Show an and the Yankee f The man that hath not music in and is not moved with of sweet is fit and toils man trust him The editor of the Utah is not a musician and is Et carried away by clas-oal music or grand but enjoy the lively and and he hears the mellow strains My of Lover of My and tones of that the piano or the there a a that else can As Pope the fiercest grief can BOi severest rage soften pain to despair and madness' below it can improve antedate the bliss that will develop in a child and furnish the aged and lonely is and lasting it is fter than all the medicine that ever Any one can furnish music to the ted father and mother in the m on the or in the log on the mountain or Ewe farm house in the ee the children have married 1 and who can give cheer and brighten the stir their and create new happiness and satisfaction within these souls whose earthly sun is about to set is a greater man and is doing more good to the nation than he who gives millions for Not long ago accompanied by my while traveling with a horse and buggy in one of the southern counties of this state we stopped on a steep hill to rest our Just below us was a log house with a rustic yard filled with beds of we were enjoying the beauty of that carefully cultivated door-yard by the side of that lonely there came to our ears' strains of sweet music we my wife as that familiar tune came to It was in the early part of a tranquil day of Indian All was very the summer birds had flown and the sweet notes from the piano seemed to be an echo of their departing my wife as the music then old-fashioned came to us on the balmy the Bicycle Made for and then were the nest selections that held us to that All at once there was a the the the the and my all seemed to be The was what caused then Devil's' Goes the Are followed each other in quick Then the music ceased and all was The faint of the sheep bells came up to us from the valley at our Lover of My Let Me to Thy Bosom We seemed entranced when Other Refuge Have I Hangs My Helpless Soul on came to our as if from the and the My Thou That in That High and Glorious I could stand it no I wanted to see the nimble fingers of the musician who could make a piano bring up all my past life by the sweet melodies I had heard from the days of the little old red cradle in Pennsylvania to these of the Utah Independent in Salt Lake at length when I've All You Sent Me Forth to With Your Mutual Let Me Come and Dwell With The music stopped I knocked on the door of that enchanted log It was opened by a man about 70 years of his eyes were bright and his countenance was radiant with a smile that pictured contentment and happiness like an open I surely this is the but when I saw his knotted and bent his stiff and calloused and bis slowness of I said to these are not the fingers that produced those beautiful He invited us into his neat hut plain living-room by the open was an old but well eared for Before it stood a mechanical piano-player and on a table 1 near by were about fifty music Without a word being spoken on the subject all was explained to The old man was-happy and telling us of settling on the farm about forty years As soon as his first a was old she taught and saving her put it into that he told soon to he our home became brighter each More girls to bless They all loved their In the evenings the-neigh-bors would come We had dancing and piano was the best thing that came into the It brought with it harmony and But in time they all left us for holies of their My married and moved to Salt Lake two years My son was a missionary in England and hc old home did as it used The old house was gloomy and had-no neither my wife or- T could seemed great light i had gone out of our In the evenings were tired and We thought life scarcely worth To get away from our loneliness we went to Salt was conference On as I was walking by Walter music store on State I heard a I saw a boy ting in front of that pointing to the one in and without using his hands he produced sueh good music that it reminded me of my past I was I tried the machine I saw that I could play the I liked it so well that I bought this er and fifty rolls of music for 2 home with it the nest It has more than filled the I like i it even better daughters' or the neighbors' for they only play classical or modern while I play the music pleased me years It cheers me and makes me feci young I play the music I heard when a boy back in the Eastern My wife went to town early this and in her absence I with the aid that been roaming over j the hills and attending the dances of forty-five years ago down in old You proba bly heard me before you came thanked the old man for his talk and and soon wished him good As w e 1 drove over the brow of we heard the low hut distinct tones of Through We desire the readers of the In- l dependent to please remember j that articles or stories like the above are not written to adver- 1 tise Walter or any one We simply tell the story in the old man's own words without any trimmings or We do not get pay for them and do not expect We are ent enough not to detract from anything we may say for fear we may advertise some man or firm without being for But we do say that when any individual or member of a ness firm can sell anything that j will give and contentment to the they j ought to have their statues carved in heroic bronze and placed on public |