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The Man in Blue.
By Richard Davey.
T am the youngest son of the IS
1 children of Burgermeister Kraus, of
Bingen, and hia wife Frau Maria.
My father adored music, and we were
taught to play on some instrument or
other, or else to sing, and, by my
faith I I hold vre did considerable cred
it to our musical education. When
I was IS my father presented me with
a fine oM "Cremona," which I christ
ened "Fortunato," and which event
ually became my life-long friend and
Neth.ng gave me greater pleasure
than to take my dear violin into
the woods rnd there, by the murmur
ing brook, beneath the rustling trees,
dreamily improvise new melodies and
vary old ones. So greatly did my fath
er delight In oar accomplishments
that he organized an amateur concert
every Thursday afternoon, at which
art least a quarter of the town assisted
to admire or criticise about aa much
music as ceuld be erewded into a
three hours' performance, divided in
to two equal parts by a tray of
right refreshments handed round by
Karl and myself.
One fine autumn afternoon. Just as
our first sonata was concluded, a
very singular-looking Individual en
tered the concert room. He was as
thin aad pale aa an apparition and
entirely dressed in shabby garments
of light blue corduroy. His well-worn
knee breeches were blue, his Jacket
was Mue, hia vest wae blue, and the
huge cravat that fastened hts great
flapping shirt oollar wae also of varied
and fasted shades of blue. He had a
big honked nose, thin, hungry-looking
jaws, and the only redeeming
features that he possessed were his
dark and intelligent eyes, and theae
were hidden by a pair of blue specta
cles. Hia long, untrimmed hair was a
ginger red, and his beard, I verily
believe, had never been out since it
first began to grow.
He did not attempt to apologise for
Ma intrusion, but without looking to
the right or to the left made straight
for a raeant seat and began to pay
marked attention to the music. It was
my turn to play, but I was so eon
fused, ae utterly dumfounded by the
appearance of thia strange creature
that when I struck my violin with the
bow my hand trembled so that I could
not produce a single note. Again and
again I tried, and at last was about
to give It up In despair when the man
in blue rose from his seat and came
straight to me. "Young man," he
said, "you have a more difficult instru
ment there than you think. Hand it
to me and I will play in your stead."
1 mechanically gave him "Fortunato"
and he at once commenced his per
formance. Never hud I heard such
playing before. The instrument
seemed to receive from his bow a soul
capable of expressing every emotion.
I should have mentioned that we
were on the eve of our grand annual
musical festival at which some of the
greatest musicians of Germany had
announced their intention of attend
ing. My father, naturally concluding
that our guest was some celebrated
maestro who had arrived incognito,
haatened to thank him for the favor
he had conferred upon ua and alao to
ffer him his hospitality during his
stay la. the tows. The Man in Blue at
f rst refused, then hesitated, and Anal
ly accepted our pressing invitation.
We paid him every attention, and by
his gentle manners and delightful tal
ent he soon won our affection. But
every attempt to find out who he was
and whence he came proved vain; he
took no notice of our hints, and not
one of us dared ask him the questions
direct. He set himself to work to
teach me a great many things con
cerning the violin, and to this curious
man I owe many of my subsequent and
If a stranger hnppened to pay us a
visit, our new friend would immediate
ly take refuge in the garden. He liked
to be alone with Karl, myself and
"FortiHiato." One day a merchant
named Krebbs came on some matter of
business he had to transact with my
father, and stumbled upon the Man in
Blue, who was making good his es
cape. The poor violinist on seeing
Merchant Krebbs turned ns pale as
death, nnd, covered with confusion,
tottered to a bench, hiding his fate
in his hands.
"Well, I declare," Haiti Krebbs to my
father, "you are an odd man to re
reive that creature into your family.
Why, I thought he was in prison or In
k lunatic asylum, or drowned or run
"Do you know him, then?" asked
my father with ill-disguised curiosity.
"Know him! Of course I do. His
name is Bese nnd he is by trade n car
penter. But, bless you, he's as mad ns
a March dure. Some time ago our
church organ was struck by lightning.
Iteze came forward at once and pro
posed to mend it, provided the parish
furnish him the materials. As he was
known for a good musician nnd a clev
er workman, our pastor granted his
request. To work went he and slaved
night and day for at least six weeks.
