The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-07-25

snow. The old man shvered in his thin
garments, but Dorette trudged blithely
on in the warm cloak Of her neighbor.
A fire still glowed in the CRATE and the
old cat purred q welcome. For some
time they sat in silence gazing at the
red Goals, Dorette with "a look half of
trouble half Of rapture.
"Well, Dorette, art thou thinking of
the lady who sang so wonderfully
Some day, Of course, thou will sing like
herr
Rather would | sit in thy old place,
grandfather, and help to make the beau
tiful music"
Rather than be the famous prima
donna, who got as much money for
song or two as half the great orchestra
together?"
II care not; ! would play in the or
chestra. Tomorrow, dear grandfather,
| will begin the VIOLIN
The childs eyes glowed in the fire.
light, and she looked earnestly up to the
old mans face.
'Thou art like my Carl, Dorette. Oh,
my child! if thy father had but liyedm
81 will practice so much. grandfath-
er. | will do what my father would have
done"
"But thou art girl, Dorette--thou
art but girl. And God help thee when
! am gone"
"When thou art gone, grandfather"
with look of alarm
when | am goner'
cart thou going far, and soon? And
wilt thou be long away?"
Every fart may be soon-and |
shall De long away?'
"Oh, grandfather do not leave me!
1t is true, | am only girl; but will
be so good to thee, A girl can get thy
supper and mend thy coat and loUe thee.
Everything will do for thee, only so
thou wilt not leave me"
Hush, Dorette, my child; thou art
indeed good to me. All will be well.
But it is late. Kiss thy old grandfath.
er, meine ieibchen, and sleep we'll"
'Dorette slept in her bed the fire
burned low; the old man still sat by the
hearth, dark shadows gathering about
him. Once he took the phial from his
pocket and gazed at it a long time
Then he arose, and unlocking desk in
corner brought out thick manu-
script He leaned with il toward the
CRATE, drew back, then suddenly threw
it upon the Goals. The waning fire
caught the paper eagerly. The flames
of the funeral pyre leaped high, and up
the chimney in smoke and cinders fled
the dream of a lifetime, perhaps to some
blessed region of compensation where
untried harmonies shall have hear
ing.
He took up his violin. few wild and
dissonant strokes and he passed into the
theme of the andante. 1t sounds like
the farewell to all one loved or hoped
for. Now he buries his face in his
hands, now he looks wistfully TOWARD
the the l Little sleeper, now he begin, anew
again he repeats passage, phrase, meas
ure. 1t is like psalm of David to the
soul of the player, a majestic peace
glows upon his worn face and trans.
figures it.
"Sleep, my little one" said he atlast;
"thy grandfather will not forksake thee.
He will await Gods time" And he
emptied the phial upon the ashes.
The fire won't out; the old cat crept
closer to Ay, masters feet. Outside the
shutters creaked, and the wind moaned
with strange, varying cadence; above it
rose the sound of the violin as the old
man played on. Dorette, in her dreams,
still sits in the lofty gallery the gor-
geous lights before her eyes and the
heavenly music sounding
The bitter night had waned; the wind
was still; the snow lay deep in the city's
streets That morning at the theatre
the spruce young conductor was out OF
all patience because old Schmitt, first
violin, was not on time atrehearsal. He
had talk with the manager and it was
decided to drop Schmitt
But where was hep The sun shone
brightly into the little upper chamber.
In her cot Dorette still slept the rosy
sleep of the wearied child. In his chair,
with violin against his breast, the old
man slept the sleep of the wearied soul.
Thus Frau Diefenbach found them when
she came up that morning on friendly
thoughts intent.
Old Schmitt had got his last dismiss
sal.
-EmtlyJeweH Royal, IN orr Continent