The St. Mary banner., 1906-06-30
make 10 entertain you'd be FAILURE.

| Never mind .Hpologizing. youns
| man, said another, who evidently wa.
a genuine Westerner. We are no
| accustomed to much of art in mn
SIC out this way. and are willing tc
take with thanks the test yu;. aa1
| give; so, go ahead
Ihls rough but hearty invitation
was seconded by all the passengers
and the young man reluctantly remov.
ing the green cover, first tuned his in.
strument, then began to play. Not
WlthstandlnS the lurching Of the coach
as 1t slowly toiled up the mountain
way, ne exhibited a rare command OF
the instrument. By the time the twi-
light had deepened and objects with.
out the coach were scarcely discerni-
bic, except as reflected by the lights
OF the camp fires along the wayside
People who play the guitar usual
ly can sing, suggested the Westerner
Won't you give us a song?'
My brother and | used to sing 4
great deal before he came West. but
since then | have neglected my prac-
tice. Somehow, since brothers gone,
Mother cannot endure the old songs,
and | have most forgotten them
Then you have brother in the
West?' inquired the missionarys wife,
suggestively.
Yes. somewhere, madam, the
young man answered but where |
I
and | hope that somewhere among
these mountains | may find him and
again bring joy to my mothers heart
:" Heaven help you replied the mis-
sionary's wife. 'Tis a wild and rug
sed country, and, alas. is too often the
making of wild and forgetful boys,
careless of their mothers counsels
well, give us a song, That will
never stand in the way of finding the
lost one. A good old song of the good
East. | was there once myself the
Westerner insisted, with softness in
hist voice
~ will sing a song brother and |
used to sing while mother accompan-
led on the piano, back in the old
home in York State, said the young
man, returning to his instrument.
Then in clear tenor he began to sing
the old familiar song. There's light
in the window for you The stage
was moving slowly, swinging from side
to side, as the horses toiled up the
slope. The lamp in the bracket in the
front end of the coach had been light
ed, but revealed by it's dim light only
indifferently the faces of the passen-
gers. Outside all was darkness now,
except here and there where the camp
fires of the prospectors and miners
Pickering, showed the presence OF
these resolute adventurers of the Colo
rado mountains. The first stanza of
half sung. when our attention was at
tracted by some one clinging to the
side of the coach and pressing his face
close to the glass in the door.
Hello, George. Is that you?' came
a voice, clear and distinct from the
outside. The young musician raised
his eyes; an instant later the guitar
lay on the floor of the coach and he
was on his feet tugging vigorously at
the gong strap.
"'That's Will, sure.' he excitedly ex-
as the driver descended from
his seat, and swung open the door,
Hello, Will. Where are your he con-
tinued, springing to the ground. Here
George. knew | couldn't be mistaken
,ame back the answer out of the
gloom, and a moment later we, on the
inside, saw in the dim light that shone
rom our lamp through the open door
he two brothers in each others en-
)race.
"'Hand me down my satchel. driver.
won't go any further, tonight. Oh.
mustn't forget my guitar. Please
land it to me. Goodbye, Captain.
Thank you all for your kindness.
Goodbye. all. I've found Will at last.
iood-bye!'
The door came to with a bang
The driver clambered up to his seat
The coach numbered on up the noun
ain side, and as | narrated to the sur
'rised passengers the story Of this
long search for the missing /
ne, eyes were moist, and l could not
ut feel that in it was the guiding |
and of that kind Providence which |
watches over even the falling of
parrow. w."-Presbyterian Banner.