The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1907-09-19
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I'm the organ loft. Higher and higher
swelled the music, louder and sweetei
the rich full tones Of the great organ
and the mellow, wonderful voice OF
the musician rose until the dim
quaint old church was filled with the
exquisite harmony.
Slowly and cautiously one OF the
heavy outer doors was partly opened
and dark, lovely face looked timid.
ly in, as the music swelled upward In
all its sublime sweetness, the door was
pushed farther open by little brown
hand and a slight, childish figure en-
tered and crept softly, hesitatingly
W. the aisle.
Presently the music stopped. but
the child remained kneeling as If in a
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
Iiebe Hmmel!" he muttered 1T
rs the lace OF an anger!
A tide of crimson flooded the love
ly olive face as the child sprang up
and shrank back timidly
Pardon, SRA 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 of gentleness and
pity at the little ones evident fear
"Pfui, little one thou hast naught
10 fear; am l 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
took her small hands In his own and
gazed with kindly curiosity into her
face.
Thou art puzzle, little one" he
said, smiling. who art thou?
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 1t, leib-
chem"
Il am Gabrielle" said the child,
simply. MY father keeps the music
shop near by He is English, but
II am like my mother who is with
the angels. She was born over the
sea. in Italy"
All! that accounts for thy soft
voice and dark face, my lovely one.
in thy veins. And thou vert listen
Ing to the music? Perhaps thou
wouidst like to learn, thyself?"
The child drew In her breath quick
ly and clasped her hands spasmod.
tca.ly in the emotion that suddenly
swept over her.
All, II might" she cried, "if
only might! But there is none to
teach, and | can do nothing but sing,
and that not at home, for it makes
my father sad, My mother sang. and
he is always remembering"
so you sing, then, little one; let us
hear you. Come, do not be afraid;
sing something you know well"
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-
fty 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 win have the world at your
feet"
Il want only to be able TO play the
great organ and sing as you do. Shall |
ever be able to sing the song you
sang just now?"
Certainly, and many much more
difficult than that"
But who would teach me sirq"
faltered Gabrielle. my father has
no money"
we shall see to that, little one:
We shall see to all that-such a voice
must not be lost to the world. Tell
me where you live and | will see
me Iather about 1T
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
Karl Hansel, music
teacher. who soon ascertained who
his guest was, and was not a little
proud Of the distinction of having
The famous Herr Professor" to use
his own words, under his roof. He
became a great favorite with the sim.
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