It was wonderful what power and sweetness there was in her voice;

burst after burst of rich melody fell from her trembling lips. Her

soul echoed the sentiments of the immortal bard, and she repeated

again and again the fifth verse: "In the world's broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of life;

Be not like dumb, driven cattle,

Be a hero in the strife."

Intuitively she seemed to feel that an hour of great trial was at

hand, and this was a girding for the combat. With the shield of a

warm, hopeful heart, and the sword of a strong, unfaltering will,

she awaited the shock; but as she concluded her song the head bowed

itself upon her arms, the shadow of the unknown, lowering future had

fallen upon her face, and only the Great Shepherd knew what passed

the pale lips of the young orphan. She was startled by the sharp

bark of a dog, and, looking up, saw a gentleman leaning against a

neighboring tree, and regarding her very earnestly. He came forward

as she perceived him, and said with a pleasant smile: "You need not be afraid of my dog. Like his master, he would not

disturb you till you finished your song. Down, Carlo; be quiet, sir.

My little friend, tell me who taught you to sing."

She had hastily risen, and a slight glow tinged her cheek at his

question. Though naturally reserved and timid, there was a self-

possession about her unusual in children of her age, and she

answered in a low voice, "I have never had a teacher, sir; but I

listen to the choir on Sabbath, and sing our Sunday-school hymns at

church."

"Do you know who wrote those words you sang just now? I was not

aware they had been set to music."

"I found them in this book yesterday, and liked them so much that I

tried to sing them by one of our hymn tunes." She held up the volume

as she spoke.

He glanced at the title, and then looked curiously at her. Beulah

chanced just then to turn toward the asylum, and saw one of the

oldest girls running across the common. The shadow on her face

deepened, and she looked around for Claudia and Lillian. They had

tired of sliding, and were busily engaged picking up pine burrs at

some little distance in the rear.

"Come, Claudy--Lilly--our matron has sent for us; come, make haste."

"Do you belong to the asylum?" asked the gentleman, shaking the

ashes from his cigar.




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024