The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1880-01-29
What does it matter, after all? It's

| gave the lie to her pious falsehood;'
dare say it is not so very bad, and some
thing may happen to prevent it even
now"
"What can happen, short of a miracle
/ in these deserted streets p
'Well, let us hope for the miracle
then, dear. God has never quite deserted
us in our deepest troubles, and l don't
believe he will forsake us now
As she spoke she drew her shawl more
closely around her, shivering in spite of
herself under the cold blast, which
seemed to receive 10 check from her
scanty coverings. Again the pair crept
on, and passing beneath the lofty wall OF
st. Winifred's church, stood beneath it
for temporary shelter from the driving
wind and snow. While SO standing they
caught the faint sounds OF the organ
solemnly pealing within.
.sNoble music,' said the old man as
the final chords died away; ''noble mu-
sic ana a soul in the playing. That man,
whoever he may be, should have gen.
Gus heart.
aHush, grandfather, said the girl,
she is beginning to play again.
Scarcely had, the music commenced,
however, than the pair gazed at each
other in breathless surprise.
"l4ily, darling, DO you hear what he is
playing, do you hear what he IS play
ing ?'' said the old man in an excited
whisper.
"a strange coincidence" the girl re-
piled.
"Strange! it is more than strange.
Lily, darling, who could play that song :?
The melody came to an end and all
was silence. There was a moments
pause and then, as if by common i'm
pulse, the old man drew his bow across
the strings and the girls sweet voice
caroled forth the second verse OF the
song. Scarcely had they ended when a
door opened at the foot Of the church
tower Just beside the them, and Michael
FRAY. bareheaded, with his scanty locks
, blown about by the winter wind, stood
t beforesthem. He hurried forward and
then stood still, shamefaced, bewlldered
The song had called up the vision OF
gallant young sailor, full OF life and
| health, as Michael had seen his brother
for the last time on the day when he
sailed on his fatal voyage. He had hur-
t ried forth forgetting the years that had
| passed, full of tender memories Of happy
boyish days; to find, alas, only couple
of wandering beggars, singing for bread.
, vainIy to master his emotion; you D''Hs
q song lust now which-whicb-a song
which was a favorite of dear friend OF
mine many years ago. Will you-win
T YOU tell me whore you got it ?"
"By the best of all titles SIR the old
o fiddler answered, drawing himself uI
e with a touch of artistic pride; 81 wrote
! it myself, words and music both
o NAY, sir" said Michael sternly, 'yol
d rob the dead. A dearly loved brother o
=. mine wrote that song forty years ago.
d "Wen, upon my word y said the oil
m fiddler, waxing wroth--'then your broth
" or must have stolen it from NE Wha
might this precious brothers name be
~ pray?"
ne can honest name, name I am prou
6, to speak," said Michael, firing up in h
en- turn: .shis name was Richard Fray"
he The old street musician staggered
th if he had received blow.
ad "What!" he exclaimed, peering cage
or " into the others face; "then you a
ar, nv brother Michael, for I am Rlcha
I'M Fray!"
IN An hour later and the brothers so lo
'ot parted, so strangely brought togeth'
S. we're seated round a roaring fire IN MIC
'ts' ael Fray's quaint, three cornered parl'
ar Nichaers stores had been ransacked
old warm, dry clothing for the wandere
OF Drawers long closed, yielding WI
ped opened sweet scent OF lavender,
'lly containing homely skirts and bodic
'ee' kept still in loving memory OF little n
nm gave up their treasures for Lily's bene
lelr and Richard Fray's snow-sodden clotl
I've. were replaced by Michaels choicest
'uld and softest slippers. The wanderers
arm done full justice to a plentiful meal,
sssl- jug of fragrant punch now steamed
oent on the hob, and was laid under frequ
and contributions, while Richard Fray
on the story of thirty years wandering,
3 by the brothers found how it had com
very pass that. each thinking the other d.
/ at they had lived their lives and MARI
der and buried their dear ones, being SC
nan. times but few miles apart, and yt
the distant as though severed by the
came Divider himself. And Lily sat o
poor cushion at her grandfather feet,
n 10 ture of quiet happiness, and sang 8
silent songs to please the two old men, v
ana Michael lovingly traced in her soft
lures fanciful liAenesses to his lost \
JONI the strange similarity of the sweet
lar. aiding the tender Illusion. And 81
1t ali; no happier family party was gath
to- together in al. England on that Cl
mas tide than the little group r
= oi.- Michael Fray's quiet freside.
'e. "Well, grandfather, DEAR" said
Of it, ,eso ssuor,t ror bel;eva in
ggled aaras nova,
~ '.1 ''My darling" said the old man,
7self - hroIo, with emotion
S; and - mo for having avar do,
slept ua, or
tender
S my "Now GOOD digestion wait on apr
d man and health on both.-Shakespeare.
The hast way To obtain rnnd die