The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1867-11-21

What did the child mean by playing that ?
They had left the city far behind now He
wondered how far. He pushed up the
window fercely, venting Tie passion of the
music on the first thing that came in his
way, as men viii. and thrust ms head out
to look back Through the undnlating
smoke out IN the pale glimmer from the
SKY he could see low, red tongue Of land
covered with the twinkle OF lighted
homes. Somewhere there, in among the
quiyering warmth, was our
! V hat was that boy about now Not
Home. Sweet Home ?" But that was
q hat Tommy was about.
They were lighting the lamps now in
the car. Harmon looked at the cooduc-
tors face as the sickIy yellow fare struck
on il with curious sensation. lie won
dered if he had wife and five children /:
what he would think If a man who did /;
what most people would think: what she
would think. She she had it to iud
out yet,
There's no place like home"
said Tommy's little fldle
Now. this fldle Of Tommy may have
bad a crack or 50 in it, and | cannot assert
that Tommy never struck false note, but
the man in the corner was not fasti9ious
rs musical critic; the sickly li9ht wa>
Pickering through tue car. the qulver on
tn, red fats was quite out OF sight the
train was sh.ieking away into the west, tae
baleful. l,nely west-whch vas dying fast
now out there upon the se1; and il Is a
fact that his hat weut slowly down over
his face again. and that his face went
slowly down upon his arm.
There in the lichte home out u2on the
flats, that had driftel by forever, she sal
waiting now. Ii was about time for him
to DC In to supper; she was beginning to
wonder little where he was, she was
keeping the tea hot. and telling the chill
dren not to touch their fathers pie les,
she had set the table aud drawn the
chairs, his pipe lay fixed ca The shelf over
the stove The baby was fretting. the ba-
oy alwaFs fretted toward night, and she
was walking about with him; walking
very slowly aud weakly, singing now and
then. Her face in the light was worn and
white. the dark rings very dark. She vas
trying to hush the boys. teasing for their
supper begging them to wait few, few
minutes. only few minutes: he would
be here then. She would put the baby
down presently, aud stand at the window,
with her hands-Annie's hands were once
not 50 thin. raisei to shut out the light
watching. watching.
The children would eat their supper
the table wopli stand untouched with his
chair in It's place still she would 90 to the
window, and stand watching. watching
O. the long night that she must stand
watching, and the days, an the years
Home sweet home
played Tommy
By and by there was 10 NOR. Of Sweet
Home"
" How about that cove with his head
Topped down on his arms specuIated
Tommy with burn.h Ike air
He had only stirred once, then PIT his
face down AGAIN; but he was awake in.
every nerve, listening to The very curve of
his fingers. Tommy knew that, it being
part Of his trade to learn how to use his
eyes.
The sweet. loyal passion OF the music.
it would take wors. playing than Tommy's
70 drive the sweet, ioyal passions out Of
Annie laurie, grew above the diu OF the
train
Twas there that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true
She used to sing that, thought tic ma4,
this other Annie Of his own Why. she
had been his own, and he had loved her
once. How he had Lowell her. YES she
used to sing that when he went to see her
on Sunday nights before they were mar
RED in her piak, plump, Pretty days, An
ME used to be very pretty,
Gave me her promise true"
buinmeI he little fiddle.
:" That's fact" said poor Annie. hus-
band, Jerking the words ont Under his hat.
aud kept it too, she did
All, how Annie had kept it The
whole dark picture Of her married years.
the days IF wor', and pain. the night, OF
watching. the patient voice. the quivering
mouth the tact and the planning, and the
trust fcr tomorrow the love that had
borne all things, accomplishing, rose into
ou Zine % tell him how she had kept it,
Ter face Is rs Inc falrest
Thai e'or the sun shone on
suggested the Little fiddle.
Tha. it'shou,l be dsrk.ne: forever. the
sweet face, aud thSt he should DO it. he,
sitting here. with his ticket bought, bound
Cor Colorado
And lie re forget, Will l."
murmured the little fiddle
lie would have knocked the man down
who had told HIM twenty years ago that he
ever should forget, that he should be here
tonight. with his ticket bought bound for
Colorado
But ii was better fer her to be FREQ from
him. lie and hi- cursed ill-luck wer. a
drag on her and the children. and would
always be. What was that she said once