The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1886-12-31

What should she do--whnt could
she dos" she had been asking herself
Her one sole accomplishment was 10 I
sing. and she had never sung as yet l
for any one but her father. Her voice
was not strong enough 70 sing in pub
lie. he had always said In truth. he
had been too jealously careful Of his
delicate blossom Of girl ever 10 con-
template for her fate which would
compel her to struggle with the world.
He had trained her very thoroughly,
however. vaguely thinking that III the
worst came TO the worst. she could
teach or something" ''Or something
Is the stronghold Of dreamers. but dur.
ing those last three months II had
seemed but desperate refuge - Hans
Brcydel. And yet he did not guess |
that already 1.-the worst was At his
door. That very morning the lnndiady
| had called Minna out. and asked Tor
| the last month rent. which there was
no money to pay.
IL don't want to be har,.s" the wom-
and said. land you've always paid
punctual up To now. Ill wait week
or two longer. but more than that !
can not say. I'm q poor woman. as
lives by her lodgers.
sOh. Ill get some money. some
how Minna answered. and then she
had come back into the room with her
father. and sat at the window watch
ing the hot, sleeping children IN the
back street below; watching them, yet
taking no sense Of any thing. bcses by
the one awful question: What could she
do to keep a roof over their heads Ito
give her father food and care until nc
should get better?
i The glaring sunlight shone Gown on
the heat-strickcn. listless world. 1t
seemed to shrivel up all hopes. all illu-
sions: to force her TO contemplate the
| bare and terrible facts Of life. Where
! should she turn for aid or counsel
Her baffled thoughts seemed TO go az
and down purposcless on the wretched
, treadmil Of her anxious questioning
till her fathers exclamation broke thu
evil spell. and she fastened to him
clad Of the interruption. She took W
. fan and waved it to and fro. but tina
!; seemed only to make the musician
nervous.
..Sit down." he said; '.sit down
= dear heart. and sing. Il may help M
: 10 forget the heat. And / want also :
see what you can DO.
The girl obeyed. Her fresh youni
: voice rose on the heavy. heated all
Of A soaring voice. clear and sweet, con
:. auering for the moment her father list
lessness and discomfort
y .iLiebcr Gott.' he cried, ''hcar hel
is voice Of silver. Yes. she sha
sing herself into the heart Of the worle
and il shall be good to her. but ns
yct-not vet Sing yet once more N
song that mine old friend wrote for mt
.. He Is great man now, that kichaE
Wagner. who loved me and whom
I'd loved in the far old days. Sing tn
nd song he wrote that day when, in q
Black Forest. we had been glad toget
''d er. he and l. and had talked about q
o. future. which we thought would be
II success and Of glory-the song IN
IA nut our hopes and our dreams In
sing" =.
4 sudden thought flashed into nj
mas anxious heart--a hope 50 sudd
that it almost made her breathless-
door seemed to open all 1t once.
= Father" she said, he - IN -
ing don. even now. Let me go 20 al
En- He loved you once; he will help y
est now"
~ = Helpr' Hans Breydel cried. b
~ ". raising himself in his bed a.
lon spoke. "Help! will have none
The his help. We will help ourselves .
one each other. Shall ]. who walked
,.rt the old DAYS by Richard Wagns
,o- side. grovel at his feet now; ].
,o'' have failed. at his feet, who has :
not ceedcd? Not so; not so; but sing
Tdel vel once more his song. my hea
han Minna."
ucb And Minna sang. The clear, ~
"a voice uttered its cry Of music. and
60, 60 standing outside the door hc'
c'N When the song was over. DR. Grt
MN field. who had been listening TO Il y
n, without. came ia. and made his '
~ Hans Brcydel. When he left.
beckoncd Minna out and spoke to
:. 80 in the entry.
SIX .He will never get well in
me, place." he said. gravely. = He nj
just ~ be taken out OF this hot air.
snc close little room. He needs chal
= 1 ~ sea air. good food. all sorts Of tn
us,s that he lacks here"
hink And AZ that. Minna cried out.
s sn patiently:
ny tttt 50 -
pale a palaccP There Is as much chant
'.'on il as Of what you say he must have
''c q ..Yet IL must be had. somci
n ,;3 That voice Of yours ought 70 he'll
J. ne don't quite see the way yet;
zings think. shall come again to-morr'
a1ner When he had gone down -
pan Minna Brcydcl returned 70
1as thoughts. He had said that Vol
ncie1 hers ought to do something. Al
! ana rate. Il was their only hope.
- = could she do' she could not
anu scholars in moment and Il she
bus them. how could she leave her 4
prcy- INTENDED while she taught \
scar And yet she must, must dosomet
nal There was no hope Of even Q
=. - over their heads for more than
= ~ 49, 10 come, and food how long
|. 80. ~ they exist on the single half-cro'
..h SaS her purse. TO say nothing Of the
Y s n,,'' ries her fathers state demanded!
- - then hand-organ man stopped
~ little back street under her wi
80 \. and PLAYED some familiar air
'.h..r day. and suddenly the thought ca
s!,s n her that she would 60 out by-a
: N.Y. and sing: and II, indeed, her
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