The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-04-07
The Globes Daily Short Story

key of the violin, then broke softly into
the pure-tOned Easter music. Softly it as
cended until it seemed to pierce the moul-
dering ceiling, ascending through the
misty gloom of the city twilight; ever
upward until it rang triumphantly beside
the fair evening star which Shone upon
an Easter lily.
The next morning the bells rang out
from st. Johns church in sweet, glad
melody, HE Has Risen.'' The large
church was filed with worshipers, who
came attired in rich costumes, commem-
orative Of the joyous time. A gray light
fell through the forty stained windows
upon the head Of the rector who read
the words: For if we have been planted
together in the likeness Of His death, we
shall be able also in the likeness of His
resurrection" The choir sang a grand,
triumphant chorus; then a girl arose,
and her slender fingers drew a bow softly
across the strings of a violin. A young
man turned his kindly hazel eyes toward
the organ loft and beheld the slender fig
ure clad in black; her rudy golden hair
curled about her brow; upon her breast
was pinned a white lily.
Softly the violin mourned Christ's suf-
feringS in the garden, the betrayal, the
doom, the death, the universal sorrow;
then came the pure eXpectant note of
hope.
People turned with breathless interest
toward the organ loft, and saw a gentle,
youthful face bending slightly forward,
with blue eyes turned steadily upward.
A clear sunbeam breaking from BENEATH
the gray clouds and rising city mistS
quivered through the stained mullioned
windows, full upon the girls golden head,
tinged the petals of the lily upon her
bosom, then burst into a flood of sun
Chi FRO
clear, victorious music arose, HE Has
Risen.'
The congregation arose in all the per-
vading love and renewed happiness which
seemed to descend from heaven to earth.
The music rang in sweet harmony, then
G1ed in triumphant note Of joy and
love.
Martha descended dim stairway which
led from the organ loft. She carried her
violin; the black hood drawn close could
not conceal the rich hair which shone
beneath. Three people stood at the bot
tom of the stair; a kindly faced, gray
haired old gentleman, who was duly
stamped with the mark of prosperity;
lady, erect, richly dressed, with hair
drawn a Ia pompadour, stood proudly at
his side. Beyond was the man with the
dark, hazel eyes and pointed beard Tears
stood within the old gentlemans eyes;
genuine feeling shone upon his kind, high
bred face; his hands We're extended
Martial" he cried-'Martha Gerald"'
Martha Ponatowsky,' said the girl, in
her modest, musical tones.
'Of course ne cried, you are her
daughter. can scarcely believe you are
not Martha herself; take me to your
mother" His hands closed tightly upon
Marthas. Take me to your mother, he
repeated.
Martha kissed him and said, ''You are
my UNCLE
The lady with the pompadour bowed
over the hand that the girl held out to
her. When the young man came for
ward she said, This is my son, Herbert
Malcolm
Martha was looking timidly from one
to the other when the old gentleman
cried, Your aunt and cousin
Martha hardly knew how it happened
They walked cut into the sunshine; the
snow was fast disappearing, and around
them was. the sweet warm breath Of
resurrected spring. They rode away in
carriage drawn by horses that tossed
their heads proudly. and trod the reced-
ing roadway with impatient speed. The
carriage stopped at stately mansion
the lady and her son united with kind
goodbye, and the old gentleman said
again, Now take ne to Martha
The begging children reaped a silver
shower. and followed him until a door
flew open. when the glad cry of "Uncler'
was heard, and the old gentleman threw
his arms around his niece's neck and
sobbed.
That evening the lady of the proud,
gracious presence bent her head and said
Arthur forgive me. 1 know you can
while you are SO happy. letter came
from Martha soon after her marriage. +
was jealous. The servant placed the
letter, in your abseoce, upon the mantel
In our library. 1t Iell behind through
a narrow aperture in the wall-it lies
there now" 50
His lips trembled in surprised displeas-
ure. Then he said, Judith, I forgive
you.''
Martha aond her mother came to the
beautiful house. 1t was like fairy
dream to the girl; made lovely with pic
lures and rich objects of art Her moth
er's and uncle's faces showed an inner
peace which had been absent for wears
Martha stood before them, the violin
spoke to her touch. Malcolrn's ewes were
fastened upon the exquisite face. 50 like
a picture he had seen; he could recall
the name, THE Dawn of Love"
when no one was listening he said
4 am glad found YOU. Martha