Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-08-30

thee.
"What should I do?
81 became crazy; screamed; seized
thee In my arms, and, with a hoarse
voice trembling with emotion, ex-
claimed:
mot this onsl Not this one, my gen.
eraIl"
"The general who commanded the
square and who knew me for my deeds
the day before, asked me:
"'Why not? Is he a musician
"That word was to me what it would
be TO an old man blind from birth to see
suddenly the sun In all its brightness.
"The light of hope shone so wildly
in my eyes that il blinded me.
'Musicianv exclaimed; 'yes-yes,
general! He is a musician great
musician!'
an the meantime thou vast stretched
senseless. =,
",What instrument does he playP'
asked the general. :.
he-the-the-yes !-exactiy lit
is-the cornetp
"'Do you need a cornet playerP'
asked the general, turning to the band
of musicians.
'In five seconds, which seemed i've
centuries came the answer:
"'Yes, general, there is one needed
replied the chief musician.
"'Then take that man from the
ranks, and let the execution continue
instantly, exclaimed the Carlist cher.
"Then l took thee in my arms ana
carried thee to this dungeon.
VIII.
As Ramon ceased speaking l got up,
and, weeping, and laughing, and trem-
bling, embraced him..
II owe thee my life!"
mot at ALP replied Ramon.
"And why not?" l exclaimed.
'Dost thou play the cornet?"
No"
"Then thou dost not owe me thy liie'
I have only compromised mine by saw
ing thee"
/ turned cold as stone.
"And music?" asked Ramon. "Dost
thou know it?'
"a little, very little. remember
they taught US at college"
ga very little it is, or better say
none! Thou shalt die without fail, and
l also as traitor. Just imagine,in less
than two weeks the band to which thou
shalt belong will be organized.
1.-TWO weeks?"
"Neither more nor lesst And as thou
dost not play the cornet (unless God
performs miracle) they will shoot US
both without doubt"
"Shoot thee!" exclaimed; "thee! and
for mel for me, who owes thee my life!
All! no, heaven forbid! In less than two
weeks / shall understand music and play
the cornet."
Ramon laughed.
TX.
What more shall tell you, my chill
dren? In two weeks-oh, power OF the
within fifteen days, with the fifteen
nights flor neither slept nor rested a
minute for half a month";, in two weeks
l learned to play the cornetl What days
they were!
Ramon and left camp and passed
hours and hours with certain musician
who came daily from place near by to
give me q lesson. Escape? l read the
word In your eyes. Nothing more i'm
possible! l was a prisoner and they
watched me, and Ramon would not es-
cape without me.
neither spoke, thought nor ate.
was crazy, and my monomania was
musIc-the cornet, the devilish eornet!
desired to learn and learned!
And il l had been dumb l should have
talked.
And If paralyzed should have walked
If blind should have seen
Because willed it SOL
''Oh, the will can do anything
To wish is to be able.
To wish-that is great word!
To wish-and advise you, children
learn this great truth
l saved, then, my life and Ramon's.
But I was mad, and my madness was
arr. During three years the cornet did
not leave my hand. Do-re-mi-fa-sol-lO-
si-that was my world during oil that
time. Ny life was reduced to blowing.
Ramon did not leave me. Iemigated to
France and in France / continued to
play the cornet.
The cornet was I! sang with the cor
net at my mouth. Men, people, eele-
brated artists crowded to hear me.
Here was wonder, q marvel. The
cornet was flexible in my fingers; be-
came elastic, moaned, wept, cried and
roared; it initiated a prayer, a human
sob, or wild beast.
My lungs were of iron. Thus passed
two more years. At the end OF them my
friend died. Looking upon his body I
recovered my reason. And when, now
in my senses, took up my cornet one
day, to my establishment did not know
how to play 1t.
Will you ask me now to play 1t for
you TO dance?