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THE TIMES, NEW ULOOMFIELI), 1A., OCTOMSlt 11, 1881.
A DEBT CANCELLED.
OfiLY a broken violin t There It lay In
the mud, a worthless piece of wood,
rudely (mapped hi twain, with a few
loose fragments of string, soundless,
voiceless; yet beside it, as reverently as
though bending over a something hu
man that had died with a passionate
burst of grief, as for some dearly-loved
friend, knelt a little lad of some thir
teen summers.
Out from the mud, with tender, ca
ressing touch, he lifted up the shattered
remnants, his tears falling the while
thick and fast, his slight frame convulsed
with the sobs which would not be re
pressed. He made no outcry, but hla face was
white with the anguish of despair. He
had lost his all the friend to whom he
poured out all his woes; the companion
who, uutil now, never had failed him;
his second, better, nobler self.
Not many paces distant on the side
walk Btood the perpetrator of the out
rage, a sort of undefined remorse gnaw
ing within his breast. For mere bravado
he had wrenched from the hands of the
little musician his Instrument and brok
en it across his knee, throwing the pieces
in the mud.
Realizing dimly that be bad commit
ted a coward's and a bully's act, he took
from his pocket a small coin and tossed
it toward the boy.
"Take that," he cried, "and stop your
whlmperlug. You've no business to
play your mueio in the publio streete.
You're a beggar and a nuisance 1"
But In an instaut, with flashing eyes
and head thrown proudly back, the little
street Arab had flung the money back.
"You think you can pay me thus!" he
replied, In frenzied tones. "It is I who
owe you a debt I yet will live to wipe
out!"
They stood one instant looking stead
ily into each other's eyes one the senior
of the other by some three oif four years,
tall and powerful, clad In broadcloth and
fine linen one a little, shrinking lad ;
his ragged clothes bespattered with the
mud of the streets.
' At this moment, an open carriage
rolled by, but the little girl seated within
it had, with her quick eyes, discovered
something amiss.
She had seen the disdainful return of
the rejected coin ; she had heard the
boy's words ; she had marked the traces
of a passionate grief upon his face, aud,
with a hasty command to the coachmau
to stop, she called him to her.
"What are you about to do, Miss Bel
ma V" questioned the lady with her, her
governees.
"Nothing naughty, dear Miss Irwin,"
she replied. "This poor boy see, his
violin is broken. lam so sorry for him!"
The lad slowly had approached the
carriage, in obedience to her command ;
but there was no light in his face, no
eagerness In his step.
"How did this happen ?" asked the
little girl.
Carl looked up. AVas this an angel
who spoke to him V He had never seen
any one half so lovely. Her hair float
ed about her shoulders in a shower of
gold, and resting on it wa9 a white hat,
with a long white plume drooping far
down behind; her eyes were like two
purple pansies ; on her cheek was the
flush of the sunrise ; her lips were red as
the carnation, though they quivered
with her unspoken sympathy.
The boy held'up the broken pieces of
Lis violin.
"It was my all!" he said. "I shall
starve now, but I am glad of that, for I
lid not love it only that it brought me
bread. I loved it because it talked to me,
and with it I was never lonely.
"But can you not buy another V"
"I have no money, miss. I can never
make enough, since this has gone. I
had hoped some day to buy something
better than this, but now the day will
never come!"
A shade of thoughtfulness crept over
the sweet, fair face. In one little gloved
band she held a tiny purse, and within
it there bright, glittering gold pieces
shone. They were to purchase a coveted
doll, her fond father's birthday gift.
She turned hastily to her governess.
"IMease, Miss Irwin, do you think
papa would be displeased if I do not buy
my dollV No, no I know he would
not!".
Then, waiting for no reply, she pressed
the purse into the boy's hands.
'Go buy yourviolln," she said. "No,
you must not return this as you returned
the other money ; but some day, when
you are a great musician, you shall re
pay me. Who knows t you may play
at my wedding."
