The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1918-04-04

hiF head &c his hands. and gave him.
sell ~ 20 despair he rrnaned aloud
as he thought ~ his mother. then
spruElng TO his feet. he began 10 pace
I the marrow confines OF the cell
What viii become Of her !, wiil
I Kin her n ! attn not allow I'd 10 return
! home soon
The boy vas 10 such an agony OF ap-
4 prehcnsion that he fairly tremhled
when, about midnight. two men under
The influence Of liquor were literally
\ thrown inside one feli IN an incr,
mass upon the hlthy fooE. and the
/ other. not so far gone, proceeded to
make night hideous by his m&udlin
songs and yels
When morning came sammy. who
felt he had experienced horrible
nightmare gladly oheyed the summons
TO appear before the desk sergeant
The man looked kindly disposed. and
Sammy took heart as he stood before
him. tightly clutehing his hat with
both hands
Your name'" asked the sergeant,
barely CHANGING up. then dropping his
eyes to the page before him
Samuel Blumenthal
"Blumenthal," repeated the sergeant
slowly. as he write It down He
studied moment. then Il used to
know a man Of that name wonder
are you any kin to Prof Carl Blumen,
thal:"
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 liying?'
HE was a musician" said Sammy
proudly. "a professional musician. He
led orchestras, and taught music Also,
he was a composer"
1T 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 1T was my fathers, you know.
sir"
What. not his Suadivarius; 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,
cheap one. and had to use fathers"
IT'S wonder you didn't sell that
one If remember. your father valued
II at more than thousand dollars"
oh yes, a man offered me that for
IT," said Sammy simply. "but mother
couldn't let It 60 She cried so hard.
said It should be our last resort"
Turning to the officer, the sergeant
said gruflly: Bring the boys yiolin''
Then: what was the name OF the or
chestra your father led7"
why just Blumenthal's Orchestra,
that's all Did you know of IT."
did +? Well, | was a member for
five years, was playing there the night
your father died OF heart disease. And
now, my hoy, 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 flew over the In
tervening blocks till he reached the
shabby building In the side street he
called homes Up the two hong 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 chair, he sank
upon his knees at the bedside, and
found himself enveloped in the tender
mother arms.
ooh, Sammy, my boy. where have
you BEEN What happened to you?"
'I-oh mother. I didn't intend you
should know, but now | can't help 1t,
must tell you ALL" he cried inco-
1erently
Yes yes" and gazing into his eyes
she waited
L" he hesitated, then went reso-
utely on "Tye deceived you, mother.
That house. you know where said
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
,ictures, no books, none OF the refine.
nents Of wealth such as your mother
vas used TO In her girlhood? oh. Sam {
ny, how could you. how could you de
Give me so?' s
NO, mother, ! was in no such place I
told you that 10 keep you from feel. '
ng badly | knew how you'd feel II {
ou knew the truth" !
"Oh. my boy" his mother cried wild. !
: you haven't been doing anything )
Standardization tell me that" /
No nothing dishonorable. nothing
iorse Than playing on street cor q
err" Il
"Oh" she said deeply dismayed a
not that; surely the son Of Carl Los