlnuedl

And she saw little boy running
fast IN spite of the outcries and the
indignant protests of a worthy lady
in black. The little boy ran into the
sea, dressed as he was, and brought
her back her scarf Boy and scarf
we're both soaked through. The lady
in black made a great fuss, but Chris
tine laughed merrily and kissed the
little boy, who was none other than
the Vicomte Raoul de Chegny, stay
ing at Lannion with his aunt.
During the season they saw each
other and played together almost
every day At the aunt's request, sec
onded by Professor Valerius, Daae
consented to give the young viscount
some violin lessons. In this way
Raoul learned to love the same airs
that had charmed Christine's child
hood. They also both had the same
calm and dreamy little cast OF mind
They delighted in stories, in old
Breton legends; and their faVorlte
sport was to go and ask for them at
the cottage-doors, like beggars:
''Ma'am - or, Kind gentle
man have you a little story
TO tell us, please?'
And it seldom happened that they
nearly every old Breton grandame
has, at least once in her life, seen the
''korrigans' dance by moonlight on
the heather.
But their great treat was, in the
twilight, in the great silence OF the
evening. after the sun had set in the
sea, when Daae came and sat down
by them oD the roadside and, in
low voice, as though fearing lest he
should frighten the ghosts whom he
evoked told them the legends Of the
land of the north And, the moment
be stopped, the children would ask
for more.
There was one story that began:
"A king sat in little boat on one
of those deep, still lakes that open
like bright eye in the midst of the
Norwegian mountains :"
And another:
Little Lotte thought of everything
! and nothing. Her hair was golden as
the suns rays and her soul as clear
and blue as her eyes. She wheedled
her mother, was kind to her doll, COOK
great care of her frock and her little
red shoes and her fiddle, but most of
all loved, when sh went to sleep, to
hear the Angel of Music"
White the old man told this story,
Raoul looked at Christines blue eyes
and golden hair; and Christine
thought that Lotte was very lucky to
hear the Angel of Music when she
went TO sleep. The Angel of Music
played part in all Daddy Daae's
tales; and he maintained that every
great musician, every great artist re-
ceived a visit from the Angel at least
once in his life Sometimes the An
gel leans over their cradle, as hap
pened to Lotto, and that is how there
are little prodigies who play the fid-
die at six better than men at fifty,
which, you must admit, is very won
derfuI. Sometimes, the Angel comes
much later, because the children are
naughty and won't learn their lessons
or practice their scales. And, some
times, he does not come at ALL be-
cause the children have a bad heart
or a bad conscience.
None one ever sees the Angel; but
he is hesru by those who are meant
to hear him. He often comes when
they least expect him, when they are
sad and disheartened. Then their
ears suddenly perceive celestial har-
monies, divine voice, which they re-
member all their lives. Persons who