The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1903-12-31


child. They were only waiting now-he
and Elspeth-for the summons which
should call them to the happy reunion In
home where there would be no sad
good-bys. where music knows no minor,
and hearts forget how to ache.
The first stroke of midnight sounded
and an instant later the bells pealed
forth. while the old man sang with trem-
ping lips and voice that no one heard but
God-as he had sung every New. Year
since that one:
Children of the Heavenly King
AS ye journey sweetly sing.
Sing your Saviours worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways
Then, as the last reluctant echo died
away. he stumbled down the narrow
stairs toward home and Elspeth.
Not far from the believer stood a
mansion, where great throng had as
sembled to watch the old year out and
the new year in Slken draperies rustled.
jewels cleaned, music rippled on the per-
fumed air, and happy voices rang sweet
and high. But every sound was silenced.
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melody which suddenly poured about the
gay throng. They crowded toward the
music room, trying to catch glimpse OF
the player. Those who were near saw
slender man, with fair curling hair
brushed back from brow as pure as
woman's. The face was pale and the eyes
sad, but about the sensitive mouth played
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beauty. Quietly he sat before the grand
piano, playing without the slightest ef-
fort such masterful music as had hushed
the listeners to awe-struck silence.
who is he?" was the question passed
from one to another when at last the
cessation of the music broke the spell.
''He is friend of fathers" their
hostess told them Father met him
abroad some years ago. and by helping
him in a search for some missing friends,
won his heart. The search was not sue
cesSful, but that did not seem to lessen
Prof. Won Bulow's gratitude, and they
have correspondent in a desultory way
ever since. Father invited him here for
the holidays this year, but he declined the
invitation. then this evening suddenly
and unexpectedly appeared. These great
musicians are always eccentric, you
know. | heard him tell father that this
is an anniversary he doesn't like to spend
alone Some love story probably. No
he isn't married. He spends his entire
time with his wonderful music That is
really all know about him" With that
the interested guests were forced to be
content, for the player had vanished from
among them as suddenly as he appeared
and soon the gayety resumed its sway.
At II O'Clock the hostess seated her
guests in n circle, saying: Vow we will
turn down the lights and tell ghost stories
till midnight. Everybody must contrib
ute something The more erucsOme and
narrowing the better" she added laugh
ingly. The young people fell in with the
spirit Of fun, and ghosts walked, hob
COLLINS shrieked and ghouls moaned, till
the more timid begged for mercy.
1t was almost IL o'clock when new
voice suddenly broke into momentary
pause. Everyone looked up to see the
musician standing in the door.
"My friends" he said my story IS not
of the spirits Of the unseen world 1T is
of lad in the far-away Fatherland. who
once, on night like this, left home and
friends and went out into the wide world
with music as the priestees who presided
at the altar, where burned the fires of
his ambition. So brightly did this fire
oil IA a
lions which fingered In the shadow. and
father and mother and home were left be
hind. The youth had not dreamed of he
pain of broken tios--but he afterward
learned 1t all.
"Shipwrecked, weary sickness and
deliverancc, miscarried letter returned to
it's writer long afterward-al all these came
between the lad and his loved ones. and
when at last overcome by the deadly
'hemweh,' he turned toward home. he
found It empty-the loved ones gone
while the chimes IN the tower which the
father had played ever since the lad had
lived. responded sadly to the touch Of
strange, unfriendly hands.
with breaking heart the lad turned
back to the country Of his adoption, hop
ing. against hope, to find the dear ones.
who had followed him there during his
long silence The years have passed and
the lad is a man, bnt the father and The
mother he has not found. nor does he OK
pcct to greet them again until the New
Year of Heaven dawns for him. ms he
believes II has already dawned for them
SO, when the midnight comes play each
New Years Eve as as the lad PLAYED
on that last night long ago my message
to my dear ones"
The clock on the mantel warned for
10. and the musician turned to the piano
ard played again simply and lovingly
Pleysls hymn, singing as in the longaeo
the beautiful words his mother loved
As the last note died away in the quiet
room the tower clock began to strike but
WAS drowned by the music Of the chimes
A thrill ran through the hushed circle as
they recognized the strain they had lust
heard but the musician arose with n
mighty cry: "Meln Vaterl" and ran out