Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-05-10

would come to hear them. These were
the thoughts that filled the mind Of the
young muslcan-mechanic as he listen
ed to the reverberating melody of the
tone of the last bell. Then he fell back
III his chair and the color fed from his
face. The fever, which his untiring
energy had kept off for so long, seized
him at last.
The next morning neighbor passing
by the shop CHANGED to look in the win
dow and SOW the form Of the fever
stricken young man lying across his
workbench. lie went inside thinking
that he might be dead, and when he
found what his real trouble was lifted
Giuseppe to the cot he had used for a
bed in the back of the shop. A ply.
stefan was summoned, and an old wo-
man was sent to nurse him.
For five weeks Giuseppe tossed on
his cot ravlng about his bells-"his
glorious chimcs'-"his children with
the heavenly voices"
In order to go on with his work in
making his set of chimes Giuseppe had
been compelled to borrow. What little
his father had left behind him had
been exhausted before the end Of the
first year He had borrowed on the
strength Of the generous sum that had
been promised him by the cathedral
which was to have his chimes. When
he fell sick and gave promise never to
regain his health again, the bailiffs
came and took away his chimes to
satisfy his creditors.
But Giuseppe Giovanni did get well,
his health came back, and when he had
strength enough to get up from his
couch he went to find his children--his
bells. His first thought was to hear
again their voices, to make them sing
such melodies as the world had never
heard, as no bells had ever sung And
became stupid-he could not realize
that they were gone. Who could have
come and taken away his bells, his
children, whose conception had taken
ycars-long years Of unremitting toll!
He went to the physician who had
tNtAt't iiiii' hIl MS iilo ACN@ ~ NANi W a1
told that the bailfts had come to his
shop and taken them for his creditors.
lie went to the balifls and was told
that his chimes had been sold at pub
lie sale to the highest bidder. foreign
er whose name or country was not
known to them. He begged them on Iii;
knees to give him some clew that might
lead him to the purchaser They told
him gruiily and uncivilly that it was
none of their concern who bought the
chimes so long as they were sold and
his creditors satisfied. There was a
little money over the claims against
him, he was told--a few lire-but he
flung the offered money in their faces
and left them, his heart broken and his
spirit gone.
That night he sat before his bench
In the little shop, his chin resting on
his breast. the picture ola despairing
and broken man. All night long he sat
thus, and when morning came he rous-
ed himself and, raising his hands above
his head, said God grant that some
where in this world of thine l may
again find my chimes-my bells-and,
If but once, only once, that may hear
again their voicesw
The next morning the Genoan set
out with one purpose-tO travel the
world. if need be, to search for his
chimes. Day after day, week after
week, month after month and year aft
er year he trudged along from town to
town, city to city, country to country,
vainly seeking his chimes. Part of the
time he spent in various cathedrals
ana churches mending chimes and ring
ing them. to the delight of all who lis
tened. Before he had even reached
middle age he was a bearded old man,
bowed and bent and travel worn; but,
like the Wandering Jew, he pursued
his weary way.
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The broad waters of the Shannon
were colored Il beautiful red by the
was almost visibly dropping through
the trees to the west of the city of
Limerick, when an old man with head
and shoulders bent and leaning heavily
on Il stout staff came slowly along the
highway that led to a little ferry at the
river bank. His long beard was as
white as snow and hung nearly to his
waist. His face was swarthy like that
of man constantly exposed to the
sun. When he spoke to the ferryman,
it was in Il voice used to many tongues.
The boatman helped him from the
shore into his skitf and gave him his
coat for n cushion on the rough hewn
plank which answered for seat The
old man raised his head feebly and
looked about him. Finally his eyes
fell Oh the spire of Hereford cathedral,
and there they rested, lighting up for
q few seconds with glimmer of hope.
The boatIlan pushed off from the
shore. and slowly and noislessly the
skiff made its way across. No sound
above the gentle ripple at the boats
bow disturbed the silence of the even
ing. Suddenly the faint sound Of Il
bell stirred the air. 1t increased in
volume; then the note of another bell
lilCl llIGll sAhotuCi anu
en-, until the melody of a full set Of
chimes rose and fell in the evening
stiffness. The boatman, who had rest
ed his oar to listen, turned to the old
man in the rear Of the boat and saw
him standing erect, his arms Outstretch-
ed and his face wreathed in smiles Of a
great gladncss. His eyes were raised
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thanksgiving. He continued in that at