At last the organ was mended, Beze
struck a few chords, nnd it sounded
better than ever. The day arrived for
the first public hearing of the renovat
ed instrument; the mayor and all the
village was present, nnd Beze himself
did not fail to appear attired iu his
usual blue. Blue is his color. He
made some vow or other years ago to
the Virgin never to wear any other
than ln.r colors blue and white. I
tell you he is crazy. But to return to
the organ. When the organist began
to play upon it, devil of a sound would
it produce, except when he pulled the
new stop out. Off wenttheorgnn whoo!
whee, and then it set to squeaking and
whistling like mad. The girls began
to laugh, the mayor to swear, and the
pastor well, he became frantic, poor
man. Beze is a fool, an idot. 'He has
ruined the organ,' cried everyone.
And soon, amid the derision of the
congregation your friend left the
church. Strange to aay, since that day
we have never seen the creature, but
our organ is completely spoilt and re
mains aa silent as the tomb."
Thus spoke Merchant Krebbs. Icould
hear no more, but hurried out to eon
sole our poor friend. I found him ait
ting all forlorn under an apple tree,
his face turned toward the setting
sun. "Ah! my good young friend,"
he cried, "do you see yon little cloud
which obscures the splendor of the
sun? So the words of a foolish man
may tarnish the fame of a genius."
"But," I replied, "see the little cloud
has already vanished and the sun is
all the brighter for the contrast."
lie smiled. "The clouds thst hang
over my tarnished name will have to
pass away aoon, or it will be too late.
That organ I reconstructed has a soul
within it. All my life I have worked
hard to lodge my ideal of music within
the compass of a single instrument. I
have done this. The soul is there,
but I know not how to play upon the
organ, and in their blind rage they
will not allow me to explain the
mechanism of the instrument to them.
Oh! that I could find Sebastian Bach!
He wqatld awaken the soul of music
that lie's asleep in my organ and prove
to the world that Beze is neither mad
nor an impostor."
My father took no notice of what
Krebb had aaid, and when he Joined na
in the garden he entreated Bene to
play to him as usual in the open air.
The Man in Blue played a number of
national and simple melodies in such
a pathetic manner that several times
I saw my father's eyea fill with tears.
At last, he said, "My friend, though
your organ is a failure, your music is
Heavenly. Stay with me, I pray you.
"My organ ia not a foiiure; it is the
one triumph of my life."
"But no one ean play upon it"
"One day someone will, and then
"Welt, we will say no more about it
Come, rupper is ready," and he led
the way indoors.
Next morning the Man in Blue was
missing. We were sorry for his dis
appearance, but soon forgot all about
him, the festival being at hand.
Clock had promised to come, and we
were anxioua to know with whom he
would stay. Thin Bach arrived, and
soon after Graun, whose genius atone
inspired hfk lovely melodies, and with
him came those inseparable friends,
Furch and Hasse. From Hamburg
came Gassmann and Telemann. Few
of you, I dare say, have ever heard of
these composers, nnd yet, believe me,
you are more familiar with their mel
odies than you imagine. Many of the
popular tunes you now admire I have
heard in my youth fresh from the
brain of their original composers, and
free from the twirls and shakes clum
sily added to disguise their true ori
gin. These illustrious persons were as
simple and unostentatious in manner
as it is possible to be. They assem
bled in St. Cecilia's hall, and I had the
privilege of assisting at the rehearsals.
I often passed hours listening to their
long discussions on harmonies, fugues,
scales and chords.
One night Gluck played for the first
time a portion of his Iphigenia, and on
another Bach enchanted us by a per
formance of his delightful Preludes.
Baeh, somehow or another, took a
j fancy to me. He had observed the
marked attention with which I lis
tened to the remarks of the different
composers and to their music. He
ssked me my name, and who my father
, was, and, growing hold, I related not
only all ahout myself, but also the
1 tory of my fris'nd in blue.
"An organ no one can piny upon!"
exclaimed the grea composer. "Well,
I that's singular."
"But I am sure you ian."
"Because I am certnin that the mnn
i who made the organ is a great musi
, rian although he cannot play upon it
I himself, and thoroughly understood
what he was about when he attempted
, to mend it. He plays the violin like
"As well as I do?" nsked Graun.
I hestitated and hung my head. I
! did not dare say "Yes," and yet I
could not say "No."
"Speak up my boy; always tell the
"Be plays better than you, I think,
' sir, but then he always plays out in
the woods, nnd music sounds better
there than in a room."
"True so it does."
"My masters," said I at last after
some hesitation, "will nny of you in
your charity try the organ. The vil
lage is not far distant. You will there
by help this poor man."
