The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1907-03-13

AoipA hht ipi III VI which w lllN : ltllS
forgotten, remained. He haunted the
opera and concerts, but he could never
hear them save in his dreams Be
cause he dreamed these things and yet
could interpret them no better than his
average companion student they called
him daffy. Daffy pietro thought of him
when in the wee small hours of the
night he awokc and heard those gloti-
Gus sounds. His first quick glance
showed him that his hosts bed was
empty. His second showed him the
figure of the young man standing full
in the light of the moon, his violin in
his hands, his face slightly upliftcd
and with n TRANSPORTING look upon it
that would have made him pass almost
unrecogni2ed among his best friends.
His eyes were strange. staring. I'M
earthly, and Pietro, encountering them,
shuddcred and divcd under the cover
let. where he lay trembling, awaiting
to feel the hands of his uucanny host
upon him Seconds passed, seeming
like hours to him. The flood OF har-
mony still poured ON uninterrupted,
anu nv l'NNltt 'tutiouSiN ioi III tEuil
and forgot his fear in his keen enjoy
ment Pietro's ancestors had been min.
listers of the gospel of music. though
he did not know il. and his ear drank
in those exquisite sounds greedily,
though his ignorant brain knew moth
Ing of their worth.
Days passed. and Pietro was still
In, ~ LII
had taken Il fancy to him and dreaded
the loneliness that must follow his de-
parture Petro's business affairs had
improved. The election WAS over, as
he reminded Grayson. who replied that
he could see no marked Improvement
In his own affairs. Pietre answered
sagely that III Teller never kin tell. |
was pretty hard up that night me an
you first seed each other. an now. see,
| made dollar an Il quarter today,
an you kin have it wells not"
Thanks" replied Graysou, declining
the protfered silver. You're pretty
good pal of mine, aren't you, Pete?'
Grayson spent n good many of his
spare moments teaching the boy 10
play ON one of his Niolns and was sur
prlsed and gratiiicd ut his rapid com
prehcnsiou. His own affairs looked
darker rs the days Went by. The EN-,
ployment he had found 10 help him
through his music course WAS taken
away, and he was left stranded Com
ing In one day after weary round of
diSappointments. The sight of the boy
handling his most cherished violin.
which no one else had right 10 touch,
aDgered him unfeasonably. Before he
had time 10 demonstrate tile boy hal
commenced 10 play, and ut the first
notes the man stood spellbound. Slow
ly uncertainty, with many plumbers,
the child played. and Grayson listened
to one Of his own dream pieces. He
was bitterly disappointed that this
child this waif of the streets. whom he
had bcfrlcndcd should have heard his
music and, having heard, had been
given the power 10 interpret II, though
imperfeetly
You thleving brat" lie exclaimed
grasping the lad roughly where did
you learn that Who taught you my
music"
"Aw, cut 1t out" said Pietro, wrig
CLING away like an eel You learned
me yer old squeaks yerscf in de night
when youse cit dem bughouse fits on"
He told of the many nights he had
awakened TO the sound of music and
struggled 10 reproduce 1t. He ended
with request uttered with an clabo-
rate earelessness that failed To conceal
his real earnestneSs. that Grayson
teach him 70 become "onc Of dem sure
'nougl fiddler chaps Grayson, with
the harmony ripping through his
brain. ready ut last TO be put upon pa
per TO open up a brilliant pathway to
its authors success. gravelY shook his
hand and answered, Sure