The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1907-09-20
"Ueber die sterne list run
IJeber die sterne list run.

the rich full tones of the great organ,
and the mellow, wonderful voice oi
the musician rose, until the aim,
quaint old church was filled with the
exquisite harmony.
Slowly and cautiously one or the
heavy outer doors was partly opened
and a dark, lovely face looked tlm,d-
ly in, as the music swelled upward IN
all its sublime sweetness, the door was
| pushed farther open by a little brown
hand and slight, childish figure en-
tered and crept softly, hesltatlngly
up the aisle. ~. 40,
Presently the music stopped, but
the child remained kneeling as II In
trance !. The door leading, from the
organ loft opened and the musician
came slowly down, humming softly
to himself AS he came forward MS
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 lace or an anger!
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 a soft. musical
voice, tremulous with fright.
The look of wonder and astonish-
ment ON the good professors face
changed to one jof gentleness and
pity at the little ones evident fear
."Pfui, little o. ne, thou hast naught
to fear; am l Ihen SO great mon
ster that thou shouldst run from me?
Come, mattchen,. let us see thee
closer T.. az.
The child came shyly forward and
stood before the great master, who
took her {smalll. hands. in his own and
gazed with kindly curiosity into her
face. II .%,
"Thop) art. a puzzle, little one he ,e
said, sizzling. WHO art thou? l
=. 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. Hoy is it, 'leib-
Il chem" :, "a. a..
>. ~. am, Gabrielle" said the child,
simply. ), my father keeps the music
shop. near by He is English but I
+. Il am like my mother who. is with
the. angels. She was born over the
sea, in Italy" >.
"Ah! ., that ACCOUNTS for thy soft
voice and dark face, my lovely one.
. thought. there waso southern blood
in thy" veins.,. And thou vert listen
ing to the music?, Perhaps thou
wouldst like to learn, thyself?"
The child drew in her breath quick
Iy and clasped her hands .spasmod-
lcally in the emotion that suddenly
. swept over her. ,.
"Ah. if ! might" she cried, 'if |
: only might! But there is none to
teach, and can do nothing but sing,
and that not at home. for 1t makes
my father sad. My mother sang, and
he is always remembering"
80 you sing, then little one; let us
hear you. Come, do not be afraid;
sing something you know we'll"
He had somehow, expected to hear
an unusual voice, but nothing like
what he did hear, as the child threw
back her head proudly and her sweet,
clear voice swelled upward, the pur-
ity and richness of its exquisite tones
thrilled the great master and filled
him with wondering establishment.
1T Is wonderful" he exclaimed, as
the sweet voice died away, and Cab
| rielle stood flushed and trembling be-
fore him. my child, you are blest
of the saints! your voice is perfect.
+ You will have the world at your
feet" q.
II want only to be able to play the
great organ and sing as you do. Shall
l ever be able to- sing the song you
sang just now?"
Certainly, and many much more
difficult than that
But who would teach me, sir?"
faltered Gab }sstpelll,fy my father has
I'VE shall see. to, that, little one;
we shall to ali ttat-,such a voice
must not be- lost tosthe world. Tell
me where you live and l will see
the father about it,
Gabrielle directed him, and then
: with the impulsiveness born of her
hot, southern blood, she raised his
hand to her lips and covered it with
kisses - ~
The great German master had come
to- this little out-of-the-way English
town some weeks before, for the pur-
pose of resting. He had steered clear
of hotels and boarding houses, though
they were of very quiet, primitive
order in this country place, and had
secured lodgings with one of his own
countrymen, Karl Hansel, music
teacher who soon ascertained who
his guest was, and was not little
proud of the distinction of having
the famous Herr Professor" to use
his own words, under his roof. He
became great favorite with the sim
pie town folk, who always spoke of
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