"I will go myself," answered Bach,
"next Sunday. But sny nothing about
it to anyone, only to your friend in
order to insure his presence in the
oh ti re's "
1 gladly promised to carry out the
illustrious composer's request.
On leaving the St. Cecilia hall that
evening it was a Friday to my sur
prise almost the first person I met was
the Man in Blue. Hidden in the court
yard of the hull, he hud been listen
ing to the music, and was in a state
of nervous excitement and enthusiasm
which quite alarmed me. At first I
hesitated to tell of Bach's intention,
but at Inst did so. He received the
news in a manner I little expected.
Uo made no demonstration, but fol
lowed me in silence until we were in
a lonely part of the town a little
square, in the center of which grew
two or threo trees. Here he paused,
and, falling on his knees, prayed earn-
' estly. The moon shone down upon
his uplifted face, and it seemed al
most beautiful, so great waa the ex
pression it bore of earnest devotion
and gratitude. When he had finished
! his prayer, he embraced me in silence
I and we parted.
I Sunday arrived, and at an early hour
I I started for the village church. Aa I
; crossed the little field in front of it, I
saw advancing from the opposite side
; several of the professors, and among
them Bach. By-and-by, as it got noised
about that soma of the celebrities
were in the church, it filled up to
excess. Presently Bach ascended the
organ loft. How my heart beat! Mass
began. At the "Kyrie" the hitherto
mute Instrument for the flrsl time
wafted forth such heavenly sweetness
that the congregation was thrilled as
If by the music of angnls. As the
masa advanced the more marvelous be
came the harmony. The "Agnus" was
so plaintive that I saw tears In the
eyes of Gluck, who stood by me, and
the "Sane t us" sounded so triumphant
ly that it required but little imagin
ation to believe the Cherubim and
Seraphim were Indeed singing their
Jubilant song of praise, "Holy, Holy ia
the Lord God of Sabaoth!"
But where waa the Man in Blue?
Standing by the altar, with his face
turned towards his organ. His ex
preasion waa one of supreme happi
nesa and peace. His spectacles had
fallen from his beautiful but nearly
sightless eyea, and tears of Joy were
running down hia sunken cheeks. His
homely features seemed transfigured
When divine service 'was over, th"
congregation passed round into the.
porch to see the great composers.
"Long live Bsch!" "Hall. Gluck!"
they cried, as they recognized the,
popular men. But Bach held aloof.
"Lead me," he cried, "to that man
of genius who has so wonderfully Im
proved the king of Instruments."
"Master," I cried, "he is in the
church." And so we re-entered the
sacred edifice together, followed by
Graun. I led them to the Man In Blue.
What a change had come over him!
He had collapsed on a beaseh. and that
pallor of death was on his brow. When
he perceived us, he endeavored to rise.
"Ah! excuae me, my masters. I re
ceive you very poorly, hut I am not
well; the. Joy has killed mo. I aia
dying of sheer happiness."
They raised him between them while
I rait' for the priest, shutting the,
church door as'I went out, to prevent
"Master, I am dying play to me,"
he begged. Bach, seeing that mortal
aid was vain, left us and went up the
organ loft. Solemnly he played as
he had never done before. The priest
came, and Graun and I knelt down
whilst the Man in Blue received the
last Sacrament. When thia pious act
waa accomplished, we came nearer to
him. He took my hand, and Graun
rested his head upon hia own breast.
Solemnly the music stole through the
silent church, solemnly the sunlight
streamed through the stained win
dows, and the Angel of Death stood
within the temple of God.
"I am very happy," murmured the
dying man, "since Bach plays to me on
my organ and Graun allows me to
rest my dying head on his bosom."
Turning to me, he said gently, "God
bless thee, my child; tell them I am
neither road nor an impostor. My
organ had a soul."
Graun bent over him nnd kissed his
brow, and with an exquisite look of
gratitude for thia act of sympathy and
respect he died, and the Angel of
Death winged his way back to Heav
en, bearing the soul of the poor Man
ia Blue to God. Cassell's Magazine,
TBS SUNDAY SCHOOL.
Leasoa In the Iatermational Series fa
October O, lOOl Joseph Sold
Into K to ill.
Prepared by H. C. Lenlcgton.
THE LESSON TEXT.
M And It came to pass, when Joseph was
come unto his brethren, that they strlpt
Joseph out of his coat, his coat of muny col
ors that was on him;
St. And they took him. ar.d-oast him Into
a pit; and the pit was empty, there was
ao water In It.
