The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1898-12-28

ms TCart was III MS throat, COO, fancy.
for he had never been i'll such crowds
before, and he had come determined to
earn enough money to pay the rent
"Timidly at first and with hands that
trembled he began to play, but as he
telt the caress of the violin against his
cheek and its voice responded to his
touch his heart grew stronger. His eyes
closed and his spirit was again among
the sweet gum and pine. He was stand
ing IN a shadow near the entrance to
big hotel, and at first his music attract
ed no attention Several gentlemen were
sitting on the hpteI porch, it happened,
chatting about cotton and other matters,
and there was a momentary lull in the
conversation. Suddenly one of them ex-
claimed: Who in the world is that play
ing the violin! It's beautiful. They all
! listened 1t was q wonderful melody
they heard, quivering flashing, full Of
, fire and yet through it all sort of
yearning, unspeakable melancholy
None Of them moved. They were fear
full Of losing note.
"a crowd had gathered about the
musician by this time, staring and lis
tening with open mouths and bated
! breath, And so they would have re.
manned all night, suppose, but a heavy
faced villain Of policeman, with more
authority than soul, shouldered into the
crowd and told the boy to move on.
Now, my brother William" said
Uncle Joshua, "is something of VIC.
linist himself He was one of the party
on the hotel porch, and no sooner had
the policeman stopped the CONCERT than
up he got and ran after the strange mu-
stefan like boy after circus parade.
"Billy had been over in Paris the
winter before and while there had stun
bled on to "A lot of music by an old
French composer whom the world had
never discovered, by the name of Fran
co.'s Fayette. This Fayette my brother
told me, had come to the city a century
or two before from somewhere in the
south of France, with lot of music he
had composed, and then disappeared.
His music had lain undisturbed in the
garnet Of an old building many years
and from thence had passed into the
and it was from him William secured
it.
"Now, it seems that the piece vii.
liam had heard the musician play that
night was one of these identical oompo-
sitions by the forgotten Fayette. He
had always thought it a marvelously
sweet little composition, even when he
played it himself. But as he had heard
the stranger render it it was dream
and a revelation
"Well, the upshot of the matter was
that after much urging and pleading
William managed to bring the boy
home with him that night. After we
had fed him and he had rested and told
us his story, not without great deal of
tactful questioning on our part, he
finally took his violin and began to
play
"Ah, said Uncle Joshua softly, as
he sank back into his chair and closed
his eyes, Il cannot tell you how he
played Even | had tears in my eyes
that | couldn't keep back. And still his
selections were always from the oompo-
sitiors of the misty Fayette. Where had
he learned them2 He could not tell u.s.
1t was all in his heart, he said. 1t was
the music that had come to him from
murmuring pines and ripping streams,
and some of it, he said, was what he
heard on stormy nights.
''He played far into the night for us,
and then next morning we had one Of
our darkies hitch up and take him
home William had given him enough
money for his rent, and the boy prom
Used a speedy return.