St. Paul daily globe., 1896-04-05

1t was a late Easter and an early spring
The combination had brought the festival of
the resurrection into the heart Of the bloom
and blossom of the season, instead Of the blus-
ter and the blow. The shadows were already
heavy beneath the trees, though the tints of
the leaves were still delicate. Long blooms
hung from the horse chestnuts.
Out at the water works grounds, beds of
flaming tulips broke the level green; Persian
lilacs flung out the sweetness of their pinkish
sprays, and the snow ball bushes were masses
of cream-white From neighboring grounds
came the heavy odor Df myriads of apple and
peach blossoms, the apple trees almost purple
with the density of their branches and blooms,
the peach trees, slender spears of pink. And,
as a background the glitter of Lake st. Clair,
through the branches, until far off 1t melted
| into the sky.
A boy with dark, foreign face, delicate
and refined in spite of his evident neglect and
the associations Of the street which the violin
| under his arm uggested-picturesque in the
contrast-sat on a seat near G tulip bed. He
was looking dreamily at the flowers. He loved
them, and 1t their attraction that held
him there when he ought to have been play
ing his violin and earning something.
The flowers made him think Of the old ceme-
terry behind st. Martins church in Zuchvill,
in Switzerland. There were so many flowers
| there that the tourists came from afar to
visit it. All the headstones in that cemetery
were alike-that was the village law-except
one, plain granite shaft, beneath which was
| buried the heart of Kosciusko. How often his
| father had taken him there and told him the
| story of Kosciusko. He looked at the glim-
mering strip of lake which he could see and
| tried to imagine that it was the Aare river,
| the beautiful Aare which flows through the
valley north of Zuchvill
But the illusion was not good. Down on the
| banks of the Aare the violets grew thickly,
| and he knew there were none on the lake
! shore, for he had just looked to see; beyond
! the cleaning river there was the Weissenstein
| jutting out from the Jura mountains, stretch
| ing along the, north, blue almost the sky
itself. There was no stretch of pine forest to
the left either, and behind him no village nor
! beechwood-the beechwood where he and
| Marie used to gather beechnuts. Around him
| it was beautiful, but 1T was not the Zuchvill
meadow. oh, that meadow-there was some
| thing aboutsthe day that made him feel like
| crying, and he had a queer, dizzy sense in
his head. 1t could not be that he was hungry
| A boy who has good breakfast ought to have
| enough until supper time. He put his hand in
| his pocket and took out some change, only
! S1.22. His lodging, together with breakfast
and supper, was $1.0, and today was Satur-
| day. 1t must be that 1t only thirst, so
| he went and got another drink. Then he
| esoluteiy drew his bow across the strings
| Perhaps the policeman would let him play
here little while. There were few visitors
he might make few cents without leaving
| the dear flowers. Underrthe spell of the vio-
lin the illusions he had sought became clear
| er, the surroundings became more and more
| like Zuchvill.
He remembered one -never-to be-forgotten
1 time, when his fatherctook him out for little
| walk, his father, who lived in his memory
| as a great, big man, with very black beard
| and voice like moi other, so kind and so
| caressing.
AS they walked along,9 his father told him
| stories of Poland, beautiful, suffering Poland
| from which he was exiled. Some day it should
! be free-then he would take his little son
/ up in his arms and kiss him, telling him to try
| to be great and good some day, so he
| could help to free it. And they two had
| walked along the Zuchvill meadow together
| it was in the spring of the year. when the
| little flowers bloomed everywhere and he had
| let go his fathers hand to gather flowers
| When he came back his father was lying on
| the ground. he thought asleep so he lay down
beside him and slept, too. But there was a
difference in their sleep.
He had not forgotten detail, for over and