X. And they sat down to int bread: and
they lifted up tbelr eyes una luokid. and.
behold, a company of Ishmaelltes came
from GUesd with their camels bearing
splcery and balm and myrrh, going to
carry It down to Egypt.
2. And Judah said unto his brethren.
What profit Is It If vse slay our brother, und
conceal hit blood?
27. Come, snd let us sell him to the Ish
maelltes, and let not our hand be upon him;
for he It our brother and our fleih. And
his brethren were content.
a. Then there passed by Mldlar.ites mer
chantmen; and Iheyvdrcw and lifted up Jo
seph out of the pit, and sold Joseph to the
Ishmaelltes for 30 pieces of fl?ver; and
they brought Joseph into Egypt.
And lteuben returned unto the pit;
and, behold, Joseph was not In the pit;
and he rent his clothes.
30. And he returned unto his brethren,
and said. The child is DOt; und 1. whither
shall I go?
31. Ann they took Joseph's coat, and
killed a kid of the goats, und dipped the
coat in the blood;
32. And they sent the coat of many colors,
and they brought it to their lather; und
said. This have we found; know now
whether it be thy ton's coat or no.
33. And he knew It, and said, It is my
ton's coal; an evil beast hath devoured
him; Joseph it without doubt rent la
color text. The patriarch a,
muted with envy, sold Joaeph Into
Kaypli bat Uwtl waa with him. Acta
NOTES AND COMMENTS.
Thus far in our study uf the Old
Test a incut we have covered three great
epochs iu the history of the world:
(1) First, we had the story of creation
! and of the fall of man. (2) Second,
came the increasing wickedness of
mankind, followed by their almost to
tal annihilation in the flood, and a
fresh beginning for the race iu the
family of Noah. (;i) Third, we came
to the time of Abraham, which old
patriarch heard the voice of God and
tried to follow its leadings. His faith
fulness (end his faith) brought the
specific covenant of Ood for the chosen
people of which he was to be the fa
ther. We see further the establish
ment and partial fulfillment of the
covenant in the large family of Jacob,
whose name was changed to Israel,
thus giving his diascendauta the name
of Israelites. - j
To come down to the present lesson,
we properly cover in its study the en
tire thirty-seventh chapter of Genesis,
of which the following is a brief an
alysis: Jealousy of Joseph's Brothers.. ..Vs. 1- 4
Joseph's Two Dreams Vt. 6-11
Bfothars Conspire to Kill Him.. ..Vs. 12-20
But Reuben Saves Him Vs. 21-24
He Is Sold to Ithmaelltet Vs. 2&-28
And Reported to His Father as
Dead Vs. 29-
Sold to Potlphar, In Egypt Verse 36
Jealousy of Joseph's Brothers.
Joseph's brothers were jealous 'be
cause their father "loved Joseph more
than all his children." Joseph was the
child of Jacob's old age, and this fact
explains the great love of his father
for him. The love was shown in many
ways probably, but most conspicuous
ly by the gift of the ooat of many col
ors. . k
Joseph's Two Dreams. What added
to the hatred of the brothers was Jo
seph's childish imprudence in imme
diately detailing to them any fancied
or real preferment. This is. well illus
trated in the eaae of his two dreams,
dreams which had a real and vital sig
nificance for him, but which be would
have bfetter kept to himself for his own
inspiration. Both dreams foretold a
time when, in a position of authority,
he ahould oommand the reverence and
respect, not oply of his brothers, but
of his father and mother also. Jacob
rebuked him, but father-like remem
bered them, nourishing the hope that
this beat-beloved son should indeed
make marked success in ltfe.
The Conspiracy to Kill Him. The
Jealousy of Joseph's brothers was
deeper than Jacob ever imagined, else
Jacob would never have sent him with
a message to them off in the distant
pasture, whither the flock had been
ld. Here they had him in their power,
"this dreamer" who bossted of making
them some time bow down before him.
little did they dream that they by
their hatred were working out the
fulfillment of those very dreams. It
IB the universal history that even
base passions can be made to
k to the glory of God.
Keubea Saves Him. Beuben was the
eldest brother, hence responsible to
fig father for the deeds of the others
and the safety of the youngest son.
Moreover, his age and experience had
Ston him a more kindly disposition,
Bat his pie i to save Joseph by hiding
him in a pit failed, for during a tem
porary absence the other brothers sold
him to a caravan of Ishmaelltes.
