Smyrna times., 1900-09-26

llC heavenly CnlmPS |
were complete. His work was done,
ana now thousands would stand |
speechless, struck dumb with the mag.
hlncent melody of his chimes-his
Dells. He with his own hands would |
make such music with his bells that |
wherever they were the whole world |
would come to hear them. These were |
the thoughts that filled the mind of the |
young musician-mechanic as he listen
ed to the reverberating melody of the
tone of the last bell. Then he fell back
in 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 n neighbor passing
! by the shop chanced to look in the win
dow and saw the form of the fever
stricken young man lying across his
workbench. He 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
sician was summoned and an old wo-
man was sent to nurse him.
For five weeks Giuseppe tossed on
his cot raving about his bells-"his
glorious chimes''-"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
when he found that they were gone he
! became stupid-he could not realize
that they were gone. Who could have
come and taken away his bells. his
5 children, whose conception had taken
! years-lOng years of unremitting toll?
| He went to the physician who had
tended him during his fever and was
: told that the bailiffs had come to his
! shop and taken them for his creditors.
!, He went to the baiiiffs and was told
4 that his chimes had been sold at pub
! lia cola fo N hiuloot I,f16op e.,
S er whose name or country was not
: known TO them. He begged them on his
/ knees to give him some clew that might
r lead him to the purchaser. They told
q him gruffly and uncivilly that it was
p none of their concern who bought the
e chimes so long as they were sold and
Il his creditors satisfied There was a
b little money over the claims against
s him, he was tOld-a few lire-but he
e flung the offered money in their faces
IS and left them, his heart broken and his
r spirit gone.
IS That night he sat before his bencl
h in the little shop, his chin resting OF
st his breast, the picture of a despairinl
and broken man. All night long he sa
a thus, and when morning came he rOus
II ed himself and, raising his hands abov,
le his head, said, God grant that some
le where in this world of thine | ma.
p. again find my chimes-my bells-and
i, If but once, only once, that may hea
)f again their voices"
lie The next morning the Genoan Sc
)r out with one purpOse-tO travel tn
III world, If need be, to search for hi
e. chimes. Day after day, week afte
n. week, month after month and year aft
Of er year he trudged along from town t
Id town, city to city, country to country
d. vainly seeking his chimes. Part of til
D time he spent in various cathedral
ly and churches mendng chimes and rims
H. ing them, to the delight of all who lis
a tened. Before he had even reache
r. middle age he was bearded old maj
ry bowed and bent and travel worn; bu
he like the Wandering Jew, he pursue
ly his weary way.
ry The broad waters of the Shanno
hs were colored a beautiful red by I'll
IT, fading rays of the setting sun, whC
eu was almost visibly dropping throug
ah the trees to the west of the city
us Limerick, when an old man with hea
es' and shoulders bent and leaning heavi
on on stout staff came slowly along IL
highway that led to little ferry at IL
river bank. His long beard was +;
he white as snow and hung nearly to
or waist His face was swarthy like th
lle Of a man constantly exposed to Il
RAJ sun. When he spoke to the ferryma
iii it was in voice used to many tongue
ith The boatman helped him from Il
se shore into his skiff and gave him b
ny coat for cushion on the rough hev
hu plank which answered for n seat. II
Ich old man raised his head feebly NJ
ere looked about him. Finally his ey
'ln' fell on the splre of Hereford cathedr;
'cl, and there they rested, lighting up f
Iul q few seconds with q glimmer of hOI