Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-01-08

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nsesd nan hssshsd hsek hb lsng, whis
lsoa, looked up 70 shs ceiiinS. half ciossd hn
syea, md In mystic SOFT Il revxie passed
his fingers over the keya he touched BOT .
siugle note, yet tha sound thrilled the room
II vas the Key TO his Improvisation. and a.
wore hn chords together the music laid is
speu upon every ssr and heart He fat his
way along the ksys, like q man treading IN
c<frAan pashs. but b gained eonndence - DO
proeTessed, and presently bent to his work
Like master The instrument vas not in
exact tune, bot the ears af his audience,
through long disase. did not detect anything
radicsiiy wrong. They beard a succession Of
grand chords, = suggestion Of melodies here
and there, and it was enough
See him counter with his left:" said al
old rough
He calls the turn every time on the upper
end Of the board, responded . man with .
stack Of chips in his band
The player wandered Cd into the old bal
lads they had heard at home AL the sad
and melancholy. and touching songs that
cane up lks dreams Of childhood, this un-
known player drew from the keys His
squeezed out the tears a. from a set sponge.
As the strains flowed one upon The other,
they saw their hones OF the long ago reared
again, they were playing once more where
toe apple blossoms sank through be soft air
to join the violets on the green turf Of the
Old New England states, they saw tie gio-
ries Of the W tsconzin NAPLES ard the haze Of
the Indian summer. blending their HUGS to-
gether, they recalled the heather Of Scottish
bills, the white cliffs Of Britain, an heard
the sullen roar OF the sea, n 1t bat upon
their memories vaguely. Then came all the
old Christmas carols such as they bad sung IN
church thirty years before; the subtle music
that brings M the glimmer Of wax tapers,
the solemn shrines, the evergreen, holly, mis-
tletoe and surpliced choirs Then the re-
ruorseless perfo-In planted bis final stab in
every heart witt "Hom1, Sweet Home
When the player ceased the crowd SUNK
away from hun. There was no more revelry
and devilment left in his audience Each
man wanted TO sneak off TO his cabin and
write the old folks letter. The day was
breaking as the last Juan left the place, and
the player. laying his bead down. on the
piano, fell asleep
Il 2y. pArd," said Goskin. you want
little restf'
Il do feel tirei,n the old man said Per
haps you'll let me lest here for The matter OF
day or So"
Hs walked behind the bar where some old
blankets were lying and stretched himself
upon them
II feel pretty sick | guess ! won't lest
long. I've got q brother down III the ravine
his names DriscolL He don't know I'm
here. Can you get him before morniDg!'
t. bin Srartai Tra Euex IlriScoll we'll
He your brotheri III have him here in
half an hour"
As be dashed out into the storm the must
clan pressed his hand TO his side and groaned.
Goskin heard the word Hurry and sped
down the ravins 70 Driscoll's cabin It was
quite light in the room when the two men
returned Driscoll was pale as death.
my God | hope he's alivel | wronged
him when We lived In England, twenty years
ago"
They saw the old man had drawn the
blanket over his face. The TWO stood a mo
ment, awed by the thought that he might be
dead. Goskin lifted the blanket and pulled
it down astonished. There was no one there.
'sGoneln cried Driscoli wildly
'Gonei" echoed Goskin, pulling out his
cash drawer Ten thousand dollars in the
sack, too
The next day the boys followed horses
tracks through the snow, and lost them in the
trail leading toward Phoebe.
There was a man missing from the camp.
It was the three card monte man, who used
to deny point blank that he could play the
scale One day they found a Wig of white
hair, and called TO mind when the stranger"
had pushed those locks back when he looked
toward the ceiling fol- inspiration, on the
night of Dec "a, 1851. Sam DAVIS in Carson
Appeal