The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-01-28
,':What does this mean, my boy?"

! w udG OOcS GulS iuedll, LILY IVY
said Herr Weber. ,#.-..
And Conrad was but a rudy, ap-
ple.cheeked boy, after all, and the
others we're young men.
1T is because; I know so little, ;"
he broke out. "Hans has battle
piece. You can hear the cannons,
fand the rolling of;the drums, and
the shrieks of the dying. And Sep
pell has a nocturne, 'A1oonlight on
the Sea-, and he bade me observe
the sobbing Of the waves and the
effect of the moons first rays on
the tide. And Peter Schnell'-
: colo1ing hotly-':has an aria called
Love and it is full of sweetness
and passion. But What do I
know?. T. have seen nothing but
Parrendorf; done nothing but
plough: and dig!" - - '.;|.
Il, do not know" said the Herr,
gravely, chow you are to equal
these masterpieces. But be sure
OF one thing, my son, you can only
describe what you know"
So Conrad went his way.
The grand duke was back. Par
rendorf' again wore it's Sunday
petticoats and red stockings. Early
in the morning, the little band Of
musicians, Herr Weber at their
head, marched up the sunny street,
each with his violin and a roll of
paper, and rose in his jacket.
| Their sweethearts had sent them
| the roses. Greta sent a bud to
| Conrad, but his old mother hobbled
| in with one the next moment, when
he hid Greta's, and wore his old
mothers.
All the old people Of the village
| were gathered about the spring,
boasting Of Hans or Seppel; But
| Conrad's father and mother slipped
off;rem the. others, and prayed for
Inn: Then1Frau Rosen began to
cook his dinner.
.LeHe5wiAlose, ofcouse, poorboy;
;so I will make glad for him just as
much as if he won"
Meanwhile his highness sat nurs-
ing one leg over the other knee,
listening to. the competitors.
And was ist das? ?" when Hans
had. ,scraped and tugged until the
perspiration poured down his face.
::Battle, eh? Cries of the wounded?
Cannon? Pah! pah! Y never
saw a battle, young man? Pray
God you never may! Meanwhile,
that tum-tum sounds like a child's
beating on a tin pan. Stand aside.
Moonlight? Waves? That is the
splash of suds from a tub, if it has
any meaning! And you" waiting
for Peter Schnell, "you discourse on
love and jealousy? A most maud
lin vail, verify! Who comes next?'
as Conrad took his place. I" Morn
ing on the far1n?' Aha! Now we
are coming to. Parrendorf again"
It was no help to Conrad or his
music, that the grand duke should
talk as he did, at the top of his voice;
but he played lightly and with spir-
it. The duke listened sharply: then
began to laugh and nod.
81 see! I see! Quiet, and then
a stir among the leaves, and then the
plough-boy whistling the air. The
! birds-these are the partridge, and
quail, and one I don't how-the
air whistled again-and-there we
are in the barn-yard! Do you not
remember, Weber, the farm house
where 7 was a boy? Just as the
birds sang, and the chickens clucked,
and the maids called the COWS! A
gain, again, boy"
The grand dukes face was heat
ed. and his eyes sparkled like any or
dinary mans when pleased.
::What is this lads name, Weber?
How do you call him? He is my
pupil. You are my pupil, Conrad.
The man who hears the music in
the. common things he knows is the
musician for mel"
How Conrad wentand came again,
and built snug house for his moth
er and father, and married Greta,
and wrote songs which we all sing
have you not all foreseen that from
the beginning?