The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1886-02-24

though simple bonnet for evening wear.
Two tickets had been given her for a grand
affair. A violinist said to be unequalled,
was to appear for the first time in America,
and tickets were utterly beyond her reach;
but the bachelor uncle of one of her pupils
had given her two, which he had intended
% use, but could not, boing obliged to
leave the city on business.
1t was so kind" said Gladys, and we
will enjoy the music know. Oh, Aunty
Bacon, do you remember little Giacomo? l
believe he was genius. I wonder what
became of the sweet little fellow"
81 wish knew" said Mrs. Bacon. al
do, indeed. hope it was no harm. He
was good little fellow, and he might have
stayed in that big house. His meals would
never have been missed by any one; but
your ma wasn't very apt to take to poor
folks"
So they talked over the past, and Gladys
felt herself on the verge of tears, as she re-
called the memory of those nights in which
she was awakened in her warm bed to hear
the little yiolinist playing, I'm Remember
Thee, in the cold street below her window.
She had never heard any one else play that
air in all her life.
The night of the concert came. Gladys,
chaperoned by Mrs. Bacon, took her place
n the large room, filed with fashionable
women and men of society. The lights
we're bright, the dresses elegant. Great
pots of plants adorned the stage. Beyond
hung rich drapery of cream-colored velvet.
It formed an exquisite background for the
splendid figure and beautiful, dark face Of
the great musician, as he advanced toward
tho footlights.
He played; none who heard him ever
forgot. Thunders of applause filed the
hall. He played again amidst a rapture of
silence. Encore followed encore.
In reply to one of these, he stepped for
ward and turned his face toward the seats
in which Gladys and her old friend sat-his
eyes met those of the girl across the heads
of the other listeners, and suddenly she
heard .usic like revelation from an an.
gels heart, so sweet, go low, so tender. Not
the less great for its simplicity WAS that to
which the audience now listened they die
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 Giacomo had
hidden her keep in mind -" I'll Remember
Thee" Yes, he had remembered; for he
saw her-he was playing 1t to her, and this
was Giacomo.
Shortly after, an usher brought Mrs. b.
con card. 1t was from the great violinist,
begging them to remain seated after the
performance.
That night they drove to their humble
abode in his carriage. He held hand o.
each.
But for your gift, never should have
been what am, he said to Gladys; and
then he spoke of the old times, of the little
cakes Mrs. Bacon had given him, and Of
the kindness which had kept him from. suf-
fering when he was left an orphan. ibid
you ever hear me play beneath your win
dow ?" he asked Gladys; and she answer
ed
Oh, yes have always remembered
how used to cry for you there in the lone
ly street."
Poor little fiddler" said the great man.
II can hardly believe it was Il Yet here
beats the same heart and remember, it is
to you owe it ALL"