Show I IN l n I IL IP he would have told I IOU T you OU so no broken doWn outcast from society His I face was clean clenn as soft water could make it his c clothes othes were old but with Ith tt a decent gray age tree free from all taint ut If you had hadI asked hIm how he lived Hyett he would have I answered you As a kIng eating and andI I drinkIng my fill and W with Ith subJects that i I come and pay me tribute as I bid them And here hare h he would add holding up ft a bag of faded that hung from his I bould r here is m my magic i So o indeed it was an old oki violin Slum Slumbering but ready to wake and sin sing and steal hearts at the bidding ot of Its I master And If you ou had naked asked him it if he were ere I happy lie he would have told you ou In summertime happy ns as the day is 15 long longI I wander through the villages playing in the market marketplaces they look for formy formy my coming and regret my going Aman A roan man must yes he must live through the winter so that he may en enjoy enjoy joy the summer again At that he would have hae bowed dab elaborately and introduced himself ns as Sig Signor Signor I nor then whispered red laugh laughing I ing But my fathers name namo was Rob RobInson macri Inson It I had been Robinson too I 1 should have sat flut on a stool and then perhaps in a leather chair drIving hard bargains and mUng my pockets With money mone But II mn am SIgnor Con and I have nothing but my lid tile dIe I am n a disappointment n a good whose name Is never men by his family But one day I will arise and go to my father not notto notto to s I have sinned because I not a bIt of to pl play to him o Oh yes 1 m pIa play to him and we ve shall See lice My little friend he would hold the old brown violin loving unlock the gate ot of paradise for tor me That was a prophecy I played to the Romany folk an hour I for It It happened on a 11 bright summer I m morning that in his wander wanderings I Ings came to the gate ot of a great man mansion sion sian Now ow of all thIngs in the world I save h s fiddle and old trees Contra loved old houses so he passed In boldly Terraced lawns bright with flowers sloped down from the house on the lowest a girl was feeding some pea peacocks cocks stopped the house forgotten In a greater contentment Hidden among the trees that bordered the drive he watched her for several minutes and then than forgetful that there would be guardians ot of such beauty the foolish fellow tellow must needs want to play to her But that he did not for the old vIolin tucked un under Under der his elfin and the bow nicely poised he was tapped the shoulder tier der and turning found himself facIng R a tall man of middle age and knew him to be are u here Bo Be off with you youIe Ife Ie was as no servant It lord of the manor himself his fiddle under his arm ann quIetly b begged ea the angry squires pardon and walked back to the gate while the disturber or of his peace Was content to watch him pass pas out md and tramp awa away along the duet dusty rO road II 0 C Driven out of paradise mused Con I But Ill unlock the gate yet i And A u all that B in a awood awood wood he played his the gat ga melodies with which he delighted th the but tb the lc or of the great mast rs Sir and anel his daugh daughter ter having dined were seated on th the stone terrace that ran along the front ot of the old aid house The They had been silent for some time when In the stillness ot of the summer evening a sound star tie tied thorn ilium Who Vh w van It but snug be behind behind hind a bush on fur far side ot of the lawn If the sate te of paradise would not as long as a man hd legs he could climb over And play lie he would despite the angry gentleman Sir would have sought out the trespaSser but ut his daughter begged him f y A servant who appeared below was ordered order d back and Contra dial undisturbed went on with his playing Perhaps the Dt ot of the unseen musician Ute tile qUiet of r the summer evening and the getting Into these gave the music grace Certain It Is toot that he earned the rb right ht to stay awhile in his paradise casting a spell on all who heard him Very full and sweet ane and 10 low carte the music as n a lover behind the bush the old brown fiddle tucked un r his chin played on forgetful of nil the the tho gIrl he be hud had rge feeding peacocks that at morning In itie e In 10 love eM e ed a as evor be had played playe before At wt last he stopp stopped d and returning the violin gently to Its bag baj folded his arms ann annand and walled waited for what would happen Sir Charles himself crossed the lawn lan wIth Phoebe his daughter far too ox ex excited cited to remain quietly behind close nt at athis his heels Sir Charles grave and state stately ly b thanked him for his music said nothing abOut ut the prosecution of tree passers and held out 5 shillings But had not made music 5 i shillings riot not yet was he Robinson So Sir Charles the fine old gentleman begged lum to be his guest Have Hae you far to go for your lodging ing Sir when they part parted d But half a mile mUe But the vIllage began Sir Charles Charlee sorely puzzled r I the Hotel Ha Haystack laughing And so he did despite SIr Charles Chartes protests and offers of a 11 be beit bed it It Is 1 needless tell of the ee evenings played b his bush Sometime drIven by the necessity of obtaIning money for tor to fo U a for he would take nothing front from Sir Charles he would ivander awa away but never to be absent more than a few days The per permission permission mission he made a yule rule of asking before he l played was never but not always did he talk bilk with Sir Charles yet alway with his daughter Phoebe Phoeb And there grew up between them the prettiest flower of love loc planted b by Con music but sunned Into full radiance or of blossom by the mr merry rn whimsIcal wholly lovable personalitY or the musIcIan But when h n the thc summer had nearl nearh gone for tor ninny many days das did not come a week went by and then another and the rain began to drop from gray skies and the leaves to fall So autumn passed and wInter anti and the wonder ot of the spring and Sir Charles almost for forgot forgot got the w wanderIng musician mention mentioning inS ing him but rarely Only his daughter remembered him always s but mentioned not at all And she knew he would auld come again On an August evening In the year rear fol following following lowing 3 a carriage stopped at Sir Charles door aMr ana a gentleman alighted Dressed wholly holly in bl black ck his appear appearance appearance ance waS wai of a mart man of It was i Sir Charles for a moment did not recognize him but Phoebe peeping over banisterS ran and hid herself In her bedroom for no other reason than that she knew he had come for tor her and that he must not know lenow how bow glad she was waa Over the dinner table made history for Sir Charles and Phoc Phocbe be telling them how he had gone back to his father and played to him anti and been forgiven i n He fe had found hire an anold anold old man rIch but full tull ot of care and h he loved the music that could soothe and andrest rest hIm So through the winter Con bad wor wonted ed with his elder brother In his fathers business But the old man died berate before the sprIng came and scarcely three months month after afterward ward hIs brother seeking trade over overseas overseas seas had been drowned so that to him th the prodigal had come all the wealth As for his plans for the future thE they were simple le woul i sell the business buy an estate In time the country countr and U Uin live in An hOUSE companioned b by old trees and old turf this he did not toll tell at that Phoebe All ot due course he did and became Robinson Only he still treasures the old brown fiddle and If f he sleep no longer und under r haystacks yet cares little Zora tora root lie He loves love best to wander through Ute the meadows and over the grassy uplands preferring for tor hs concert haIl ball some tangle of trees iree with willi ro roof t only b by the sky anti And for tor hl audience the laborers In iii neighboring ne fields nelds Perhaps one day duy you may chance to lions hear Chronicle |