Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1907-04-11

Oh the shoady nothing seems worth
while but one of floss. Added to Gray
sons inexplicable treatment of the
daeo Kid, they told the story Of his hal
Iacinations how in the still nights
he claimed 70 hear bursts of exquisite
melody such us only the great masters
of music might dream and. dreaming,
reproduce, Grayson was only a hum
BILE student. and try as he might he
could not reproduce those haunting
melodiTs ,aat would give him na rest.
With his awakening die melodies were
stilled. and only their echoes. like the
half remembered taste of some child
ISL delight tie name and substance,
color and form of which we have long
forgotten. remained He haunted the
opera ana 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 ana heard those clori-
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 uplifted
and with Il TRANSPORTING look upon it
that would have made him pass almost
unrecognized among his best friends.
His eyes were strange staring. I'M
earthly. and Pietro. cncountering them.
shuddered and dived under the cover
let, where he lay trembling. awaiting
to fee! the hands of his uncanny host
upon him. Seconds passed seeming
like hours to him. The food of har
mony still poured on uninterrupted,
and he peeped cautiously forth again
and forgot his fear in his keen enjoy
ment. lictro's ancestors had been min
listers of the gospel of music, though
he did not know II. and his ear dranl;
in those exquisite sounds greedily,
though his ignorant brain knew moth
ing of their worth
Days passed. and Tietro was still a
guest in Grayson's lodgings, The man
had taken fancy to him and dreaded
the lone'ircss that mu follow his de-
parturc Pietro'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. Pietro answered
sagely tina. "a Teller never kin tell.
was pretty ha.d mp that night nc an
you fi,'st seed each otter. an now, see,
I made dollar an quarter toby,
an you kin have It wells not"
Thanks" replied Grayson, decliring
the preferred silver, You're pretty
good pal of mine. aren't You, Peter
Grayson spent good many of HIS
spare moments teaching the boy to
play on one of his violins and was sur
prised and gratified at his rapid COM
prehension. His own affairs looked
darker rs the days went by. The EN-
ployment he had found to help him
through his music course was taken
away. and he was left stranded. Com
ing in one day after q weary round OF
disappointments, the sight Of the boy
handling his most cherished violin.
which no one else had a right to touch
angered him unreasonably. Before he
had time to demonstrate the boy had
commenced to play, and at the first
notes the man stood spellbound. Slow
ly, uncertainty. with many bunders.
the child played, and Grayson listened
to one of his own dream pieces. He
was bitterly disappointed that this
child This yyoif of the streets whom, he
had befriended should have heard his
music and, having heard. had been
given the power to interpret It, though
imperfectly.
"You thieving brat" he exclaimed,
grasping the lad roughly. where did
muster"
"Aw. cut it Quit" said Pietro. wrig-
Cling away like an eel. You learned
me yer old squeaks yerself in de night
when youse git dem bughouse fits on"
He told of the many nights he had
awakened to the sound of music and
struggled 10 reproduce it. He ended
with request. uttered with an elabo-
rate carelessness that failed to conceal
his real earnestness, that Grayson
teach him to become zone of dem sure
'nough fiddler chaps" Grayson, with
the harmony ripping through his
brain, ready at last to be put upon pa
per to open up brilliant pathway to
its authors success, gravely shook hs
hand and answered, "Surev