Birmingham age-herald., 1894-12-22

child and smiled as he said:
 My dear, I want to speak to your brother who has just been singing"
 He is not my brother,' said Christine, surprised
 ',No2 Well, it docs not matter. want to see tho lad who was in church with you. Tell him Master Kriogwinckel wants him minute
 This man was ono of the most celebrat- ed musicians of that time, not only in Munich, where he lived, but throughout the music loving world Little Christine, however, knew nothing about him, and thinking that the stranger merely wished to compliment Maso upon his singing she bade him enter. He bowed politely to the widow and then addressed Maso, saying:
 You have beautiful voice, my lad, an unusually fno one. l am an old man. but have seldom heard such voico as yours You understand what you sing, too, and you loyo music. You have all tho makings of n great artist, but-you do not know how to singh
 That is because I have never been taught" said Maso sadly and humbly.
 ''I observed that. It Is not your fault and it can bo remcdied. How old are youf"
 Fifteen on Candlcmas day"
 Very good. have a proposition to make you. Have you relativesP'
 "None. am all alone"
 Better still. will take charge of you. will take you back to Meuieh with me. will teach you music and singing, and in three or four years-you will see Kings and princes will invite you to come to court and sing for them, and shall have the honor of giving the world another great musician. Perhaps you have heard of me- am Kriegwinclsel leader of the choir in Munich"
 Maso bowed low, for having always been interested in musical matters, and ever on the watch for new songs, he had heard of Master Kriegwnckel and had often sung his compositions.
 II would be only too happy, master" he stammered, but am obliged to earn my living. I have nothing''-
 'You will not need money. will treat you as my own son, and you will earn great deal more than your living when have taught you music. It is agreed, is i5 not? An, 1t was not for nothing that 1 watched you in the church, followed you out, and after losing sight of you in the crowd searched for you until heard your voice through that window, but l must leave Nuremberg tonight. Come"
  ing: "Goodhy, Christine I will come back some day. Do not forget me-"
 The girl chung to his arm and whispered "I shall never forget you. I thought at first that you were an angel, because you sang like one and were as good as one. will love you all my. life"
 Eight years passed.
 The Christmas bells were ringing mer- rily, and the people, coming out of their houses to attend the midnight mass, greet ed each other with Christmas wishes Among the throng there was none who received more salutes and friendly smiles than an elderly woman who leaned upon the arm of a beautiful young girl, tall and slender as reed. By the light of the torch she carried the girls bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks and golden hair were seen, and every passer looked at her with admira- ton.
 Young girls nodded with friendly air apprentices, students and moro than one young gentleman in velvet cap and em- broidered doublet bowed respectfully to tho mother and daughter.
 These two were but simple working peo- pie, yet all Nuremberg honored them. Ev- cry one knew that Dame Gudulo Dachs, when left widow with her child to bring up and her husband s debts to pay, had set about bravely to perform the task. She had become the most successful embroiderer in the town, her daughter had soon grown celebrated for her taste in designing new patterns, and now the widow owed noth- ing and could hardly fill all the orders she received from the richest ladies in the land. The poor and the suffering well knew the way to Widow Gudule's door, and the fair Christine was never happier than when attending to their wants. It was thought that Christine had dedicated herself to God and would soon take tho veil, for if she did not mean to be nun why was she so indifferent to the tender glances, sighs and words of the young men?
 As tho people entered the church the or gan's peals rose to the vaulted roof, and Widow Gudule, kneeling at Christines side, heard her murmured prayer: Sweet Saviour Jesus, protect himl Bring him back to us that may tell him have not forgotten himI''
 The mother smiled sadly, for she had had experience of the world, and she knew that, with young persons remembrance often fades
 Suddenly, just as tho priest turned round to administer communion to tho faithful, a voice III tlie u4iuir rose ,.1u, the organs strains, and Christinc's face was transdgured os she whispered, Tt is help