The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-01-02

AAuuAy uPOu us upS ana IO1Q nm 10 say no further, for they had always been and always would be brother and sister. So Ludwig never spoke his love after that, and Eloise and he were as brother and sister-but the love of her always grew within him, and he had no thought but of her.
 And now. when Eloise and Herman were wed, Ludwig feigned that he had received a message from a rich relative in distant part of the kingdom bidding him come thither, and Ludwig went from the village and was seen no more.
 When the hurgomaster died all h,s possessions went to Herman and Eloise, and they were accounted the richest folk in the province, and so good and chari- table were they that they were beloved by all. Meanwhile Herman had risen to greatness in the army, for by his valorous exploits he had become general and he was much endeared to the king. And Eloise and Herman lived in a great castle in the midst of a beautiful park, and the people came and paid them rev. erence there.
 And no one in all these years spoke of Ludwig. No one thought of him. Ludwig was forgotten. And so the years went by.
 It came to pass, however, that from a far distant province there spread the fame or musician so great that the king sent for him to visit the court. No one knew the musicians name nor whence he came, for he lived alone and would not speak of himself; but his music was so tender and beautiful that 1t was called heart music, and he himself was called the Master" He was old and bowed with infrmities, but his music was always of youth and love; it touched every heart with its simplicity and pathos, and all wondered how this old and broken man could create so much of tenderness and sweetness on these themes.
 But when the king sent for the Master to come to court the Master returned him answer: "No, am old and feeble. To leave my home would weary me unto death. Let me die here as have lived these long years, weaving my music for hearts that need my solace.
 Then the people wondered. But the king was not angry; in pity he sent the Master purse of gold, and bade him come or not come, as he willed. Such honor had never been shown any subject in the kingdom, and all the people were dumb with amazement. But the Master gave the purse of gold to the poor of the village wherein he lived.
 In those days Herman died, full of honors and years, and there was grea, lamentation in the land, for Herman was beloved by all. And Eloise wept unceasingly and would not be comforted.
 On the seventh day after Herman had been buried there came to the castle in the park an aged and bowed man who carried in his white and trembling hands violin. His kindly face was deeply wrinkled, and venerable beard swept down upon his breast. He was weary and footsore, but he needed not the words of pity bestowed on him by all who be- held him tottering on his way. He knocked boldly at the castle gate and de- manded to be brought into the presence of Eloise.
 And Eloise said: "Bd him enter perchance his music will comfort my breaking heart"
 Then, when the old man had come in. to her presence, behold! he was the Master aye, the Master whose fame was in every land, wAose heart-music was on every tongue.
 "If thou art indeed the Master" said Eloise, " let thy music be balm to my chastened spirit"
 The Master said: "Aye, lady, will comfort thee in thy sorrow, and thy heart shall be stayed and great joy will come to thee"
 Then the Master drew his bow across the strings, and To forthwith there arose such harmonies as Eloise had never heard before. Gently, persuasively, they stole upon her senses and filled her soul with an ecstasy of peace.
 "Is it Herman that speaks to me ?" cried Eloise.
 "It is his voice that hear, and it speaks to me of love. Why thy heart music, O Master, all the sweetness of his life comes back to comfort me
 The Master did not pause l: as he played, it seemed as if each tender word and caress of Herman's life were stealing back on music's pinions to soothe the wounds that death had made.
 It is the song of our love life" mur- mured Eloise. "How full of memories it is-what tenderness and harmony and, oh what peace it brings! But tell me, Master, what means this minor chord-this undertone of sadness and of pathos that flows like deep, unfathom- able current throughout it all and wailing weaves itself about thy theme of love and happiness with its weird and subtle inAu- ences?
 Then the Master said: ct is that shade of sorrow and sacrifice, O lady, that ever makes the picture of love more glorious. An undertone of pathos has been my part in all these years to sym metrize the love of Herman and Eloise The song of thy love is beautiful, and who shall say it is not beautiful by the sad undertone of Ludwig's broken hear2'
 Thou art Ludwig !" cried Eloise.