Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1871-03-04

Jessie, oDgalnlng MS promise to 90
LUST as her aunt bid, for lie was with
||6ss,ads, hurried on in herncw mission.
How she went from house TO house she
never knew, but the result Of her SIM
[ple appeal was such a pile Of coats,
Epants, boots, ETC., as she could hardly
carry. S
AT eight o'clock that evening, Vic
tor Amiens again sat before the piano,
dressed like a gentleman, as he was,
sound and in his right mind" Men,
women and children crowded in to
hear him play. Nothing like it had
ever bsesi keasdtin Maytown, and few
among his1isteners, uneducated though
they were, but felt, the influence OF
his beautiful harmonies. He rarely
withdrew his eyes from Jessie, who
stood near him, and she, for the first
time in her young Life, realized that
there was d diviner- power in music
than simply the luxury Of hearing
sweet sounds. 4 A desire, hitherto un-
felt, was tuggiag at her heart-strings.
She. lost all thought Of self in her
earnest desire to do something for poor
Victor. Her heart went out ii graft
tude towards all who had helped him,
andsthe simple villagers were unani-
nous in one opinion "that Mrs. May S
niece was good, nice girl if she did
look kinder proud, and as common as
anybody y 7s1s
But how Jessie found her life work
is best told. in a characteristic letter
from aunt Sarah to her uncle John
Clifford, three weeks afterward.
MAYTowN, September 1st, 1S--. +.
Dear John Queer things are allus hap
PENN to folks that don't go through the
world with their eyes shet. The Lord has
just put some of his spittle, as 1t were, on
our Jessie's eyes, and the scales has fallin
right of. You know, an I know, how sot
up she was and all for herself There is a
long story of wandering old wretch that
stumbled along this way IAN angel led him
but he didn't know it, poor soul), who
heerd her playin and come in He's turn
ed out to be great musician, and b'lieve
almost worships our girl. Well She's
been his salvation SO fur. You know /
keep no liquor in my house, and. when the
poor sinner crayed some to drink, Jessie
plead with him as for her life to hold up
and stick to water. He's done it, too. He's
awful poor, but she's got him to work.
Squire Cranes girls come in every day,
and he's teachin them music. Jessie stands
by and explains every word to 'em, for this
man talks such poor English no one but
her can understand him. 3zseti9s Il
He's teachin her q new way to play, and
even writes down on paper the music he
makes in his head Squire Crane is goin
to pay him twenty. dollars biMe-bY, o.
course he boards here for ncthin. There
amt much travellin now, and he amt inthe
way no how guess when you, take
Jessie home, this Victor will have to come
too. She says you'll find work for him,
and told me this morning she thought she
would learn to be a music teacher, and 3D.
dicate poor children in music that had no
chance elsewhere; for It's the early trainifl
and early impressions that last the l0ngests
God bless the child, and give her perseser-
iag,sess In well doin. never thought shed
turn out such raal good. @f sEg gesSA3 asa
Come along right soon John. Jessie is
maxim a new cushion for lame Buck,
crutch. No more at present, but roInain
your lovin old sister till death. ass s,-,.
SARAH MAY.