The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-09-27

: heart before thee. Thou hast saved thy-
self q world of wandering, and gained
life of ease. g.. . -. =. y
The one green spot in the jmagnate's
heart holds o memory which Oarl's play.
ing has brought to life. Again he is
young "A student-and in the twilight
| stands waiting for the song of the young.
peasant coming home from her work
The song comes naares, and when into
her pathway he steps with outstretched
arms, he laughs joyously to see the hap,
incss spring up in her eyes, = i, ,f'H&
Yet fate had come between. It was
not fit that the only son Of rich old Bur:
gomaster Van Gruisen should wed with
q peasant; 80 he had come away at his
fathers bidding, leaving behind his heart
among the green country lanes where
dwelt the impetuous little soul through
whose veins ran the fire of the Soutb.
ALI, God, how he had suffered Suf.
fered as his father, with his 'phlepmatic
temperament, could not even dream.
He had pined 80 that his studies and
whole life grew distasteful; then, at
length, the father had relented, consented
grudgingly to his sons wearing tho
little field flower where he had hoped to
place q rare exotic.
Not waiting for anght beyond bare
consent, the son started forth, eager to
gain that so long denied. Alas, he came
to1 late. Elspeth had been but foolish
maid, the neighbors said, to love the
burgomasters soma foolish maid to
have Taught to soy to tho village lads :;
and when the young stranger left, Just
| seemed to lose ell heart, and one day
came home i'll with n fever.
| 80 while the stern old man debated.
! Death stepped in and gathered tho wild
daisy OF his sons heart and when he
came the grass was already green on hor
| grave, Snd he could but take away with
him the memory of what had been. and
the knowledge that of the two hearts
thus sundered, one had broken.
Long years went by, and the old bur
| gomaster died. When his son succeeded
| him, he had married boxum, uuim-
| pressionable dame, who brought with
her a dover of gold and linen.
She ruled his house, attended to his
| wants, and of the two daughters born of
the marriage, had seen that they both
were well versed in those things n good
housewife should know.
They were too much like their mother
| ever to interest him mucn, and his heart
| sometimes yearned for son to bear his
name, but none had come.
Carl little guessed, as he ended his
playing, Of oil the thoughts he had con-
jured up in the burgomaster's brain.
| "Well, lad, thou hast gift, thee and
thy fiddle, of bringing old-time music
is it p"
Carl Mueller; and I have neither
home nor friends, save those we win to.
gether, my fiddle and T."
"Thou hast not? Somuch the better,
for now thou canst have both. Wilt
thou be son to mo? Thou shalt be
taught, and if thou art clever, rs I take
thee to be, one day from out thy little
black fiddle thou shalt draw music that
will make all hearts thine"
Gould Carl believe his own senses ?
He hardly knew what to say. What
was this life promised him? No more
wandering, sleeping where he might,
tired, and often supperless. The tears
stood in his eyes, then quickly seizing
the burgomaster's hand, he kissed it.
Yes, the fiddle; the little old black
thing 80 contemptuously spoken of by
the townsfolk, had gained for Carl what
money could never have done-a place
in the burgomaster's heart.
At first the little peasant lad, with his
strange tongue and odd ways, had been
n sore trial to the burgomaster's wife ;
yet the lad, being gentle and lovnble,
had won place for himself in the
household: and when, after his days
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