Reported to Hia Father as Dead.
The chief cruelty was not to the boy
thus sold into slavery, but to the aged
father who' had loved him. This is an
other lesson to be gotten from this
atory: the results of human passions
are seldom those which are intended.
They had indeed gotten rid (tempo
rarily) of their brother, but they had
sorely wounded their father.
Rest is not religion, but religion gives
The new heart helps us to put off the
Self-denial is the spinal column of
The mother-vein of truth is found in
It requires Gospel grace to make
Gospel methods succeed.
The only way to conceal truth that
ought to be spoken ia to imprison it in
at atmosphere of falsehood. Barn's
A Child's erg
Pierces the soother's heart like a sword.
Often the mother who would do every
thing for the little one she lores, is ut
terly impotent to help and finds no
help in physicians. That was the cas
with Mrs. Duncan, whose little one waa
almost blind with
waa led to use Dr.
Medical . Discov
ery and so cured
the child without
resorting to a
The great blood
ties of Dr. Pierce'
, been proved over
and over again in
cases of scrofula,
and other diseases which are caused by
an impure condition of the blood. It
entirely eradicates the poisons which
feed disesse, snd builds up the body
with sound, healthy flesh.
"My little daughter became afflicted with
scrotals, which Affected her eyes." writes Mrs,
Agnes U. Dunces, of MABifield. Sebsstian CO..
Ark. "She could not bear the light for over a
Sear. We tried to cure. her eyes, but nothing
id Any good. We had our home physician Ana
he Advised as to lake her to en oculist, as her
eyelids would have to be 'scraped.' They had
become to thick he thought she would never
recover her tight. At there wai no one else to
whom we could apply my heart tank within
me. I went to your 'Common Sense Medical
Advlter,' read your treatment on scrofula get
ting the properties of mcdiclnet there Advised.
With five bottles of Golden Medlctl Discovery "
1 htve catlrely cured my child.
" Hoping thu will be of some ate to you And
a blettlng to other sufferers, with heartfelt
j thanks, I remain.
Doctor Pierce's Pleasant Pellets are
an excellent laxative for children.
They are easy to take and thorough
' in action.
Tramp Would ye kindly help a poor
sick man, me lovely lady, who'd orter
be in the horspittal, but's too proud
i ter go?
Lady Poor fellow! Here's a quar
ter. What is it you're sick with?
Tramp Spring fever, mum. Har
"Pa," said little Willie, looking up
! from his books, "what are 'gastso
j nomics?' "
"Why er lemme see," said the old
man. "O! they're these country jays
that blow out the gas." Philadelphia,
eteaee Set at Naaarht.
"Mosquitoes give us malaria, and ma
laria robs us of energy."
"Oh, I don't know; when a mosquito
bites me I at once feel great increase
of energy, and hop around like mad
nntll I get a slap at him." Chicago
"Why," said his friend, "the tem
perature ia lower than it was yester
day." "I don't care anything about the
temperature," said the stout person.
"A man is as hot ss he feels." Puck.
Mamma I hope you gave that young
Custar a piece of your mind when he
Ethel Ah, mamma, I wanted to hear
your opinion about it first. N. Y.
The Better Part.
The bachelors say that, on the whole,
Their Independent homes will do:
But married men hsve better halve
And therefore better quarters, too.
THOSE EQI INK HATS.
TJaeto BSekoryerlek Whoa, tbsr,
Betsyl Bitoffe! Whar ye gwinc?
Betay There's a furniture van
ahead with mirror in the rear end.
I want to see if my hat's oat straight.
Oa Asalai Ott A aroin.
"What pretty white flowers they
are on that plant."
"Yes, but they don't stay on very
"No, they're .bachelor's but tool,
you know." Philadelphia Press.
A Dall Programme.
Auntie Don't you want to go to
Johnny-I don't know. I think n
must be a place where people spend
their time behaving themselvei.
"I never could see why they alway1
called a boat 'she.' "
"Evidently you have never tried t
gteer one." Brooklyn Life.
sob can or enrca oi any na ,
easily, be made well, strong; magnetic,
new life aad vigor by taking HO-TV-
s . ' " Wans
You can be cared of aay form otUbaKO " n
...ll h. sss.H smell ntennar. magnetic,
ten pounds in ten days. Over
cared. All druggist t. Cure guerai
aUtMJtOY CO., Chicago or New