Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1886-05-13
this tune. 1t is song, called 81 Re
member Thee"


The boy sighed and lifted his lips to
those or the housekeapor then he kiss
ed the little white band of Gladys, aud
was gone.
For long time Gladys used, how
and then, to be awakened from her
sleep by the sound of violin. Listen :
ing, she would hear the air ~ Re
member Thee"
1T is Giaoomo,' she would say. And
tears would fall upon her pillow to
think of the child alone in the dMk
midnight streets.
4 last he came no more.
Come here, little fellow, a musician
had said to him, one night. You are
a genius. And, in the name of Heay'
en-, how do you come by such a violin?'
Then he had talked to the boy, and
it had ended in his taking him abroad
with him. He had called to see Mrs.
Bacon, to tell her what had happened !;
but she was away, and the servant did
not think it worth while to remember
his message.
Fifteen years had passed. In little
room, in small suburban house, sat
an old woman aud young one. No
one who had ever seen Mrs. Bacon
could have failed to recognize her,
though she had aged considerably. The
girl was Gladys de Luce.
Strange things had happened since
those old days when Mrs. Bacon was
her mothers housekeeper. That moth
er, left a widow, had married a rascal,
who had wasted her fortune, and finally
broken her heart.
Gladys had found Mrs. Bacon her
only friend. The old woman had taken
her little savings and kept modest
home for them both in this little cot
tage, while Gladys gave lessons on the
piano 20 young children.
She was no genius, but had had good
masters, and taught patiently.
Tonight she was busy trimming a
pretty though simple bonnet for even
ing wear. Two tickets had been given
her for grand affair. 4 yiOliniSt, ,sa id
to be unequaled, was to appear for the
first time iu Philadelphia. and tickets
were utterly beyond her reach but the
bachelor uncle of one of her pupils had
given her two, which he had intended
to use, but could not, being obliged to
leave town on business.
1t was so kind said Glldys, 'and
we shall enjoy the music, | know. Oh,
Aunty Bacon, do you remember little
Giioomo | believe he WAS a genius.
wonder what became Of the sweet lit
tie fellow
i wish l knew said Mrs. Bacon.
Il do, indeed. | hope it was no harm.
He was a good little fellow, and he
might have stayed in that big house.
His meals would never have been miss
ed by anyone; but your ma wasn't very
apt TO take to poor folks
SO they talked oyer the past, and
Gladys felt herself on the verge of tears
as she recalled the memory Of those
nights in which she was awakened in
her warm bed to hear the little viOlinist
playing II Remember Thee" in the
cold street below her window. She
had never heard anyone else play that
air in all her life.
The night Of the concert came.
Gladys. chaperoned by Mrs. Bacon
took her place in the large room, filled
with fashionable women and men of
society. Tie lights were bright, the
dresses elegant. Great pots Of plants
adorned the Stage. Beyond hung a
rich drapery of cream-cOlored velyet.
IL formed an exquisite background for
the splendid figure and beautiful dark
face of the great musician as he ad-
vanced towards the foot-lights.
He played; none who heard him eyer
forgot. Thunders of applause filled
the hall. He played again amidst a
rapture of silence. Encore followed
encore.
In reply to one Of these he stepped
forward and turned his face towards
the seats in which Gladys and her old
friend sat-his eyes met those of the
girl across the heads Of the other listen
ers. and suddenly she heard music like
revelation from an angels heart, so
sweet, so low, so tender.
Not the less great for its simplicity
was that to which the audience now
listened they did not know the name
of the composition, but Gladys knew.
She had heard it in the street below. her
window many winter night. 1t was
the tune little GlaoOmo had hidden her
keep in mind" Remember Thee. -
Yes, he had remembered, for he saw
her he was playing it to her, and this
was Gidoomo.
Shortly after, an usher brought Mrs.
Bacon card. 1t was from the great
yiolinst, begging them to remain seat
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