The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1893-06-24

so long that at first they coui1 nos
credit their own eyes; hat as they
looked they saw the yellow smoke curl
up from the chimney, and they could
no longer doubt that 1t last the singer
had returned to them. With mingled
feelings they awaited his summons to
the study, some with Joy of hope full
| filed, others with sense of their own
insufiiciency and shortcomings, and
some with 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
his feet with a cry, and, holding up
their worn and blotted 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. 1
have heard how it has 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 l may
teach you again the songs which sang
to you. Faulty indeed now would be
the opera if l 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, 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. I, therefore, knowing how you
had failed, have brought with me, from
other villages which have better learned
the tasks which set them, choir Of
singing men who will sing your opera
for you, and show you how each song
/ nd &c sv,f hn ,1o1n
| He opened an inner door. There, in
the full glow Of many candles, stood q
band of men and boys, and on their
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 a 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
songw and another: Gould mine have
sounded like that?" And they claspcd
each others hands as in the old days,
and wept with JOY. Then the singer
began to sing above them all a song
which they had never heard. 1t filled
the pauses of the other songs, and glor-
flied them
When the last notes died away they
stood hushed and awed, and their faces
shone like the faces of the choir men.
They said: "Sing us again that new
song" But the singer answered, smil.
ingly: NAY, you must learn your own
songs first. Then will sing you the
new one, completing your harmonies
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
to sing them Alright
He, still smiling, took from the choit
men the fresh scrolls written in his own
hand and gave them to the villagers.
Then they went slowly hack to their
quiet valley. But the singer stood
long in his study window, lonhing down
upon them from the cliff. He smiled
gently, and said softly to himself:
'Bide thou, and never be inpatient"
just as ne had so often said to his peo-
ple.-Christian Union.