The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1907-11-12
"Ueber die sterne list run,
IJeber die sterne ist rub.


and the mellow, wonderful voice of {
the musician rose, until the DIM I
quaint old church was filled with the
exquisite harmony.
Slowly and cautiously one OF the ,
heavy outer doors was partly opened
and a dark lovely face looked timid-
" in. as the music swelled upward in
all its sublime sweetness, the door was
pushed farther open by little brown
hand and slight, childish figure en-
| tered and crept softly, hesitatingly
up the aisle.
Presently the music stopped, but
| the child remained kneeling as If In
| trance. The door leading from the
| organ loft opened and the musician
came slowly down, humming softly
to himself. AS he came forward his
eyes fell on the kneeling child with
her rapt, exquisite face and her won
drous, lifted eyes, and he stopped
short in establishment.
"Liebe Himmel!" he muttered. 1T
is the face of an angel"
A tide of crimson flooded the love
ly olive face as the child sprang up /
and shrank back timidly.
Pardon, sir-a thousand pardons!
she stammered, in soft musical
voice, tremulous with fright.
The look of wonder and astonish- |
ment on the good professors face
changed to one of gentleness and
pity at the little ones evident fear.
'Pfui, littleeone. thou hast naught
to fear; am / then so great mon
ster that thou shouldst run from me
Come, maitchen, let us see thee
closer"
The child came shyly forward and
| stood before the great master, who
J took her small hands in his own and
: gazed with kindly curiosity into her
! face.
Thou art a puzzle, little one" he
} said, smiling Who art thou? |
j.. find thee in this quiet English town,
and the tongue is English, too, but
: the face and voice, they do not belong
, to an English maid. How is it, leib-
+ chem"
i Il am Gabrielle said the child,
q simply. MY father keeps the music
e shop near by He is English, but
), Il am like my mother who is with
n the angels. She was born over the
d sea, in Italy"
Il "Ah! that accounts for thy soft
voice and dark face, my lovely one.
d | thought there was southern blood
l. in thy veins And thou vert listen
l ing to the music? Perhaps thou
10 wouldst like to learn, thyself?"
k The child drew in her breath quick
- n
Ie ically in the emotion that suddenly
lie swept over her.
n "Ah! if l might" she cried, ''if
O. only might! But there is none tC
teach, and I can do nothing but sing
ID and that not at home, for it make:
Of my father sad. My mother sang, and
Sc he is always remembering"
lie so you sing, then, little one; let VI
n hear you Come do not be afraid
an sing something you know we'll
it. He had, somehow, expected to hea
at an unusual voice, but nothing lik
ad what he did hear; as the child threw
ne back her head proudly and her sweet
rs clear voice swelled upward, the pun
TO- ity and richness of it's exquisite tone
as thrilled the great master, and file
es him with wondering establishment.
ce ct is wonderful" he exclaimed, a
Is the sweet voice died away, and Gal
rielle stood flushed and trembling be
all fore him. MY child, you are bles
OF of the saints! your voice is perfec
&C. You will have the world at you
ed feet"
,es 81 want only to be able to play tn
Ike great organ and sing as you do. Sha
ice l ever be able to sing the song yo
nd sang just now?"
VS. Certainly, and many much moi
ire difficult than that"
ed But who would teach me, sir
of faltered Gabrielle MY father hi
he no money"
me I'VE shall see to that, little one
in we shall see to all that-such vol,
On. must not be lost to the world. TIE
nat me where you live and I will 81
I'VE the father about it."
me Gabrielle directed him, and the
ose with the impulsiveness born of h
ess hot, southern blood, she raised b
ina hand to her lips and covered it wi
kisses.
The great German master had con
lily to this little out-of-the-way Engli
ers town some weeks before, for the pl
BON pose of resting. He had steered Gle
ign Of hotels and boarding houses, thout
ay- they were of very quiet, primiti
for order in this country place, and h
to secured lodgings with one of his oy
say countrymen, Karl Hansel, a mus
teacher, who soon ascertained W
his guest was, and was not a lit
on proud of the distinction of havi
to the famous Herr Professor" to u
ent his own words, under his roof.
my became a great favorite with the 81
pie town folk, who always spoke
riot him after Karl Hansels example,
no the Herr Professor" But now [
ign time for his departure was at hal
,ers and he made haste to see GABRIEL
Il father before he went away.
IL 5tS Yopg ~ er;xr