The Irish standard., 1895-11-16
RUBY REDc11rY,
In n. O., La in 1894
Unwept, save by one
Friend.
Sept. 1, 1885 /.

Naturally was impressed BY the
nswly made grave and the strange in
scription. .tUnwept save by one
friend" was pathetic, indeed. Cross
ing the fence, mashed down the grass
and sage clinging about the base of the
stone, in the hope Of finding further in
formation. But the search was in vain
those were the only words, and I was
left to speculation. Had q parent been
passing that way, Q victim of poverty
or an exile from scenes Of former pros
perity, and had the child fallen sick and
died? Had she been abducted BY one
who loved her and yet had no right to
her possession, and while being hurried
through that region her footsteps, like
Dickens Little Nell's, had died out
forever? e <s u
A tramp IL not necessarily heartless
he may carry hidden in his bosom
pictures and memories that are tender
and forceful enough to keep his steps
from wandering into hell. It is not to
be wondered at that as tarricd there
beside the grave my thoughts went
wandering to other days when ] had a
home and little ones, when youth and
hope were buoyant, and I, too, could say
of the world: .e & {.
ROBBED IN universal harvest, up 70 either pole,
she smiles. So sf: +.
Universal ocean softly washing u, her varless
isles" s5f$i :.
But that was long ago, and enough 81
It'll Almost forgetting the world in the
bitterness which succeeded my first
recollections, I did not notice the length
Of time was tarrying there. know
that l was soon surrounded BY dark.
ness, and, strangely enough, while not
ing everything around me, I felt that
I was yet under some sort Of spell.
While could look on the stars peering
like SO many eyes from heaven and
think and feel the chills pass down my
back as an owl passed over me, snap,
ping its beak as it winged onward, I
was arrested and kept from moving By
the sweetest strains Of music had ever
heard, coming from no particular d.
rection, 1t appeared, but falling around
and on me like slumber; as sweet were
they as notes from some divine instru-
ment, soft as have imagined the
voices Of saints who lean over the walls,
calling souls to glory.
I am not superstitious, I think-was
II not Bulwer who indirectly said that
fortunate men are the superstiAious r.
{ but the music seemed supernatural, and
as the sounds became more distinct be-
cause nearing or because more force
was thrown in the rendition, was GER
tain that they proceeded from q violin
undoubtedly under the deft touch OF
q masterhand. The air became quite
distinguishab1e after awhile 1T was
Paganini's Carnival of Venice
Peering into the darkness, thought
I could see the shadowy and indistinct
outline of man. Was mot dreaming?
The white face with It's strangely
luminous eyes beckoned me on, while
the fingers peri their duty On the
violin; and 7 voluntarily followed the
figure as it slowly receded like 8 shadow
before the dawn, straining every nerve
to lose none of the air. Ny soul, too,
went out with the music travelled on
and on until in imagination I became
q denizen Of the old world following
the enraptured Nico1o PaEanini through
its cities and becoming his worshiperT
as he entertained houses IL vienna,
Paris, Parma and Milan, drinking il I
his melodies ASH / in reality lived more
than half q centur ago. 81
5 Presently tho musie ceased and the
phantom figure, shopping, a1owl sx-
tended forward = pale hand, % small ass
q woman's and p1Aced ii rline 8 letter.
n1tsty, and sme ling soar1e HI HE Il
ashes 81 roses. va
sz The next thing I l<nsNsI II ltat
.----.avake, Or Just recoyering from sprae
1 kind 81 over t,owering ina
was sslf and
tie III
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