Delaware tribune. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1867-1877, 1875-08-05

suddenly Jessie, with joyous cry, sprang to hei
feet and darted from tho room. The garrat
door had been ftopen by somebody, she found
In moment she was back, and had placed in
the hands Of tho Bignor, whose mood Of frenzy
had been succeeded by one Of silent desperation,
the little black fiddle.
"It fell from its nail" she was saying. at
was that We heard. 1t wanted to come and
Can you mend your own with it !? 1t lis 30 old!''
why do you bring me this, my child?" he
asked, sadly, but took 1t, and ran his eye over IT,.
something seemed to strike MIN as he did 80.
He bent his head quickly, lifted the violin to his
| ear, and tapped 1t and listened, ran his finger
down its lines, took ont his handkerchief, and
dnsted it infinitely. His hands began to shake /;
l,e WAS holding his breath; lie WAS comparing
the measurements OF the black eddie with cor
tain figures in memorandum. book drawn from
his pocket. lie peered into it's every dimension
in sort OF mad haste. He took a magnifler,
and then with bit OF chamois leather began
rubbing the end Of the little black fiddle AZ Il he
were polishing jewel. All at once ho cried
ont .7
"Al,a! Behold it! IL is here Read il. NV
children, read Soto Ia discipline d A. Sird-
dipdrius, Cren,0na. II S. 1t is his, the
dinsopps del Jeans, when the great Antoine wan
lis master. That ID his scal, that Il IL ~ Oh,
the rogue But he knew music And Antoine
Stradivarius has had it in his hands h W looked
At tA sides, its tabe, ta o,es, its lnstrons var
nish has drawn the bow acrosa it, has said it
was good Quick whore arc my strings? We
will sec ; we will see. There ia no bridge That
in all right, Tho bridge would not have an
swered. My Stainer bridge ls whole yet."
lie was silent 10 long but hurried nnrolng
and fastening Of tho strings, an endless tuning
and hearkeMng and tuning again, and then the
walls OF the room were vibrant about them, and
signor Pazzani was playing on the little black
fiddle and the sweet, powerful sonority the
snAye, silvery, intense tone tho mellow but Ins-
jesic strength, were ringing in their ears .like
the hnmming OF a swarm Of angels WINGS"
said the signor, suddenly leaving on, with his
bow in the air.
"Ah, look at it What grace in tho curves
how severe tho volute How purple and rich
and full OF lustres ID will come out when l shall
restore 1t !" he cried, gayly, smiling on them
one and all. at will be mine you will not think
OF keeping 1t ! you can none OF you play OH It"
he began TO implore. at is a Guarnerius, the
Giuseppe del Josu's. 1t is worth money-it Ia
worth more You shall have = thousand, you
shall have fifteen hundred, yon shall have two
thousand dollars for 1t;
"Oh, hush, indeed !" cried jessie "Of course
you shall have It, Sir. 1t is valneless to us it
is yours y
''Stay, stay moment, Jessie" said her father
''The little black fiddle is mine. That poor old
vagabond, fallen from his high. estate. gave it
upon the waters after many days. n the sgnor
wants to pay me thousand dollars for ii, we
will compass tile other five hundred by our
selves, and you shall 60 to Italy,
And the next morning Sisnor pazzaui went
of with the little black iadlo tucked undor his
arm, and Mr.. Brooks went TO the city with him
to secure Jessies passage In tho next steamer
that sailed for foreign shores. And tho little
hddle had some Share in it, aftor all.