The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1883-09-26

bcl WIN vi ""hu'iAb, uhu khlueu
life OF ease,
The one green spot IN the magnates
heart holds memory which CArl'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 naarer, and when into
her pathway he stops with outstretched
arms, he laughs ioyously 10 see the hap.
mess spring up in her eyes,
Yet fate had come between. It was
not fit that the only son of rich old nur-
gomastor Van Cruiser should wed with
peasant 50 he he,, come away ut his
fathers bidding, leaving behind lis heart
among The green country lanes whers
dwelt the impetuos lttlc Soul through
whose Veins ran the fire Of the South
a., Hrd, Row he had suffered ! Suf.
Tered AS his father, with his phlcgmatic
temperament could not even dream.
lie had pined so thai lis studies and
whole fife grew distastcful; then, at
length, the father had rclentcd, consented
pOdginPly to his sons wearing The
little field flower where he had hoped to
place rare exotic,
Not waiting for aught beyond a bare
consent the son started forth, eaRes to
gain that so long denied. Alss, lie came
to1 late. Elspctb he'd 1oen but foolish
maid, lie neighbors said, to love the
| burgDmasters son-a foolish maid 10
have nanght TO say TO the village lads !;
and whan the young stranger left. Just
seemed TO lose all heart, and one day
came home i'll with fever.
So While the stern old man debated.
Death stepped in and gathered the wild
daisy of his sons heart and when he
came The grass WAS already green on her
grave. md he could but take away with
him the memory Of What had been. and
the knowledge that Of the two heart,
thus sundcrcd. one had broken,
Long years went by, and the old bur
goma,tcr died. When his son succeeded
him he had married a boSum, unim.
questionable dame, who brought with
her dover of gold and linen.
She nj 4 hM house, attended to hi.
wants, and Of the two daughtu,r born 81
the marriage, had sccn ,iiat they bntl
we're well vcr-ca In those things good
housewife should know.
They were too much lihc Their mother
ever 10 interest him mucn, and his heart
sometimes yeMncd for son to bear his
name, but none had come.
Carl little guessed, "a he ended his
playing, Of all the thoughts he had con
Iurcd up IN the burgomaster's brain.
swell, lad, thou hast gift, thee an(
thy fiddle, OF bringing old-iime music
into my hcur,. Thou hast name. Villa
is ilr"
"Carl Mueller; and I have ncithc
home nor friends, save those We win 10
gethcr, my fiddle and J..
"rhpu hast not? Somuch the better
for now thou canst have both. WI
thou be a son 10 mcp Thou shalt b
taught, aud il thou ART clcYer, M ! taxi
thee {, he, one day from out thy it'll
black fiddle thou shalt draw music tha
| VIII fnnkr nv hearts thine.
Could Carl believe his own senses
He hardly knew what to say. Wha
was this life promised him9 No NOR
wandering, sleeping where he might
tired, and often suppcrlcsa The tear
stood in his eyes, then quickly sciZin
the burgomastcr's hand, he kissed it.
Yes, the fiddle the little old hlac
thing so contcmpIuonsly spoken Of b
, the townslolk, had gained for Carl wh'
money could never have donc-a plac
in the burPomuscrs heart
At first the little peasant lad, with IA
d strange tongnc and odd ways, Ind bee
n sore trial TO the burgomaItcr's wifi,
| yet the lad, being gentle and lovabl
had won n place for himself in Il
, household; and when, after his day
studies were over, he sat back in n 60
r ncr softly playing the melodies MS the
sprang up In his heart, the active han,
would drop their knitting, and the gil
tcring needles lay quiet in the lap of Il
busy housewife.
SO time went by, and the little lad w
sent up TO one of the great city consc
vatorics to follow his calling.
, He had not been idle; even the duI
est parts Of his studies were pleasur
| and day after day he worked avn
/ through very love Of his art, and tn
i the dear old burgomastcr might sce i
h Kindness had not been misplaced.
Thus Carl grew, until when, ut lcngt
4 having wrought out all the themes
a The great masters he babe the pin
o adieu, carrying with him only the blo'
/. fiddle
' or how he went fiom city to city an
land to land, swaying with his mag
|, touch of the bow tho throngs who can
10 hear, | cannot tell you. ... ..
Yet to-day there is not crowned hen
IN Europe who has not listened to I'll
little PEASANTS playing, and showerc
upon him gifts and medals. Through
all, Carl's heart is true TO the mcmor
Of the whitc.haircd old man in far q
Germany, who calls him his son, IN
who, almost as much MS the lad himself
prizes the old black fiddle which Ina
won for him all this honor. u...
IL As there comes 10 him in loving lnr
q guage news of each iresh triumph, tea,
dim his eyes, and his mind recalls I'll
:, time when the townsfolk had sail Il
!, stranger lad must part with his tiddl
J., and he, claspng it the closer, cried ou
n "Nein. nem it is my heart r.
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