Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1893-01-08

| haunts Of score OF the great literary
! ScOtchmon Of other days.
Much going and coming between this Inn
! ana central city places brought 10 my no.
/ iico the fact that nearly every pleasant
/ summer night when the hush of evening
! HAD fnllcn unon the town. a marvellous
| singer OF the teudCrC9t ballads of Scotland
/ couc that way; stood Tor a quarter Of an
| hour or so IN the quiet entrance 10 ST. An
| drews street und az Intervals. 10 the ac-
! compartment OF un accordion, sang swcetly
| At chance glimpscs OF the singer and
! bis regular evening audience I noticed, too.
| that the man mover solicited aims, He stood
| quite stu IN the middle " the street, and
| now md then some OF the crowd, In the
| pauses of his singing. would stop quietly
| up To him and place n coin within his hand.
| These were copper coins always. and thCy
| poor people. Finally. the songs ana the
scene touching my own heart. / went and
placed coin Ia his hand, as others had
1hcn Tor tho first time. I saw that the
man was blind. ! saw. besides such a
face as Will haunt me 0ll mr lifetime. 1
| cannot tel you what painter has put most
NJ hopeful patience, exalted resignation and
/ sntTmr faith Into my one face upon can-
vas lIqt here was, fnce that Instantly
revealed them 1!l, ! went back 30 him. I
told him | would Hike 10 know him, asked
him N / could como 10 hls home or " he
could tnd his way 10 10y lodgings; aud In
IT
meeting nc the little ST. Andrews street inn
for the morrow.
When he came his Grst words nut us
both as warmly In touch as though our
mgnrls hnd been open TO each other for q
lifetime
81 knew by your voice" he said sadly.
you saw through my sghuessness. An
W blind folk folk ure mar cnnny at seen'
lltn ye think You make rhymes so do
l." This doproc0tingy God knows NV
heart rs snir Z sing WI q pen, tool"
SO I know he hid already sung "w his
pen' ana made him there and then repeat
his rhymes Here was another burns In
rags and ohscuIity. Surely this f. 80. Then
Went with this blind poet AMI singer,
Entry second nat Nicholson street Edn-
hurgh; away up among the DENSE
y, nlIh9 ,ni,. ,Wyyns and closes
Just SO many children one could scarccly
count ihem or remember their names: a
Eindly'ineed Wife, loyal ana true: % hearth.
EIDE as barren OF the comforts Of this life
ny we iace or stoim-heatcn crag: hut
with faith, hope ANA unfGltering love enough
within It 10 seed for saving an entire
race.
The story OF the man ana his bitter strup.
| gle is q short one; because OF HIS vocnti0n
his poverty, MS silent suffering He was n
heehugc once with bound'css hopes for
SIutNuoh ANA advancement; perhaps with
dre1ms ot fame The blindness came Thai
lhe WIRE ana BARNS might not starve he
must sing unon The street. Then passing
him and gave him an audience. The I'D
hupes unlhed McWt To make her husband
! prosentpblc the softheartod Vile gave iii
| ,h,H shNlnga and pledged an their little
| belongings for clothing aud n brave new nc.
cerdon' Ihe pulr body may mud fayorl"
ne t9rd wife prayed. lie did-unt he
wife ana BARNS. lhon She bid him g 1911
day, uud her servant showed him the DOR
J0hn SonneH has been singing FOR aims
now for more than four years For this inis.
hap; that those dear 10 him NAV ho,air
lyei 10 relieve himself from the wOlffnnrs
Of ne usuer' aud 10 retrieve mmsclf from
Many, silent Dire, DIM are he traceajs;
| or thi' life nom the heedessneas ana mo
hSariiessness OF the rich ana great,
added TO his little store OF books. belnoa
litile In other ways from my own s iiivl,u
| PURSE hut my henrt achcs nnd inv ev,s
mist n the longing Tor some COOL and
powerful mup-is there not such n Scotci,
man In Scotland on Americn 10 fi,co tfis
| hlind singer whore the songs OF ks tenda,.
n,eart may be made known to an men
cannot but ne ReaF Rii, s t6Tn may leqd me-
heekle q pleasant thorouchfarcs. or see
MN IN the little Gibbs Eniry home.cen. slt
Ms faith SiIe silence or his sighuess life
nun me songs OF othgr men, or tnkinr down
w. lu'eh tuNt crowd upon his trembling
modern prometbcv,u.eo 9 M, picture or some
D
ulE"Mgss' ana drawn from the road to
slie Nelus ~ some vaggrous fancy, "a thrill-
hls s,uss OF emulation comes IN the aoei.
| Neh'9l nlsVoYery OF some old Roman road
loa nave perhaps ltaped a wall nnd came
| uppn a reggel hollow, This can be clearly
| naCel STRAIGHT as an arrow for h loni,
| WaMlce. lhere Is % wOndrOus fasclnaftnu
| ny uis pfamnie.C0VercQ avail. You pulher
| nhoui Tor little, nnd nnd ID paved v-iti,
| huge stones. More digging discloses s,iid
| waits ser beneath The rubbish OF its sidpq
The sea itself hardly broke the line OF
tnla stont od artery. along which onec
| snfsed me iron blood 90 ilonlc. stern A..
| upola rode ai Che hgn1 az his lesious ms
| we very spot Ou which :ou are stnndinc
/ Aimo.t cnsrless tides az Warriors SVEN
! over the road Go Mons Crampns ihat tln
| thousand slein rod stnrk CaleaOnians uiirhi
| lpthl an impossible Wall before the mlet.
| MteNtAtd mountains beyond
hishietn hundred years have passed sinco
I l.MVVS nomllian recalled TO Rome tlis H.
! NmHpie leader 81 steel.maied slaurhterari
( ahd my glowing pen ~ raclmh t1d ~
SURPRISING brewery of the sliu.olad Nnrti
/ men Mno iell beneath his hnslAnkhts. IN,
j q you lhgpr upon ihis OLD Roman ,,,e,
! dreaming Nnfh the san Is almost level yifs
l me .af hiomlain tops, flaming their nri1,i.
hegiher niarYelously, c0uaaess wraiths mass
/ and repas5 "a olden battle array
J zen mat q Is .he n'upiccnlh ana noe
/ tAe Nrft cthtnrr pncn which me sun Is Silf.
| lpS fcsalled % sou b The lace 81 q KEN.