The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1882-05-25
Our Young People
Little Pierre.

tasted food. Yet he sat humming,
to keep up his spirits Still at
times he thought of his loneliness
and hunger, and could scarcely
keep the tears from his eyes, for be
knew nothing would be so grateful
to his poor invalid mother as good
sweet orange, and yet he had not
penny in the world.
The little song he was singing
was his own-one he had compose
with air and words-for the child
was a genius.
He went to the window, and look
ing out saw man putting up {
great bill with yellow letters, an
nouncing that Madame Malibrar
would sing that night in public.
20, if l could only go!' thought
little Pierre; and then, pausing {
moment, he clasped his hands; his
eyes lighted with a new hope. Run
ming to the little stand he smooth
ed down his yellow curls, and tax
ing from a little box some ole
stained paper, gave one eager glance
at his mother, who slept, and ran
speedily from the house.
WHO did you say is waiting for
me-" said Madame to her servant
Il am already worn out with com.
pany."
1T is only a very pretty little
boy with yellow curls, who says il
he can just see you he is sure you L
not be sorry, and he will not KEEP
you a moment"
30, well, let him Gomez said the
beautiful singer, with a smile; 81
can never refuse children"
Little Pierre came in, his hat I'm
der his arm, and in his hand lit
tie roll of paper. With manliness
unusual for a child, he walked
straight to the lady, and bowling
said:
Il came to see you because my
mother is very sick, and we are too
poor to get food and medicine.
thought that perhaps if you would
only sing my little song at some o
your great grand concerts maybe
some publisher would buy it for ;
small sum, so l could get food anC
medicine for my mother"
The beautiful woman rose from
her seat. Very tall and stately sht
was. She took the little roll of pa
per from his hand, and light.
hummed the air.
did you compose itF' she aske,
you a child! And the words
Would you like to come to my con
cert?" she asked.
80, yesr' and they boys eye
grew bright with happiness; "but
couldn't leave my mother"
Il will send somebody to tax
care of your mother for the eve
ning, and here is a crown, wit
which you may go and get food ant
medicine Here is, also, one of m,
tickets. Come tonight; that viii
admit you to a seat near me-"
Almost beside himself with JOY
Pierre bought some oranges, anC
many a little luxury besides, and
carried them home to the poor inva
lid, telling her, not without tears, o
his good fortune.
When evening came, and Pierre
was admitted to the concert hall, he
felt that never in his life had he
been in so grand place. The mu-
sic, the myriad of lights, the beauty,
the flashing diamonds and the rust
ling of silk, bewildered his eyes and
brain.
At last she came, and the child
sat with his glance riveted ON her
glorious face. Could he believe
that the grand lady, all blazing with
Jewels, and whom everybody seemed
to worship, would really sing his
little song?
BreathIess he waited. The band,
he whole band, struck up a little
Dlaintive melody; he knew it, and
,lapped his hand foI joy. And o,
low she sang it? 1t was so simple,
10 mournful; many blight eye
limmed with tears, and naught
,ould be heard but the touching
words of that little song-O. so
cry touching!
Pierre walked home as if he were
moving in the air. What cared he
or money now? The greatest sing |
r in all Europe had sung his little |
ong, and thousand had wept at his
-rief.
The next day he was frightened |
t a visit from Madame Mahbran. |
he laid her hands on his yellow
urls, and, turni ing to the sick wO-
IAN, she said:
Your little boy, madame, has
rought you a fortune. was of
cred this morning, by the best pub
sher in London, $500 for his little
Ong. and after he has realized a GER
ain amount from the sale, little
'ierre is to share the profits. Mad
me, thank God that your son has a
lift from heaven"
The noble hearted singer and
he poor woman wept together. As
, Pierre, always mindful of Him
no watches over the tried and
he knelt down by his
Others bedside and uttered a sim
lie but eloquent prayer, asking
DDS blessing on the kind lady
no had deigned to notice their
fiiction.
The memory Of that prayer made
lie singer even more tender hearted
Id she who was the idol of Eng
nd's nobility went about doing ,
,od. And in her early, happy !
,ath, he who stood by her bed and
noothed her pillow. and lighted !
T last moments by his undying !
lection, was little Pierre of former 1
Iys-now rich, accomplished, and
e most talented composer of the =
y.
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