And with a little, light laugh, ar the
carriage started forward, the child, with
a wave of her hand, disappeared.
The boy stood motionless, wrapt in a
sort of ecstasy. No doubt that a verita
ble angel bad visited him, crossed his
mind. Had he been dreaming Y No ; for
within his hand lay the dainty little
purse. Opening It almost with reverence,
the shining pieces of gold met his gaze ;
but something else as well a little piece
of pasteboard, and address. The lad
lifted it to his lips.
"It Is another debt I owe,' be said
softly to himself.
'
Ten years later, aud on a bright star
lit night in January, the New York
Academy of Music was filled from pit to
dome. The great violinist, Herr Carl
Bel berg was to appear. He was very
young, not twenty-three, the critics said,
and yet he had reached the eenlth of his
fame. A great wave of applause greeted
him as he came forward to the centre of
the stage. He wtfs tall but slight, with
large, dreamy eyes, a mouth whose sen
sitiveness the blonde mustache could not
wholly hide. With a soft, caressing mo
tion, he drew the bow across the strings.
Au almost humau voice of exquisite
melody seemed to respond. The house
held Us breath to listen.
In one of the lower proscenium boxes
sat a young girl of nlnetenn. Hlie wore
no bat, aud in her gphlen hair there
gleamed a diamond star. She was beau
tiful with a rare lovliness. There was
no fairer in all the crowded assemblage.
Behind her, leaning on the back of her
chair, was a young man whose gaze of
rapt admiration never withdrew Itself
a man of superb height and breadth of
form and with eyes and hair dark as the
night eyes which glowed with feeling
as they dwelt upon her face, for the hope
nearest Fairfax Farley's heart was to
win tills woman for his wife.
She turned toward him as the music
died, with a quick indrawiug of her
breath.
"Tell me," she whispered, "was it not
perfect V"
"I did not hear It," he replied. "I
was thinking but of you."
A vivid flush, almost of annoyance,
rose to her brow ; but that moment the
young musician, recalled by the thun
dering plaudits of the people, reappear
ed. His gaze now wandered over the
house, Anally resting on that one exqui
site face. He gave a Budden start. Of what,
of whom, did she remind himV For a
full moment their eyes met; theu, with
a sudden inspiration, he drew his bow.
What was be playing V It was cadence
no man had ever heard before. It seem
ed to tell au unknown Btory, if but one
could have Interpreted it. It began in a
storm of grief, of passionate anguish and
despair, unreasoning, hopeless ; then fol
lowed a lull, a rift in the clouds, a sud
den gleam of sunshine, a heavy tolling
of weary feet, often torn and bleeding,
but with that rift of sunshine never quite
hidden by the clouds overhead ; no mat
ter how dark or dense they gathered ;
theu came a burst of triumph, a song of
victory, a transport of passion, and then
peace.
The last note seemed to have no end
ing. Its echoes lingered In a melodious
hush, and rang in the pivans of ap
plause. The girl in the box tore the violets
from her breast, and threw them at Bel
berg's feet. Flowers rained everywhere,
but these only he stooped to gather.
These he held' so tightly that their
crushed fragrance was wafted to his
senses as he bowed his adieux.
The young musician waB the Hon of
the hour. Fashionable ladles sought
him out. Invitations to fetes, and re
ceptions, and dinners, rained upon him.
It was at one of these latter that he and
Miss Laurence met.
"I have pressed your flowers," he said
to her, In a low voice.
"My flowers V" she answered, with a
blush.
Then she remembered the violets she
so Impulsively had thrown him.
"I had almost forgotten," she added.
"What was it, Herr Seiberg, that you
played I It has haunted me every day
since."
"Some day," he replied, "I will tell
you. Now you shall know only that
you were its inspiration."
Were his words pftsumptlon V She
could not answer; neither could she
know the Btrange power which ever
swayed her in this man's presence.
"You do not teach V" she said to him,
one day.
"No," he answered. "But if you will
be my pupil, it would be Indeed a pleas
ure." "And your terms V"
His face flushed.
