Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1883-07-07

coin and tossed II toward the GOV.

lake thai he cred. and stop youI
whimpering You have got &c business to
play your music in the PUBLIC street. You're
a be.gar and a nuisance.
Eu, in an instant, with flashing eyes and
head thrown proudly back, the little street
Arab had thrown the money back.
You think you can pay me thus he re
piled, in frer zied tones. 1T is who owe you
a debt | ye' Will live to zee wiped out
They stood one instant locking steadily
into each others eyes-One the senior OF
the other some three or four years, tall and
powerful, clad in brOadcloth and fine linen
--one a little, shrinking lad, his ragged
clothes despatched with the mud Of the
streets.
At this moment an open carriage rolled
by, but the little girl seated within It had
with her quick eyes, discovered something
amiss.
She had seen the diada;nful return of the
rejected coin; she had heard the boy
words; she had marked the traces OF a pas
%sionate grief upon his face; and, with 6
hasty com m TO the coacilman to stop
she called him to her.
What are you about to do, Miss SelmaY
questioned the lady with her, her govern
ess.
Nothing naughty, dear Mis-, Irwin she
replied. This poor boy-see, his violin !!
broken. am sorry for him"
The lad had slowly approached the car
riage, in obedience to her command blu
there was no light in his face, no eager
ness in his step.
How did this happen?' asked the little
girl.
Carl looked up. Was this an angel who
spoke to him? BE had never seen any on
half so lovely. Her hair loated down he
on it was a white hat, with q long whit
plume dropping far down behind her eye
were like two purple pansies; ON her chez.
was the flush Of the sunrise her lips wer
as red rs the carnation, though they quis
cred with her unspoken sympathy.
The boy held up the broken pieces of hi
violin.
1T wa my all" he said. II shall starv
now, but | am glad of that for | did nc
love it only that it brought me bread.
loved it loved it because it talked to M
and with 1t | was never lonely"
but cannot you buy another p
Il have no money, Miss. | can nevt
make enough, since this has gone. | IA
hoped one day to buy something bette
than this, but now the day will new
come"
A shade of thoughtfullness crept over Il
sweet, fair face. In the little gloved han
she held a tiny purse, and within it. thr'
bright, glittering gold pieces shone. The
were to purchase a coveted doll, her 70,
fathers birthday gift.
She turned hastily to her govorness.
Please, Miss Irwin, do you think pal
would be displeased if l do not ouy II
doll? No, mol know he would not"
Then. waiting for nc reply, she press
the purse into the boys hands.
go. buy your v%iolen,' she said. :,
you must not return this rs you return
the other money; but some day, when y
are q great musician. you shall repay II
Who knows2 You may play at my We
ding"
And, with a little laugh. as the carria
started forward, the child, with o wave
her hand, disappeared.
The boy stood motionless, wrapped in
s1rt of ectscy. No doubt tina; q verital
angel had visited him crossed his mi
Had he been dreaming No for will
his hand lay the dainty little purse. Op,
ing it almost with reverence, the shinni
pieces Of gold met bis gaze but sone,hi
else as well-a little piece o. paste boa
and upon it written a name and address
The lad lifted it to his lips.
Its another debt | owe" be said soG
10 ~shim.elf.
Ten years later, and IN a bright sta
night in January, the New York Acade
of Music WAS filled from pit to dome. T
great violnist. Herr Carl Sieberg. was
appear. He was very young. no, TWEEN
three, the critics said. and yet he had res
ed the zenith of his fame. A great "
of applause greeted him as he came