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Just Ain't “What are diplomatic re. lations, dad?” “There are no such peo- ple, my bov" By GLUYAS WILLIAMS WONDERS Wy PARENTS WIRE $0 ANXIOUS TO WWE WM GO TO SLEEP PROMPTRY TONIGHT, THEYRE LISTING AT His DOOR NOW BED wore a striped tunie of O orange and white somewhat rag- ged and dirty, though his mothe er, Lara, washed clothes for other families In order to keep herself and ten-year-old son from starving Yet you seldom noticed Obed’s ragged tunie because of his vivid face. His skin was smooth olive, his lips were red, and his dark eyes were the color of pools at midnight. Obed sang a great deal. If be heard a tune whistled on the street he ran home singing it all the way. If he heard music strummed in the bazaars, he'd linger pear until he remembered every note of it. In fact, Obed's listening eaps were boxed many times by people feeling too cross or too tired for merry melodies, Even Lara scolded him, “Have I not enough, my son, beating solled clothes on hard cold stones day after day, without lis- tening to your voice screeching In ev- ery corner?” jut the whole world was a song for Obed. The sweet twitter of birds on dewy mornings. The sound of water lapping over sand, the very rumble of cart wheels over the cobblestones thun- dered out its own rough music for th pleasure of his ears “What help are you to er . . be gone lara day t never meanir obedient, having gic about him One evening longing for t sONZS over » away at dusk. Wa cone all night and in the morning he looked a different boy. s lips did not smile, but there was a new and som- ber light shining in his dark eyes. gazed at him in worn she was, This time | sorrow. He saw hos and he kissed her. “I cannot say I'm sorry,” he hesitated, “Not even pow can I tell you” His tunic was worn and stajne He wore a ragged sheep- On this he sank down in his own corner and went to sleep. When he woke his face was flushed and rosy. He knelt on the floor and looked at the busy street below. skin about his shoulders Then he opened his lips and a song of such joy and purity flowed out on the air as to make everyone stop and listen. Up and up soared the rapturous notes, seeming to possess a visible radiance of their own Obed sang no words, but the music charmed every ear that beard it His mother stood behind him, her hands for once idle at thelr task. The tired lines on her face melted into peace. Her eyes looked far away. Clearer and clearer the exquisite mel- ody continued, and died on a faint sweet note of ecstasy. People listening below shook thelr heads and moved on as If awakened from a dream. “Where, my son, did you hear that song?” Lara spoke in a whisper. “In the skies, my mother. It came with wings and (rumpets.” “Do not tell falsehoods about such divine melody.” Obed’s eyes shose, but he would say no more. He hoarded the song in his beart. One evening, however, when the sky was clear and the stars shone like jewels, the boy was moved to sing again the beautiful, Mhrseless music, When it was finished a knock came at the door. Lara opened it to a black servant who bowed low, “My master, the Prince, desires to know who sang that song.” Lara, trembling with fear, pointed to Obed who stood near an open window, A tall figure dressed In rich furs and “If the singer and his mother will honor my court with a visit, they shall piercing eyes looked at Obed, “and from afar off, I beard the song your son has just sung. It came dropping from the skies . . . angels’ heavenly voloes and trumpets. If my people could hear that music,” his volee softs ened, “I'm sure they would all become faithful followers of the Babe Jesus. 1 promise you comfort, both of you, for all your years” So Lara and Obed quickly prepared for the Journey, and Obed sang the angels’ song, as he remembered it, in the court of the prince, so that he and his Kingdom became thereafter falth- ful followers of the Babe Jesus. © Wostern Newspapar Union
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