The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1878-01-25

/ seemed to receive no check from her scanty
coverings. Again the pair Crept cn, and
passing beneath the walls of ST. Winifred's
church, stood beneath it for a Temporary
shelter from the driving wind and SHOW
While SD standing, they caught the faint
sounds If the organ peaiiDg within.
"Nohe music said the old man as the
final chords died away; .noble music. and
soul in the playing, That man, whoever
he may be, Shot ld have generous heart"
''Hu>h, grandfather" said the girl, '.be
| is beginning To play again.
Scarcely had the music commenced, how
ever, thap .he pair gazrd at each other i'll
bieathlesS surprise.
Lily, darling, do you hear what he is
! playIng2' said the old man in an excited
/ whisper
"A strange coincidence" the girl re.
piled.
''St,ange it is more than strange !
| Lily. daIIng. who could play that song ?''
The melody came To an end. and all was
silence. There was q moment S pause, aud
then, as if 10y common impulse, the old
man drew his bow across The strings, and
the glITs sweet voice caIolled forth ,he
second verse of the song. Scarcely had
they ended, when a door opened at the
| io"t of the chuIch tower just besId. them,
and Michel Fray, bareheaded, with mis-
! scan;y locks blown about 10y the winter
/ wind, stood before them. He hurried for
ward, and then stood still. shamefaced be-
| wildereG. The spug had called up the
vision of a gallant young sailor, full of life
aud health, as Michael had seen his brother
! for ;he last time ON the fatal voyage lie
had huiIl I'd forth, forgetting the yeais that
had passed. full of tender memories of hap
py yish d'ys, to find, alas only couple
of Wandering beggars, singing for bread.
beg your pard"u," lie said, striving
! ytslx t.,..
song just now which-which--a song
which was favoIite of a dear friend Of
niue many yedis ago. VIII you-will you
tell me where you got il ?''
by the best'of all titles sir" the old
hddier answered, drawing himself up with
touch of artistic pride; Il wrote it my
self, words and music bolI"
Nay, SIR" said Michael sternly, s'you
rob the dead dearly loved brother of
niue wrote that song forty years ago.
We'll, upon my word T. said the old fid-
dler; waxing wrotlI-''then your brother
must have stolen it from me /! What might
this precious brothers. name be. pray ?''
An tioseet name a name, am proud
TO speak" sai6 Michael firing up in his
! turn ''his name was Richard Fray ?''
lhe old street musician staggered as if
he had received blow.
what - he exclaimed. peering eagerly
INTO the others face 'tlen you are my
brother Michael, for am Richard Fray -
Hall an hour later and the brothers SO
long pai ted, SO strangely broueh lat together
were seated rouno roaring fire in Michael
Fray's quaint, three-cni ineIed parInr-
Michaels stores bad been ransaclxed Tor
warm, dry clothes for the wanderers
Draweis long closed, which yielded v hen
| opened sweet scent Of lavender and con-
tanned homely skirts and budices kept still
III loving snemory of little Nell. gave up
! their treasures for Lily'S benefit, aud Rich
ara fray $ SHOW w-shoddeu clothes were re-
| placed by MiChaers cnoices, coat aud soft
est Shippers. The wanderers had done full
Justice to n plentiful meal and a Jug of
fragrant punch now steamed upon he hob
aud was laid uuder frequent Contributions,
while Richard Fay told the story of thirt v
years wandering, and The brothers found
| how It had come tn pass that, each think
! ing the other dead, they had lived their
lives, aud married and buried their dear
ones, being sometimes but a few miles
| apart, and yet as distant as though severed
! 10y the grim DIvider himself And LiIysa
| ON Il cushion AT her grandfather's feet, a
| picture of quiet happiness, and sang sweet
songs to please the two old men, while
| Michael lovingly traced in her soft features
fanciful likeuesSes TO his lost Nelly, the
strange similarity of the sweet voice a ding
| the tender Illusion. Aud surely no happier
/ family pariy was gathered together in dll
Englsud- on that Christmasti6e, than that
| little group round Michael Fray's quiet
! firesidr
well, grandfather, dear" said Lily,
after Il pause, won't you believe in mira
| cles now -
"My daIling." said ;he old man. with
his voice broken with emotion, ''God for
give me for having over doubted Him.
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