The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1878-03-15

moucstly repncd, we are scvcn IN
all, but two only remain, my brother
and i; the others have all died"
"And your father is very poor, my
dear childG" said the stranger, in q
kindly tone, to the little girl.
"Ah, yes, very poor she exclaim.
ed, while the tears started into her
eyes. "Look," said she. holding up
the piece Of bread which yet remain.
ed untasted, ''that is all the brea',
that we had in the house this morning,
and when my mother gave il to us
she babe us 60 to the fields and cat il,
for il grievel her to SOC us fare so
poorly"
"Poor children said the stranger,
with lively emotion. "where do your
parents dwell?"
"Above there, upon the hill, sir,
10 that little house whose rooi yon can
perceive from where We stand" repli-
cl Wolfnnc.
That house belongs Ia Dusscck, the
musician, I know" said the stranger,
looking upward in the direction point.
cd out by the children. "And now
tell me-" he continued, while he pat
ted their checks and smiled to them,
AMI at the same time wiped tear
from his eye-"iell me what you de.
manded Of the great Nepomucenc,
when saw you praying a little ago.
That we might discover the means
of gaining money, and assisting our
parents" said the little girl, quietly;
land my brother declares that he has
discovered those means, although /
much fear that he has not"
"If Wolfgang is able to play well
upon the piano, as he said. his idea
can he put in operation said the
stranger, smiling, ''and | can aid
nm.
MY brother Is only six years OF
age, said the little girl, looking tond-
ly on the boy, "but he can compose
very beautiful pieces already, my Ia
ther says.
Compose, and he so young! cried
the astonlshed envoy OF the great st.
John, as he looked hali'douht'ngly on
the child.
"Are you astonished at this said
Wolfgang, laughing, and holding up
his pretty head. "Ah, well, come to
our house, and you shall see.
The stranger bent his head, reflect
ed for moment, and then said in a
halfserlous, half;jocular way, "My
dear children, the great Nepomucene,
that much revered saint OF Bohemia,
wills that you now return to the home
Of your parents. remain there all day,
and before evening comes you shall
hear some news. The stranger was
retiring, after speaking these words,
when the hvely little Woifgang caught
him by the skirts OF his tunic, and ex-
claimed, Gone word, sir. My sister
fredrika d'd NOT tell you that we
prayed that Nepomucene might send
dinner To my moiher-might he not
send IT, ihen' SIR to-day! and the
hoy looked archiy at The envoy.
your mother may depend upon
H. SAID the stranger laughing. us
there any ihine else hr can send To
yourselves
Nolhihg' SIR cflei the hveiy
children III one hreaih' as they clasp
Ell each DINERS ha"ds, anu sci OUT ior
nome; we wish nut happiness !" our
iaiher ana mother'
lhe nome OF Leopold mozart, which
stood upon The hull OF hosoheez, and
overlooked lovely landscape OF eul-
tnrei helds' ana dense FOREST and roll
ing r'ver' was mol very great house
nor was II shperbiy finished. one
large apartment served as many pur-
poses as the solitary subject OF the
Grand-dnchess OF hesse Darmsiadt,
who was army, police, and court,
peasant, and Organization Of labor"
all in his own single person. The
principal chamber of Leopold Mo.
zart's home served for kitchen, dining
room, aud narlne I'm ona o;la ,,ao m /