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

make night hideous by his maudlin
songs and yells.
When morning came Sammy. who
felt he had experienced a horrible
nightmare. gladly obeyed the summons
70 appear before the desk sergeant
The man looked kindly disposed, and
Sammy took heart Rs he stood before
him, tightly olutching his hat with
both hands.
Your manner" asked the sergeant,
barely glancing up, then dropping his
eyes to the page before him.
Samuel Blumenthal"
"BlumenthAl," repeated the sergeant
slowly, as he write It down. He
studied a moment, then: Il used TO
know a man OF that name. wonder
are you any kin to Prof. Carl Blumen.
thRlH"
"oh yes, he was my father, but he's
dead now" Sammy's voice trembled.
The sergeant Strengthened up, and
looked the prisoner over with critical
eye,
your father, was he. what did he
do for a living?"
HE was a musician" said Sammy
proudly, "a professional musician. He
led orchestras, and taught music. Also,
he was a composer"
at is the same" said the sergeant
half to himself, my old leader and TO
think of finding his boy like this"
When he had been informed Of the
charge against Sammy, he ordered the
boys immediate release.
But where's my violin?" cried Sam
my. 'Tt was my fathers, you know,
sir"
What, not his stradivarius; you
didn't have that valuable instrument
out playing upon the street, did your
cried the sergeant.
But have no other" began Sam
my. After father died, we became so
poor that had to sell my own violin,
a cheap one, and had to use fathers"
TITS a wonder you didn't sell that
one. If I remember, your father valued
It at more than a thousand dollars"
"Oh, yes, a man offered me that for
IT," said Sammy simply, "but mother
couldn't let It go. She cried so hard,
I said It should be our last resort"
Turning to the officer, the sergeant
said grufiy: Bring the boys violin!"
Then: What was the name Of the or
cheatra vour father ledf"
why just Blumenthal's Orchestra,
that's all. Did you know Of it2"
Did I? Well, I was a member for
five years, was playing there the night
your father died Of heart disease. And
now, my boy, here's your property,
hurry right home to your mother. Tell
her I'm coming to see her this even
ing, and maybe I'll bring her some
good news"
Clasping the precious violin tightly
in his arms Sammy few over the In
tervening blocks till he reached the
shabby building in the side street he
called home. Up the two long flights of
stairs he rushed, quaking with fear for
the dear mothers safety. Bursting
open the door of her room, he found
her seated in bed, in the act of prayer.
Dropping his violin in a chair, he sank
upon his knees at the bedside, and
found himself enveloped in the tender
mother arms.
"Oh, Sammy, my boy, where have
you been? What happened to your"
'T-oh mother, l didn't intend you
should know, but now l can't help It,
must tell you ALL" he cried inco-
lerently.
Eyes, yes" and gazing into his eyes
she waited.
Z" he hesitated, then went reso-
utely on. i've deceived you, mother
That house, you know, where I said I
was to play last night, there was no
such house and had no such engage
nent Twas all imaginary"
What" she cried, mo such house!
Then there was no grand piano. no