The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-06-24

no longer doubt that at last the singer
had returned to them With mingled
feelings they awaited his summons to
the study, some with JOY of hope full
filled. others with a sense of their own
insufficiency and shortcomings, and
some with a heavy weight of shame.
And, truly, many Jagged behind when
the little procession wound up the
mountain to the cliff. None, however,
was so covered with dismay and con-
fusion, or SO stepped in ingratitude,
that he stayed behind altogether.
Even the most willful of them all
cared too much for the singer for that.
So. notwithstanding, half-lingering, the
villagers went to greet HIM.
When all were gathered together in
the study they knew SO well, and saw
him standing as they had SO often seen
him, erect in the freight, watching
them with the old luminous, tender
eyes, now smiling, now sad, they fell at
isfeet with a cry, and, holding up
their worn and biotted scrolls, they
sobbed out their joy and their sorrow,
their struggle and their failure, like
children from their tasks at school.
The singer heard them with gentle
smile. He passed among them touch
ing now one and now another who
seemed most in need of comfort. BY
and by hush fell upon them all.
MY people," he began slowly, 81
have not lacked tidings of you in the
distant villages where have dwelt
have heard how it mas Jared with the
songs which left you. and how you
have forgotten the melodies which
taught you. You have spoilt their
beauty and their sweetness, and you
have perverted their meaning by addi-
tions and renderings of your own. But
because You have not forgotten me, the
singer, | have come to you that | may
teach you again the songs which | sang
to you. Faulty indeed now would be
the opera if / should join all these
blotted scrolls into one. for the har-
monies are grown discordant You
must learn them over again. But that
you may not fail another time, I wish
you to understand the full meaning Of
each song that / gave you, and how
necessary each is to the harmony of the
whole. Then, with renewed hope and
earnestnesS, You may set to work once
more. /, therefore, knowing how you
had failed. have brought with me, from
other villages which have better learned
the tasks which l set them, a choir of
singing men who will sing your opera
for you, and show you how each song
goes, and its place in the whole"
He opened an inner door. There, in
the full glow of many candles, stood a
band of men and boys, and on theiH
faces was light that resembled the
singers. They all carried scrolls writ
ten in the singers own hand. He him
self, stepping forward, gave them the
signal. On sudden they began all at
once to sing, and the sound broke on
the people like sea of light. They
raised their faces from the ground and
wiped away their tears. They seemed
bathed in the glorious harmony. With
wonder they looked at each other. One
said: Surely that cannot be my little
song and another: Gould mine have
sounded like that?" And they clasped
each others hands as in the old days,
and wept with JOY. Then the singer
began 10 sing above them all song
which they had never heard. 1t filed
the pauses of the other songs, and glor-
fled them.
When the last notes died away, they
stood husl1cd and aved, and their faces
shone like the faces of the choir men.
They said: Sing US again that new
song" But the singer answered, suil-
ipgly: Nay. you must learn your own
songs first. Then viii sing you the
new one, completing your harmopies
with the master song" The villagers.
still clasping each others hands, with
their hearts full Of joy and love of the
singer, cried OUT, eagerly: Give US
again our old songs, that we may learn
10 sing them Alright"
He. still smiling. took from the choir
men the fresh scrolls written in his OWE
hand and gave them to the villagers
Taen they went slowly back 20 their
quiet VALLEY. But the singer stood
long in his study window. looking down
upon them from the cliff. He smiled
gently, aud said softly 20 himself.
''Bide thoG, aad never be impatient"
Just a. nc lad 50 often said 10 his poo
ple.-Chrissian Union.