Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1893-08-17

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Three months ago the law decided
that miscalculation in the prosecution
of one of his contracts had been atoned
for, and set him at liberty. He camo
to the city where nobody knew him.
And yet it was the city where he had
lived and loved years ago Now, on his
return to it, his new piece of business
was to be prosecuted in the house of his
one-time employer-who had treated
him so badly, and whom, in some of his
various moods, he accused of making
him what he now was.
Was there revenge in this present act
against the old man? No. The old
man had simply proved his greater
strength that time he paid for The
Tigers wife's divorce, after he had
trumped up wholly false accusation
of dishonesty against her husband-and
then married her himself
1t was bitter cold in the streets, and
the snow was falling. And there was
the house! 1t was too soon, yet, though,
He would go round the corner-to that
pile of debris opposite the old brew
cry that was utilized as church by
Band of Hope, or something like
it-and gain shelter until the proper
time.
"Oh" cried voice.
He had gone along, his head bent to
the storm, and under gas lamp he had
run against young woman. She
dropped package. He picked 1t up,
and found that it was music book
She thanked him and went on; his
blaclk-garbed form was soon swallowed
up in the dimness She was young, and
the night was not always kind to such
as she. He reached the old brewery in
time to see her go In.
The pile of boards. the shelter he had
thought of, was Just across the way.
He went there and waited. Suddenly
a strain of organ music swung in to
him The girl organist was playing
before service began. Surely he had
heard that tune before. He had once
PLAYED the organ, and that had been
one of his tunes. Now she was at
another tune-Handels Largo" That
had been little Annie's favorite. just
such night as this he would come in
from the old mans books, and after a
bit of supper he would go into the
parlor and play for little Annie while
ner beautiful restless mother would
look at fashion books and sigh because
she had not the means to get the pretty
things she wanted
He threw his hand to his head
What did this meanP-the girl played
the third of his old tunesl He had had
them bound together; they ran in this
order: "Traumerei," the Largo"
"Warum." The girl was playing them
from the book she had dropped and
he had picked up for her. He knew
who she wasl
Then the desire for the revenge he
believed he had not thought of sprane
up within him. The old mani the old
man! The box under the bedl To the
devil with thatl There was greater
wealth than that to take. From 1T
pocket he took the long, thin steel, ant
clutched it in his hand. His child t.
shrink from him-his little Annie
who used to love him sol Anniel An
MEL Harkl That music should speet
him on his mission-the music he hat
taught herl
He plunged through the snow to tn
brewery and peeped in at the door
There she was, in her black frock, seat
ed before the organ He had not seel
her for twenty years. She had been
wee child when he last saw her; but h
knew the face, SO like her mothers
Yes; that music should be the old man
requiem!
He turned his eyes out into the snow
night
Was 1t smoke he smelled? Was tn
brewery on fire, and she in dangerP Nc
but the gray cloud came chargin
! through the snowy air, SO freighte
J with it's bolls of silence.
Firel Once he would have done wha
he could to help. Anniel and that loo
in her eyesl--her musicl She thought
! him as wretch, convict Eve