The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-04-16
THE SONG AND THE SINGER.

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bled, but her eyes were eloquent with
truth and sincerity.
Perhaps" she said, hopefully, be-
fore the lady could reply, tomorrow
will bring good luck. I should not
intrude my cares and anxieties on a
perfect stranger. Pardon me, and tell
me before I go, is the beautiful singer
in yonder house your daughter?"
The lady's smile was quickly fol-
lowed by sigh.
Eyes: the singer is my daughter
my only child"
ooh, how happy and proud you must
be of such child"
SHOULD you like to see her? She
will be glad to meet you, am sure.
Up the broad marble steps, down the
spacious veranda, she followed. They
entered wide hall, with richly carved
stairway and deep windows, with
charming vistas. The thickly carpeted
stairway gave back no sound. They
assembled into large, airy room, fur
nished in pale blue and white. Mrs.
Morville first saw grand piano and
! the soft glow of fire light. Near it,
in a large easy chair, was the tiny
| figure of a girl. A trim maid came
| forward and placed chair for Mrs.
Morville.
Beatrice, darling" The lady moved
softly forward and laid her hand on
the girls shoulder.
Are you back, mother?" The plain
tive voice vibrated unsteady and the
girl slipped from the chair to her feet
still clinging to her mothers hand.
She was exceedingly fragile, and the
eyes unconsciously turned toward
Mrs. Morville were sightless.
| The shock was so great she could
scarcely conceal it. Tears sprang tt
her eyes, and she trembled from heat
| to foot. Her kind hostess readily I'm
derstood her feelings. She motione6
to the maid, who disappeared only tt
reappear very quickly with tray o
refreshments. After she had eaten {
little Mrs. Morville's strength re
turned. Then Beatrice's mother let
her over to her daughter. 'Pv'
brought lady who has a dear little
girl ill in the hospital. She promised
her an Easter lily, and she has beef
disappointed in obtaining some none.
that was due her. 1t is impossible t.
get the plant. Should you like t.
help herr"
/ Beatrice reached out slender hand
almost as white as snowflake. 1
smile TRANSPORTED her face.
"Ah, so much"
Il Mrs. Morville clasped the hand.
| "Have we no lilies left in the con
servatory, mammal"
| 81 think so, but that makes no dill
ference. One can easily be obtained a
, the florists shop. I'll attend to il
Beatrice. When did the little one e1
pect it," She turned. to Mrs. MOI
!, vile.
! Tomorrow. How can thank you ?
: She tried to speak of sewing to re
pay them, but the words would no
, come. Beatrice looked SO happy a
she said:
: Don't speak of thanks, please.
would spoil all the pleasure.
| There is way of bestowing favo
as of receiving one, and Beatrice ur
) derstood how it was done. She turne
! gracefully, and her voice was almos
gay. "Shall sing for you-an Easte
) song-my favorite?"
ooh, my DEAR" Mrs. Morville
voice trembled, "is it the song of tn
roses and the heavenly love?"
Beatrice nodded. She sat down t
the piano, and sang, and in the pu
sating melody all Mrs. Morville
doubts and fears vanished. TIL
world was full of goodness and kline
ness, and Gods love overshadowed al
And as she went home her heal
sang:
'"The world is full of roses, and th
Il roses full of dew,
And the dew is full of heavenly low
that drips for me and YOU
II -Pifsbur0 Observer.