"I need no gold," he respond. "It Is
only that some day you should hear my
story.
"I see nothing of you, Selnia," said
Fairfax Farley, during this time. "Do
you forget that I have some claims V
"No, I forget nothing," she said.
But there was sadness rather than hap
piness In her tone.
"Are you not yet ready to give me
your answer, dear It" the man continued.
"Why do you hold me in suspense?
Why, darling, may I not have the sweet
promise that I crave V"
Did she shudder y If bo, it was but
momentary, as the sweet young voice
made answer.
"True," It said, "you have been very
patient ; but be bo yet a little longer.
Let me but be sure of myself. It is only
for this assurance, Fairfax, that I wait."
But underneath Fairfax Farley's
courteous calm was a seething mael
strom, a burning jealousy,
Two weeks later, he waited outside
Miss Laurence's home until Herr Bel
berg stood on the steps, in the moon
light. He had been passing the evening
with her. . The two had dined at her
table. An hour before, Mr. Farley had
made his adieux.
"Herr Belbergl"
It was his voice, addressing the young
musician.
"Yes," he responded, his surprise
showing in his tone.
"I have waited for you," continued
Mr. Farley, "In order to ask of you a
favor. It Is a great fuvor, but money
need be no object between us. I am
willing to pay you any price, however
fabulous; and although I know It is
quite out of your line, I want very muoh
that you should play one solo at my
wedding."
In the moonlight, Herr Belberg's face
showed a strange pallor.
"At your wedding? You are to be
married ? May I inquire to whem V"
"Miss Lawrence is my betrothed. Had
you not heard V"
Both in question and auswer rang a
strained Intensity ; but the silence that
followed had In Its dumbness more force
than either. Then Herr Belberg spoke.
"To-morrow night at this hour, you
shall have my decision," he said, aud
rapidly strode away.
Before noon, the day following, Miss
Laurence received Herr Seiberg's card.
Penciled on it were these words :
"Pardon my iutruslon, and grant me
half-hour's interview In which to bid
you farewell."
Farewell! There was a certain spas
modic fluttering of her heart as she dim
ly realized its purport.
What did this sudden departure por
tend V and why why did it cause this
faint sickness, which stole through every
pulse aud fibre of her being V
"Show Herr Seiberg up," she said to
the servant; theu, schooling herself to
be calm, sat awaiting him.
On the threshold of the room he paus
ed. "You asked me once, Miss Laurence,"
he began, "the story my violin told on
the night we met. I answered that some
time you should know. Would it weary
you to hear it now."
She bowed assent, and motioned to a
chair ; but he still stood.
"I must go back many years," he said,
"to the time when I was a little lad,
foot sore and friendless. Nay not friend
less! I had one friend a poor little
piece of wood, with strings across It;
but I forgot that it was wood. In my
hours of loneliness and grief, and sad
ness, I would talk to it, and then by Idly
drawing my bow across its strings, it
would answer me. Ah, no one would
have believed it but myself, but it paint
ed to me the future it told me all that I
might be it whispered courage it
breathed hope. Well, one day, strolling
through the streets, touching its chords,
asking no alms I never begged a boy
older than I, taller, stronger, a boy rich
ly dressed, and with a gold chain hang
ing at his vest, stopped and mocked me.
I walked on silently. He followed me,
and, in an unprepared moment, snatch
ed my violin, and snapping it across his
knee, threw it in the filth aud mud of
the 9treet.
"I was Btunned. The magnitude of
my loss overwhelmed me. The surgiug
tide of my despair closed in about my
soul. I saw neither earth nor sky
naught save the shattered, voiceless
wood. Then he who had wrought the
wanton, wicked act, threw, me a coin.
It roused me from my stupor. I caught
and hurled it back. Not thus might he
pay the debt I owed to him.
"In that moment a carriage passed.
