Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1904-03-05
A STRANGE LEGACY.
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kill him to be sent to such a place
| know feel it--just as it would
Kill me to be sent there. Our cruel
fogs have brought him to DEATHS door
and rs he has lain insensible-up there
-delirious, ruving-his tongue has told
me the tale of his sunny home away
yonder In Italy of the poverty which
drove him here to earn his bread, of
his music Which is like life to him
And now-now he is better be patient
still for a little longer. I will give
him all the attention | can and save
you as much as possible. The money
that is owing you | will pay, willing
", little at time. See, here is
some that l have earned working late.
Take it and let me have my own way.
won't you? All, you will! Thank you,
Mrs. Bird! As | tend him and help
him, poor fellow, so l pray that
woman's hand may help the man l
love- should he need it,"
She turned slowly, and mounted the
stairs. Mrs. Bird looked after her
a moment irresolutely. "Humphm
she muttered, that gals too good for
this world
you are better-ah, I'm so glad.
Now lie still, or l shall be angry!'
Angry, you cara mia! All, but no
how can an angel be angry?'
Mary smiled. Your illness has not
made you forget your compliments,
she said, lightly.
Mary MacAllister had stolen into the
sick mans room, after taking off her
hat and jacket, and had found him
up and dressed and sitting in front
Of the fire. The freight shone on his
handsome face, so drawn and pale, Oh
ais hands SO thin and white. Mrs.
Bird had during the day given of some
of her views" and Carlo Terrini
knew for the first time what Mary
MacAllister had done for him in the
hour Of his extremity.
Compliments! What words of mine
can be called compliments, after what
you have done for me-"
Mary started. You know"
yes, the good Slgnora Bird has told
me-"
Then she ought not to have done
SO. 1t is nothing-nothing | repeat.
And you must not think of it again,
Or
She paused and the man looked at
her inQuiringly. 'Or what, Mees Mac
Alleester?'
Or | shall not be able to come and
see you-or-or help you any more. ="
"but,' said Carlo weakly, II Go
not understand. 1t is but the truth.
You have saved my life, mia cara mia.
| must thank you'll must pour out
my gratitude to you from my soul. ;.
lie stopped, exhausted, for Il mo-
ment, aud then went on excitedly: u
I have been thinking of you long
Ing to see you-to look on you-to
| perhaps-be able to take your little
land-so-and kiss it, and let fall my
tears-as of blood. on it. You have
saved my life-you have done more
! you have inspired mel have been
dreaming Il picture of you. as lay
watching the fire, vision of goodness.
! SO high, so pare. so true, and the
/ melody came. | heard, somewhere
away up above me- in Gods air. hos
chanting your praises; the music they
sang was the melody nay soul has
sought so long, ! put it in my work.
That work at last will be complete
1t Will triumph for none can resist
! such music rs this
/ He rose abruptly. with sudden
strength. Then he staggered across
The room 10 whore n violin lay in IFS
case Mary MacAllister uttered or,
and laid restraining hand on his
arm.
what are you dolng?" she cried
You will kill yourself if you exer
yourself like this"
The yiolinist took up his instrumen
and crept back to his chair.
NO it is life 10 me TO play. an,
you must hear Then you shall tel
me If it is good enough for my opera.
He seated himself and began I,
play The girl, seeing remonstraner
useless. quietly dropped into sea
and listened. For few moments sh
: heard only music she had heard hin
play before-in the days when he wa