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Show TAB TJtl-WEHKL- UTAH. DECEMBER 24 JOURNAL, LOGAN, I Y u J i i , some a TVit ivgiuu, wjnlod Ihlnq year In, year out, more sas was t r down at heriu bright littlo face, aud then the ways, sullenly turning organ crank, sat Da you know, dreamily. waiting soornlog the charitable who dropped pen- she prattled on, when Im out in the aunies, and with her eagle eye piuroing each face that passed, as if on theeternal watch dience,' at concerts, and the hall is full of orfor some one. v people and the gas is lighted, and the can never so black I looks and gan big, Lean and gaunt and brown and wrinbelieve I am so well acquainted with 13 kled was she impervloUYand Indestructible rained upon, blown upon, shone up- and dare to cuddle up like this against u Under, the Bust tv Of Beethoven. Tery flourishing condition. The ,VJ; class &me of goods and the same y f&S5K5ni3$$9iyt5ijK3iUiAv35ivivi5iTiit on It was obliging clerks that gaye the house It wm bright weather cold and clear There sheall one, would (popularity are still found jthere. s ttuns a livery ' stable that is open night and day. The first-clas1 finest kind of rigs can be turned out on short notice and the charges are always reasonable. His hack meets all trains, and transportation can be obtained to any part of the city. Hi place of businees is on Third Street J: ELIA SON SISTERS Conduct the finest millineryand ladies furnishing establishment in Northern Utah. They are experienced in the bnsiness, and buying at a great advantage because of their knowledge, they are enabled to give, their customers the best bargains. Anything and . everything for the adornment and protection of the female figure can be found in this establishment. SPRING POND ICE CO. This company handles the : pur-- i' est and clearest ice, perhaps, that is put up in the county; It is pro doced in a well drained pond through which fresh water is con stantly running. Ice harvested from stagnant ponds is unhealthy and dangerous for family use. Get your ice of this eompanyjuid you will have" apifre products - . THE CROSS ROADS. ' The Cross Roads saloon at Richmond i& an place and is run for the accommodation of the public. All kinds of liquor of the best quality are constantly s pool kept on hand, and a table is kept in readiness and pro prietor Winn is always pleased to : eerve patrons. . up-to-da- te - first-claB- , Hj' I G. S. HATB1LL Is the oldest merchant in Logan, and his two sons and two daugh-- f ters are all merchants. Mr. Hay- ball conducts a . thriving .mercan- i tile business on - First St., having 7V returned to his old stand , in the - , Second ward. It is the place of all places to secure bargains in merchandise. I ' FRED GESSELL, I Gessell, the Third street barber has done a good business daring, the year. He is a good barber, has 'sharp razors, keen" scissors and clean towels,, uses only the best for the face, and preparations treats his customers free for facial blemishes and dandruff. ? . ' ' f . I roskbT KEWLEY. Mr. Kewley not only deals in Rock Spring coal, the best in the market, and gives" full weight, bnt as manager of the Studebaker Bros, business inLogan he is known to the farmers of the county, and in both the coal and wagon business enjoys a good trade. : , . V ' STUDEBAKER BROS. , Studebaker Bros. Mfg. Co. - have leased the Ricks property, east of Thatcher Bros. Bankand'have f placed Tn a large stock of wagons, carriages, bobs, harness, ... etc. Theirs is the; leading' wagon firm in thnUnited 1 States , and. ia con-- ; ceded to be headquarters for that liae of goods. jewel. 'The spArkling promise of a perfect Christmastldo was in tbo air, and the old wall on the big common clicked and pattered to the tread of guy crowds crossing either way, all winter rosy, bundlod laden and bright eyed with exercise. Joyous excitement tingled In the froety wind, that with a koen rash swept tho bare branches overhead and buffeted tho skirts of laughing girls, who came' on, leaning merrily against It and passed In a bright . whirl of. petticoats; with . llttlo shrieks of fun. - Ons group of these, a knot of pretty" schoolgirls, with their skates, bound for tho publio garden, jostled against a tall lad with a small maiden at bis side and crowded .them quite off the walk with little oeremony. The only wonder Is they did .not crowd them out of notice, too, and out of this story at tho same time, for a plain, shabby little mouse was Draxy, trotting along at her brothers side. Those4 rosy girls, sweeping by In their bright gowns and plush and furs, looked ' o bewitching and so brilliant near her could the story hardly help wishing you to be about them instead. . ; ,i There were no fino feathers about Davy, either, poor lad poor bonny Davy in his threadbare clothes ! Walking along behind him, you would have noticed how faded and thin his coat was, and perhaps you would have smiled et the great patch on the elbow of the sleeve his music was tucked under, But had you come the other way and met my Davys face, believe mo, you would never think of patches or of faded clothes, for there was something in that beautiful a prlnoj .dark oye and brave, clear' brow, might onvy him. I fear he would not thank me, though, for choosing such a timo to introduce him when his hood was drooping and tho brown eyes were heavy with a mist that almost gathered into drops. . Davy, chirped Droxy at his elbow, oh, do you see what fun the boys are having playing football down on the o ground?" Davy cast a heavy glanco toward the lively youths, but could not muster a word or smilo to please her. Dont look so awful, Davy," pleaded tho little girl. Besides, here oomes that Ernest Maxwell, and ho sees you." Up went Davys head at that, and his eyes measured the approaching figure ' steadily. Ernest Maxwell carried some musio tinder his arm too. It was by the same divine composer os Davys. No sweeter because it had such an expensivo binding, I am sure. Neither was Ernest Maxwell, himself; nny grander because ofMs own expensive binding. But ho teemed to think that he was, and he gave Davy a very patronizing nod arher passed. "No use, Draxy! burst out Davy, as soon as they were out of hearing, I dont seo any justice in it, und I cant benr it. Theres that snob. Maxwell his father 1s just coaxing him, bribing him, to go to Gormany and study. tSchwarz told mo so, In tho class, yesterday." Oh, my poor Davy! And youve got to give up your musk) and go to work in that horrid old place." . ' - . pa-rad- JTlsnt thntlI. dont, think-I- d bo mean enough to begrudge another fellow bis luck. . But oh, how can I stand It! The noodle doesnt want to go, and wont V- - Id walk through fire for that chance! Thats why I dont get It!" Draxy looked very sorry, but she could think of nothing comforting to say just then, so she only crept a little nearer to bis sido nod cast bor eyes around In quest of cheer. There, Ituhlnd tho iron fenoo, was the old oometory with Its mounds and tombs, lying so still and cold in the winter sun- light. Hero and yonder, on the soldiers, graves, still waved some drabbled remnant of tho littlo flags plaood there, long months before, amid the flowers and the tender grass of spring. Draxy a eyes grew large and solemn as to her, in she looked, and it occurred ' some dismal association of Ideas, to say darkly: "Oh, Davyl Did you know they tombs go under tills say florae--th" and thoro are peoplo buried down mall, B. M. BOLFSEN. ...... . below - these flagstones - we are- walking j His shop on Third St., is the on! little Dear Draxy ! All her efforts to be lace to get all kinds of repairing cheerful had failed to gain tho least re5 one cheap, Bicycle ancL gun re- sponse from Davyr But something about ; this gloomy question and her saucer cyos pairing specialty. and hollow tone brought a quick smile and flash of fun Into his face. