Milford chronicle., 1885-02-13


tered to seat In the garden, and covered
with confusion, hid his face in his hands.
Wei, l am sure" said Krebbs to
my father, "yOu are an odd man TO take
IN that creature. Why, I Thought he was
in prison, or drowned, or run over"
"You know him, them" asked nv
father, with i'll disguised curiosity.
know him-of course I do. Wbv.
his name is Beze; he is a carpenter bv
trade. But, bless you, he's as mad as a
March hare. Sometime ago our church.
organ was struck by lightning. Beze
came forward at once, and proposed TO
mend 1t, provided the parish furnished
him the materials. As he was known
Tor a good musician and O clever work
man, our cure granted his request. To
work went he; night and day he labored
for at least six weeks. At last the ORGAN
was mended, Bezq struck chord or SO.
and it appeared better than ever. The
day arrived for the first public hearing
OF the renovated instrument the mayor
all the village, in short, was present
and Beze himself did not fail to appear
attlred as usual in blue. Blue is his |
color He made some VOW or other. |
years ago, to the Virgin, never to wear /
any other but her colors-blue and
white. l tell you he is crazy. But to
return to the organ. When our old
organist began to play upon it. not a
sound would it produce-excspt when
he pulled the new stop ont. on went
the organ, 1OhOO 1Ohce, and then it set TO
| squeaking and whistling like mad. The
girls began to laugh, the mayor to swear.
and the cure grew furious. Beze is a
fool-B. 70 is an idiot-he has ruined
the organ cried every one. and soon
amid the derision of the CONGREGATION.
your friend left the church. Strange to
say, since that day we have never again !
Sect he creature; but our organ is com
pletely spoilt, and remains dumb"
Thus spoke merchant RreDbs. !
would hear no more, but hurried ont To C
console my poor friend I found him t
beneath an apple-tree, sitting all forlorn L
his face turned toward the sinking sun.
"Ah my young friend" he said. edo s
You see yon little cloud which obscures 81
the splendor of the sun? So the words 81
OF foolish man may tarnish the fame
Of a genius" cl
"But," I replied, "see, the little e'
cloud has vanished already, and the light lie
OF the sun is but the brighter for the
contrast 10
He smiled. "The cloud that hangs su
over my tarnished name will have to pass &c
away soon, or it will be too late. That ez
organ which [ constructed has a soul We
within it. All my life have labored ha
10 know how to lodge my ideal of music OF
within the compass OF a single instru-
nent. l have done this. The soul is ra
here. But 1 know not how to play upon wi
he organ, and they, in their blind rage, an
yiH not allow me to explain to them.
)h, II l could, before die, but find Sc me
'astlan Bach He would call to life the
oul OF music that lies sleeping in nv les
rgan, and prove to the world that Beze 80
neither mad nor an impostor." ait
My father took no notice of what mer- for
lant Krebbs had said, and when he CIR
'ined us in the garden he entreated in
eze to play for him in the open air. Tn
he Man in Blue played for us a mum nea
er OF national and simple melodies in Gri
lch apathetic manner that several times bre
saw tears in my fathers eyes; at last the
said, rs the musician finished, sire
Friend, though your organ is failure, and
'ur violin is truly heavenly. Stay with tenn
Q yet a while"
My organ is not failure it is the dyil
umph of my life." my
But no one can play on it," upo
One day some one will, and then, I
en-" chill
'WelI, we will say no more about it. nor
me, the supper is ready" And he G
the way in. brov
The next morning the Man in Blue graf
gone. We were sorry for his disap- Ang
rance but soon forgot all about it in heaV
anxiety over the festival which was soul
r at hand. Gluck had promised to
ne, and we were anxious to know with
ON he would stay. Then Bach ar
ID, and dsoon came Graun-illustrious In
nobility of mind inspired Penn
lovely melodies, and with him those a yei
9parable geniuses, Furch and Hass. "Rai
Hamburg sent us Gasman and Tell Di
}. Those who have never even heard to IS
name OF these great composers are the S
familiar with their melodies. Many track
The popular tunes now so much ad- Dick
ed l have heard in my youth fresh incon
the minds Of their original COM clear
rs, free from the tWirls and shakes ment
lslly added to them to disguise their breat
origin. ged (
lese lllustrious persons were as sim arms
ma unostentatious in manners rs it a dog
'ssible to be. They assembled in sible
Hall OF st. Cecilia, and had the No II
ilege of assisting at their rehearsals. pei ol
EN- passed hours listening to their task.
dlscourses on harmony, on keys, Twice
s, and chords. One night Gluck from
ed, for the first time, a portion of wreck
'lphlgenia )" and on another, Bach dragg,
anted us by a performance of his rails,
htful preludes. Bach, somehow or times
;, took fancy to me. He had OBJ col
d the marked attention with which would
ened to the remarks of the differ He !
omposers, and to their music He official
me my name, and who my father and q
and IN answer, growing bold, which
My related all that concerned my and a
1ut also the story Of my Friend in restaur
take h
a organ that no one can play to be
r exclaimed this great composer; of the
that is singular" "Der
at l am sure you can" Use alv
by ?" Dick
'eause l am certain that the man from oil
lade the organ is a great musician, which
gh he cannot play upon it himself was eau
ays upon the VIOLIN" eine. m
well as I do ?" asked Graun. Tied In
STATED, and hung my head I did few bC
: - JNN' 'N JSU "Otiu AOt tnat an
y. would 81
can SP' my D1oy; say the truth "De's
; anu shame the devil Lemme
pays Oetter than you, sir, l TO do !"
put tnen he plays out In the When
ana music sounds better there silent fol
a close ROOM" "Pea
le, lt does; jes' my
masters sad at last, after it, and
iesitation' will any one OF you, was over
cna5ity, Try the organ-the vii The re
nos y, 9ls'ant-and thus justify the were bet
n, an poor un
III myself answered Bach, ION according
: DuG say notnlng about 1t to work VIII
: : On!y 70 your friend, II you him to d.