Omaha daily bee., 1895-05-01
HOZIRT-I FINT.fSY.

the leash. they harked through the spaces
between the worlds in search Of mysteries.
In their searching they came upon all the
things that were. Stars that were blue as
forged steel, those red as blood, the ringed
worlds, the yellow suns in their solitudes,
they ragged upon, searching. They knew
each world in the amazing mesh Of worlds,
and the knowledge OF men-to the men OF
each world a different knowledge-yet each
consistent with all the rest. And they knew
other things, not known to men. For they
knew the mysteries. And at these men only
guess, fearfully. crossing themselves, and
praying the unknown for mercy.
In the gray shadow OF cold stars, the
winds came upon the Discords. huddled In
the chill waiting for souls to be born on the
planets that they might find medium Tor
their voices For in that space where they
dwelt was no sound at ALL but only the ST.
lence Of God. The DiscOfds writhed mere al
ways torn and tortured for lack OF outcry'
And uD and down, in long shafts Of sunlight,
reaching to the central sun, the Harmonles
moved, they also In torment because OF the
curse OF silence. and waiting for a soul 10
voice that which beat against the stiffness
in mighty waves. ,.-.
toward the habitation Of men to fill the body
of new born babe but all the crew set on
it, wrestling for the mastery. 1t was one
of the mysteries that the Discords were
stronger tnan the ItaTHOnlts, anu tho W.
umph was oftenest with them. They slew SO
many Harmonies, dropping them down to the
nothingness between the spheres, that on
many planets the laws Of man and even OF
nature seemed awry, and men marVeleu
knowing not the Specification. Soul after soul
went to It's body dragging the foul Discords
which clung to them as monsters OF the sea
cling TO dead men. And these Dlscorus
preyed upon the souls, and sucked the sweet
from them, and swayed the bodies OF men
sorry marks Of sin, twisting lips INTO sen
suousness turning brows craven, ana blearlnB
eyes with looks OF dark deceit
Some times, 1t Is true, a gentle harmony
slipped by its opponents unaware, ana held
by the soul summoned for It's mortal mission
and so made life loveier for the being IL IN.
hablted. But only once In run rounu ol
time did great Harmony break through the
black band that barred its way, anu merge
into what men call living
When such an one did find voice through
any human creature on any world. then men
all listened, and found fair names Dy Which
to call these happy beings. Some they called
poets some teachers. some the mother Oh
men. and some they called the makers OF
The winds knew all this. The winds
knew all things. And they came IN time
to hold their part in this mystic war. The
bIack winds of destruction and OF night
fought with the Discords, and the blossom
bursting winds, the white and periumed
seryltors OF the Dawn, were with the Har-
monies Swaying figures filed all the vast
The conflict ragged round all the solar soil
tudes In the scorching nebulae or yet
unrounded star the battle reached its deadly
height, and a great white WIND from the
farthest chambers Of the holy East drove
back the Discords in the molten world
. Then, through the blur Of warning spirits.
a swift soul went in proud obedience to a
call from Earth. And seven Harmonies
raced after it impetuously possessed with
divine madness for utterance. Seven fair
Harmonies-one for song, and one for IN
struments OF wind, and one for instruments
, OF the drawn strings, and one for those OF
keys of livery on resonant boards OF Drass,
one for harmony of speech. another 1or mar
mony OF thought and one serene past man
divinest dreams, for harmony of nfe-all
these swept downward with the 1ourneylng
soul and made such sweetness in their going
that men a'toiling on the sorrowiul earth
paused and listened amazed, not knowing
what tho sweetness meant.
Tho HarmOnies. the soul and n dencate
young body became as one, and people called
1t Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart He smiled
in his mothers eyes when she sang, ana lay
tranced when his father made music on In
struments.
'ThIs little child,' the old woman said,
''is forever hearing the angels sing"
His baby hands brought melody out OF
the piano. At Ave he had not only learned
to read the signs by which men mark
music, but he had himself written a con-
certo which was too difficult for ordinary
players 10 perform. His little hands leaped
from octave to octave, and men wept at the
revelation. When violin was placed in
his hands he who had never held bow
drew syric sounds from the respondent
strings.
zone need not study to play this thing"
he said. 1T Is like talking, and II you
listen you will hear that tones are as those
OF the human voice. Surely any one can
play this.
His body was five years old then. Those
who listened never guessed how old were
the Harmonies dominating him. They were
unmerciful, these Harmcnies and gave him
no rest Awed at a genius he could not
understand his father resigned his place as
court musician that he might attempt to
guido this marvellous exuberance. At six
Mozart amazed the Vennese court by his
born. poor .ady, for the Furies to tear,
though she did not guess It then-held him
in her arms and kissed him.
Men applauded the strange boy in the
greatest cities Of the world-Paris, Vienna,
london, Prague. Kings showered him with
favors. 1t was only becoming. in fact,
that the finite should pay tribute to the in
finite. At thirteen, as men count years,
this lad was an honorary member of the
. academies Of Bologna and Verona and had
received an order to write his opera Of
"Mithridates," which was successfully pro-
duced at Milan. This was the beginning OF
ltalys devotion TO MIN ana OF his alteration
, OF Italy. He wrote unstintingly for the
Italians. Praise, happiness, concori-these
, were the things which his whole nature
craved. He found them in Italy, land of
love and of II Bel Canto.
In France there was frivolity. and he was
not at ease. Their music. he said. had no God
In It. lie. so far as he was concerned, had no
choice but TO write If each line were to
be dedicated to the Most High.
II have such sense OF religion" he wrote
''that shall never do anything l would not
do before the whole world"
Poverty was with hlm-if he had noticad IT,
But he saw not the things that perish. He
did, however. see the love that looked through
the eyes OF Constance Weber, and he mar
red her. his music gaining a deeper note
In consequence. The king Of Prussia offered
him high positions. He refused He could
not work for wealth. The harmonies held
him fast He was their servitor In the
brief day OF life there was not time enough
TO express one tithe Of that which II was
their mission TO proclaim. So they crowded
each other for utterance, II might be cycles
upon cycles before they could again find
being through whom they could speak. Day
aud night he hardly sought his pillow. HI
ate only when food was placed before him
by one more thoughtful Of his needs than hi
WAS himself He sung out his soul In muses.