The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-09-27
WENT OUT THAT WAY.

Bull and have orezfne0 encnantmen under the divine spell Of Wilhelmj, but l was a rude back-woodsman who melted my heart with music and poured it warm upon my gio~ing soul. Several years ago, during a vacation from my weari some duties. visited an old friend whe years before had settled among the Ozarl mountains. Luke Williamson, my friend was delighted to sec me, and when looked upon his quaint home there among the gray mountains, and heard the laughter ofhi children and saw the health-bloom on his wife's cheeks, re. tented of my former harsh decision and declared that his retirement from a lie whose activity could bring much anxiesy and but little pleasure was just move.
 One evening, shortly afser my arrival, Williamson said: "l have great treat in store for you. Not a great distance from here, in cavity under great rock, there lives the most remarkasie man l have ever seen. He was born and brought up among these hills, and has never seen a town, yet think that he is the greatest violinist in the world.
 No doubt of it." l replied. "l sup pose he can play the traditional Nigger on the wood.pile or Chicken in the bread.trough with grea, skill"
 "I am no: testing, judge
 "You surely cannot be in earnest"
 "Yes, am. think nat he is the greatest violiniss that ever lived. Very few people have heard him. Once, while passing his odd hab;tation, heard him and was thrilled. entered, and he ceased playing. begged him to con- tinue, but he refused. Af,er that, spent a year in gaining his confidence. Now, nothing pleases him more than 10 play for me. have sent for him. He will be here presently"
 While my friend was still speaking sn the subject which SO much interested him, the furious barking of the dogs without informed us of an arrival. MT. Williamson went out and soon returned, escorting a tall, lean, ungainly man, whom he introduced as Mir. Darby Mon- roe. was pleased to see that the visitor had brought his violin, which he did not relineuish, for, with an uncomfortable air, he sat, holding the instrument on his lap. could not see ray of intelligence in his face. His large brown eyes were dull and heavy, and lis voice, when he made some laoonic reply to question, did not bespeak soul where music dwelled.
 "The greares, piece which Darby plays, 1 have called Emotion, said my friend. Darby, give us Emotion please"
 Without replying or locking up, he raised the violin to his shoulder and be- gan. In a moment, his dull eyes were orbs of living light, and his face, so bar ren of expression before, looked like the rich painting of a grand old master. The music had upon me such peculiar ef- feet. that l began to smile. fel; ashamed, but looking a, Williamson and his wife l saw that they were smiling. Another strain, and we burst inte laughter. l never laughed SO in my life. roared; l fell on the floor and rolled. Another strain, arose and resumed my seat. Tears began to tzickle down my face and l began to sob. Williamson came over to me, leaned on my shoulder and wept bitterly. Mrs. Williamson sobbed as though her heart would break, and from the adjoining room, where the children lad been playing, came the piteous walls of gnef. Another stISin. Again we were laughing. Williamson seized his hat and struck me with it and punched him in the ribs and whooped. A crock jar was knocked from the table, and un- conscious of any ,reaehesy on the part of the earthsnware, Williamson tod upon it and was thrown down while 1, catching my foot in the jar as it vas rolling past me. stumbled and fell head long on the floor. The violin ceased, and gashezing ourselves from ludiczous positions and assuming possures of civ- ilizasioD, we looked .. each other in as- tooishmsnt. kne~ not what to say. Williamson had told me the truth. When at last we had become calm again, l turned to Darby and said:
 "You are more than a great genius. You control mans emotions like . blow man contTols his horse. Whence comes this wonderful power Y
 The light was dying from his eyes his face was lesing ias expression.
 |" It's my soal,' . he replied. "lt will