Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-08-27
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Il suppose you've heard how bad my
wife is. 1t seems as though she was Civ
ing her life for the little 'un. It's just
like her-~-she's been that unselfsh all
through. But l can't bear this, be it
Gods will or not. I've been God fearing
mani have i%ndeed-but I cannot put up
my prayer ard say, Thy will he DONE
It's no use, it cannot be done, and | won't
do it," Suddenly he stopped and drew
himself together, adding quietly II came
to ask if Won would play for me in the
morning, wouldn't have minded spar.
ing the bit time, and Mary, she likes me
TO do it, but it's only fitting that the
Dead March be played for Squire Hunt
or, poor man, and | could not play it with
the wife living nigh to death a few yards
away. l haven't strength for it. Mebbe
the Watching at nights is telling on me-"
And SO on the morrow I took his place
for the first time since his marriage.
Now, the cottage of the Dodds stood in
a little garden next to the chapel, and 50
when the time for the funeral march came
near l told the chapel keeper to close the
windows, which he did unwillingly
enough, for it was very hot. When the
JDaFGU was over, anu UIO DCUDl0 W6F6 go
ing quietly away, 1 asked for the windows
to be opened again, and, though my wish
was @ garded, l fear gained that day no
reputation for knowing my own mind
amonR that simple folk.
Then | played 80 Rest In the lord -
beginning with the p~laintive recitative and
increasing, instead of subduing, the sound
as l came to the we'll known air. This was
not a musical effect, but it had other adj
vantages.
l found out from the neighbors what I
could, not daring to come between this
man and his trouble, and for two days
heard that she lived that was all. Then l
received a visit from Jeremy Dodd him
self, who had come straight from the pres
ence of the angel of death to tell NE of his
grief.
"Aye. she's gone. She kissed me for the
last time this morning at 6 and says to me
quiet and peaceful: Jeremy, l be resting
In the Lord. You wait patiently, too, dear
man, and he will give YOU And then
she sighed and left me and the BARN to
wait. But it's no use-not patiently--it
cannot be! She was right glad to hear you
play that bit on Sunday. 1t filled her
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you myself" And he gripped my hand as
only a good man can, and tears ran down
his face, of which only a strong man
would not have been ashamed.
Thus in the hour of his sorrow wa the
tongue Of Jeremy Dodd Embossed and the
precious fountain Of a mans tears made
to flow.
"IHl be glad to play for you again next
Sunday, l said as he was going away.
sits very good of you, sir, and I'm not
ungrateful-1'm not, indeed-but nobody
but me shall play her march-it'll be bit
poor comfort to know l can give her that
little honor it's not much she's had from
me-" And so it was.
Next Sunday there was a chapel full o
sorrowing hearts. At the close of the ser
mon the preacher, d big hearted fisherman,
slsIer oeparoeu' u"el,ins WIN roush put
fea. eiequenoe Oh her me- "hen no s'up.
pea' tnofe was a pause prohen only ny 'he
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