Seated within was a beautiful child a
little girl. She ordered the coachman to
stop. She had seen something of what
had happened. She inquired the cause
of my distress. Then, with a tender
pity in her eyes, and a voice like music,
she put her purse Into my bands and
bade me use its contents as I would.
" 'Some day,' she said, 'when you are
a great musician, you shall repay me.
Who knows you may play at my wed
ding !' "
The girl's head was bowed now. Her
bosom rose and fell. Two sparkling
tears glimmered on the lashes which
swept her cheek. Like a dream it all
cauue back to her ; like a vision, she saw
the boyish face uplifted to hers through
a mist of tears.
Herr Seiberg strode to her side. He
put his hand within bis coat and drew
something forth. Instinctively she
knew it to be the little purse.
"It has never left me," he said hoarse
ly. "I owe all that I am to you. The
gulf between us is as wide now as then.
I have never hoped to cross it. You are
the heiress of a rich man. I, too, have
wealth, but that cannot wipe out the
past. Let me tell you though what I
did. I took your money aud bought
with it my violin. The man who sold
it to me had a klndlv fane, and when I
paid him for it I asked of him a favor.
'"The money with which I purchase
this was lent to me,' I said. I would
like oh, so very much! to keep the
Bame gold. Will you lay it aside for
three mouths, when I may redeem it?
I do not know that I can, but I will save
every penny I earn, if you will but do
this for me.' "
"The man smiled and consented."
"He marked the gold in my sight, and
laid It away. Within the time I had re
gained possession of it. It lk here, Miss
Laurence. It seems a trifling sum now
to both of us, but remember that it has
made me all that I am. Yet its payment
does not pay the debt. You said, per
haps I might play at your wedding.
Command me, and I obey, even though
I thus foreswear my second debt to the
boy who a second time, in manhood,
causes me the deepest misery my life has
known."
He paused, and held outstretched
toward her the open purse. His face
was like marble ; his eyes shone with a
wonderful fire.
"Of what are you speaking?" she
said, gently. "Whom am I tomarry ?"
"Last night, lie told me you were his
betrothed."
"He? who ?"
"Fairfax Farley !"
"It is not true. He has wished it so,
but I did not know my own heart, and
asked that he should wait. I know it
now. I know that it can never be.
Carl, you spoke of the gulf between us.
Is it one that love will not bridge. ?"
The next night, Fairfax Farley and
Herr Seiberg met.
"You have decided ?" asked the for
mer. "It Is impossible!" Carl replied; "but
since you so kindly have asked me to
play at your wedding, may I not ask you
to dance at mine ?"
"Ah, you are betrothed, than ?"
"Yes."
"And to whom?"
"Miss Laurence," the young musician
answered proudly.
Two little words a name soon to be
merged Into another identity ; but their
moment utterance had canceled his two
fold debt.
Efficacy of Prayer.
A singular story Is being told in New
Orleans upon Pinchback, the sallow
coniplexloned Senator, to the eftect that
he dropped $1,700 playing poker one
night in the house of a colored preacher.
It.seems that a couple of high toned
Chicago moaks went down there, and
induced him to visit the house of the col
ored dlviue on a high and holy pretext,
and after getting him up stairs proposed
a game of penny ante. From penny
ante it ran into five cent ante, theu ten,
then twenty-five, and finally it was
agreed that the celling should be the
limit. And all this time the worthy di
vine aud his wife down stairs had no
idea of what was going on. At last
there were big hands out all around, and
Pinchback had $4,000 up, there being
about $3,000 in the pot when the colored
preacher came to the foot of the stairs
and asked the gentlemen to come down
and attend family evening prayers. Of
course there was no other way, so the
pot was divided and the party went
down, Pinchback reading a chapter and
one of the Chicago coons leading in pray,
er. By the time services were over
Pinchback had mastered hla fever and
withdrew from the game, as he had
picked up the Chicago nigger's hand and
saw that he would have lust hla $4,000
only for the efficacy of prayer.
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Give us a man, young or old, high or
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when others fail the friend faithful and
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Our Fault.
There is dew in one flower and not in
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