Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-04-16

dlsuse, did not detect anything radically wrong.
They heard q succession of grand chords. a
suggestion OF Paradise, melodies here and there,
"see him counter with his left,7 said an old
rough, enrapture6.
49,, he {, calls the turn every time on the upper
stack OF chips in his hand
Tne player wandered off into the old ballads
lie hac heard ut home. All the sad and melan.
dreams OF childhood. this unknown player
Grew from the keys. Els hand kneaded their
nearls IKE dough. and squeezed out the tears
one upon the other, they saw their homes OF the
long ago reared again; they were playing once
more wnere the apple blossoms sank through
the soft air 70 join the volets on the green turf
CT the old New England states; they saw the
glories OF the Wisconsin naples and the haze OF
the indian summer blending tneir hues to-
gelher; they saw the heather OF the Scottish
bills the white ellis of the Briton. and heard
the sullen roar OF the sea as 1t beat upon their
memories vaguely.
Then came all the Old Christmas carols. sncb
as they had sung In church thirty years before:
the subtle music that brings up the gllmmer of
wax tapers, tie solemn shTlnes, the evergreen.
noly. mlstletoe and supplied ehoirs. Then
the remorseiess performer planted his final
st9b liz every heart with Home, Sweet Home, y
Nhen the player ceased the crowd skunk
s,s ron on him; There WAS no more regelry
eItHenC LETT In his audience. Each man want ei
TO sneak OF to his cabin, and write the Old folks
a ietter. TIE day was breaking as the last man
iell the place, and the player, laying his head
ooWn on the piano, fell asleep.
81 say, pard," said Goskin, don't you want
q little Iest?p
~ feel tired" the old man said. "Perhaps
or 2"
He walked behind the bar, where some old
plaI kets were lying, and stretched himself
upon them.
Il feel pretty sick. Iguees woa't last long.
I've got brother down La the ravine-his
names Drtscoll. He don't know I'm here. Can't
you get lin 6eeore morning; I'd like to see his
Goskin started up at the mention Of the name.
He knew DrfScOli well.
HE your brother? I'll have him here In hall
an hour"
can pressed bis hand to his side and groaned.
Goskin, heard the word Hurry and sped
down the ravine to Driscolls cabin.
Ie was quite light liz the room when the two
men returned Driscoll was pale as death.
my Godl hope he's alive! wronged him
when We lived Ia England, twenty years ago y
They saw the Ole man lad drawn the bIan-
ketS over his face. The two stood moment.
aWed by the thought that he might be dead
Goskin lifted the blanket and pulled it down
astonished. There was no one there!
Gone cried Driscoll, wildly.
"Gone.' echoed GoSkin, pulling out his cash
drawer. "Ten thousand dollars in the sack,
and the Lord knows how much loose change Ia
the draTeT!"
The next day the boys got out, followed a
horses tracks through the snow, and lost them
In the trail leading toward Phoebe.
There was man missing from the camp. II
was the tnree-card monte man, who used to
deny polnt-blank that he could not play the
scale. One day they found wig OF white hair,
and called to mind when the STRANGER mad
pushed those locks back when he LOOKED to-
ward the Ceiling for Inspiration. On the night OF
December "a. lS61.-AyJOnd U.