Industrial freedom. [volume] (Edison, Wash.) 1898-1???, 1899-04-01


Shall die forgotten all: the poor the prisoner
The fatherless, the friendless and the widow.
Shall cry to heaven and pull Il blessing on
thee.
Rowe
Dear Children:
We have a letter from a dear little
slrter in Ontario, Calf; she says:
Ontario, Cal. Feb. 9th, 1899.
Dear Sister Helen:
think it would be nice for the chill
dreu to save their pennies aud send
them to buy machinery for Equality
children to work with
OF all the flowers | like the chrvs-
anthemum best because they are like
stars. like pet dogs the best of all
the animals, and think the best story
was about the Reservoir of love
We like to read the Children's Cor
ner. | am,
One OF the Little Sisters,
Edith Bumstead.
We hope this little sister will write
again and perhaps tell us about some
kind deeds she has seen, that helped to
fill up the reservoir of love, 1t would
please me very much if more of the
children would write about the little
kindnesses they see. know it would
help us all.
a Boy WHO BECAME FAMOUS.
A boy, only six years Old was sail
ing with his father down the Danube.
All day long they had been sailing
past crumbling ruins, frowning cas-
ties, cloisters hid away among the
crags, towering cliffs quiet villages
nestled in sunny valleys, and here and
there deep gorge that opened back
from the gliding river, its hollow dis
lance blue with fathomless shadow,
and its lonliness and stiffness stirring
the boys heart like some dim and
vast cathedral. They stopped at
night alta cloister, and the father took
little Wolfgang into the chapel to see
the organ, 1t was the first large or
gan he had ever seen, and his face lit
up with delight and every motion and
attitude of his figure expressed a won
dering reverence.
Father" said the boy, "let me
play" Well pleased the father com
Piled. Then Wolfgang pushed aside
the stool and, when his father had
filled the great bellows, the elin or
ganist stood upon the pedals. How
the deep tones woke the sOmbre still
ness of the old church, The organ
seemed some great uncOuth creature
roaring for very JOY at the caress of
the marvellous child.
The monks eating their supper in
the refectory, heard it and dropped
their knives and forks in astonish-
ment. The organist of the brother
hood was among them, but never had
he PLAYED with such power. They
listened, some crossed themselves, till
the prior rose up and FASTENED into
the chapel. The Others followed; but,
when they looked up into the organ
loft, To- there was no organist to be
seen, though the deep tones still
massed themselves in new harmonies,
and made the stone arches thrill with
their power. at is the devil cried
one Of the monks, drawing closer to
his companions, and giving a scared
look over his shoulder at the darkness
of the aisle
ut is a miracle, SAID another. But,
when the boldcst of them assembled
the stairs to the orgar-loft. he stood
as if petrihcd with amazement. There
was the tiny figure treading from
pedal to pedal and at the same time
clutching at the keys above with his
little hands, gathering handtuls of
those wonderful chords rs if they
were violets, and flinging them out i'll
to the solemn gloom behind him. He
saw nothing, heard nothing besides
his eyes beamed and his whole face
lighted up with impassioned joy.
Louder and fuller rose the harmonies
streaming forth i'll swelling pillows,
till at last they seemed to reach n sun
ny shore, on which they broke; and
then a whispering ripple of faintcst
melody fingered a moment i'll the air,
like the last murmur Of a Wind-harp
and all was still The boy was John
Wolfgang Mozart.-Our Dumb Ami
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