The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1894-06-08

eral days, pausing often to break the
stiffness of dell and glade with the dull
Get voice OF his violin.
At last he came upon a hamlet nes-
Ting, like his own picturesque town, in
a stream threaded valley at the foot Of
a range Of hills. The dampness of the
day yelled the hilltops heavily in mist,
a circumstance which seemed to disturb
the simple villagers very much. They
were gathered in a knot in front of the
mountains regarding wistfully the sum
mits Of the nearest range. The wander
ing musician, following the path that
skirted the base Of the hills, doomed
suddenly in sight, and with one impulse
the peasants hailed him as a being sent
from other realms-to aid them per-
haps. They conjured him to disperse
the clouds that for several days had
hung about the mountains and prevent
ed their getting to Iheir focks grazing
on the heights.
The traveller replied serenely in an
unintelligible dialect that the clouds
certainly were fine evidences of a
dull day, but that the herdsmen were
not to be further alarmed, as he was
provided with the sovereign remedy for
such e~xigencies. Seating himself on a
stump near by, Herr Veit began conf
IDENTIFY to WOO the sun god with sweet
music. The anxious rustics concluded
that this procedure was the magical way
to dissipate the mists and went by twos
and threes ~contentedly about their vari-
GUS callings.
AS the hours wore away, however,
with no marked tightening of the at
mosphere, the people began to doubt the
strangers power and to exhibit signs of
Impotence, some manifestations being
so stormy as to affect the musician-and
his Observation-Disclosures. Phabus,
too, apparently was angry, for though
Herr Veit, with his liveliest notes, be-
sought an audience, the day closed I'M
blessed with a glimpse of the sun gods
radiance. AS the night became darker
and darker, the music grew more and
more faint, but it was only when the
weariest villagers had sunk to rest that
the melody ceased. In order to give their
would be deliverer sufficient time, the
inhabitants had resolved to leave him to
his methods until the following day.
Bright and early next morning the sun
appeared, but long before its rays gilded
the mountain tops Herr Veit, fearful
of another trial, had stolen from the
scene of his Notwithstanding after
many hardships the familiar roofs of
Salzburg.
One evening o after Herr Vets re.
turn the student was asked to sup with
him, and over the coffee the adventure
was recounted. The legend which had
turned the shoemaker's head must have
been of Amphion, under whose magic
music the ramparts of Thebes are re-
puted to have arisen, for when the cpl
sOde had been rehearsed mine host, pre-
facing by way of momentum, ga little
learning is a dangerous thing, - reflected
that in the olden time it must have been
no small matter to build up a wall by
the power of music, seeing that nova
days it was most difficult to move even
a cloud by the same.
'True," Gabriel acquiesced, ''such
feats seem practicable enough On paper;
but, success granted, I warrant that the
achievements one comes across in chron-
icles were not the crust breaking per-
formances that the old bards report.
Times, moreover, have changed. We
live in another age; different conditions
environ US. Waving enigmas abroad or
in remote periods, there are problems
at vi very doors clamoring for solution.
Reviewing it all and recalling a trench
ant observation touching the happiness
Of home keeping wits, I am more than
ever impressed with the force of our
adage-
"Schuster, bleib' bel deinen leis-
tent" Shoemaker, stick to your last)
anticipated Herr Veit gleefully, and for
once at least aptly.-L. I. Summerscales
in Kansas City Times.