The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1911-01-27

pictures, no books, none OF the refine
ments of wealth, such as your mother
was used to In her girlhood? oh. Sam
my, how could you. how could you de
ceive me so7"
mo, mother, / was In no such place
told you that 10 keep you from feel
ing badly. | knew how you'd feel II
you knew the truth"
"Oh, my boy" his mother cried Wild
", "you haven't been doing anything
dishonorable-don tell me thatl"
mo. nothing dishonorable. nothing
worse than playing on a street cor
ner."
"oh." she said deeply dismayed,
mot that; surely the son OF Carl Los
Blumenthal wouldn't be Obliged 10
stoop to that!"
"But | had 70 get money some way.
and I've tried the theater orchestras
and they all say I'm too young"
"Well, what else?" His mother lay
back on the pillow with closed eyes.
"You know, mother. there are some
places they won't let you play and +
| was so desperate. didn't think what
I was doing. and began playing at
such a place"
"Yes, and-oh. Sammy, you were ar
rested"
"Yes," he assented, and hid his face
in the coverlet.
His mother groaned. ITO think of
my Sammy in a police station. But of
course they wouldn't keep you, when
they found you had done no wrong"
Sammy lifted his eyes hopefully to
his mothers face.
"The police sergeant" he said,
knew father He was a member Of
fathers orchestra, and said he was
coming to see you this evening"
ITO see me! oh. no doubt to apol-
ogize."
AS evening approached they listened
to every step upon the stair, and when
at last the visitor arrived, he found
little lady wrapped in a pretty shawl,
and with a dainty lace cap pinned up
on her slightly gray hair awaiting him.
AS their eyes met, their amazement
was mutual.
1T isn't-it can't be Joe Millaker,
can it?" she began.
Sure, and | know you all right,
though we haven't met since we went
to school together. You're Mary Col
Inns, or used to be, and you sat in
front of me at the old public school
in Brooklyn. Don't you remember" 1
Indeed l do l have an old copy
book in which you made me a proposal
of marriage" She laughed delighted
ly.
Il guess that's about the way things
were with US, Mary. And I've waited
all these years for you-I never mar
ried. But it's queer l never learned
you'd married Prof. Blumenthal, and l
in his orchestra Eve years"
But Of course he wouldn't be likely
to speak of his family" she said.
mo, l suppose not. Well, Mary, l
told your boy l might have some good
news for him when came. The MEM
bers Of the old orchestra are to meet
next Saturday evening in the old hall
to reorganize. Do you think your son
Is able to lead them2"
able, my Sammy, why he wouldn't
be the son Of his father II he were not
q born musician"
Let him come then, and bring his
fathers baton-I mean the one we
gave him"
"Get It, Sammy" said his mother,
perhaps Mr.. Millaker would like to
see 1t again"
Very proudly the boy opened the
box, displaying the handsome baton,
simply saying: Father was very fond
of it."
AS the visitors eyes fell upon the
baton he said:
Eyes, IT'S the same. How well re-
member 1t, and how pleased the pro-
'essor was when we presented It. And
o think of our allowing ourselves to
ose track of his wife and son! Well,
vou needn't worry any longer, Mary,
he old orchestraIl look out for your
lOw-till you make up your mind to
ct me have the Job alone"
Though he gave her a meaning look
le took his departure in the midst Of
Ter embarrassed laugh.
"Oh, mother" exclaimed Sammy, In
tantly the door was closed, II under
tand now. That's the Joe that wrote
IFS name in all your school books"
The little lady, looking 10 years
,ounger, blushed as prettily as a girl
'ver her first love affair.
"Yes," she admitted dreamily, "the
cry same"
"And to think Of his making me an
rchestra leader Do you think can
% 1t, mother?"
"Of course you can. Are you not
he son Of Carl Blumenthal?"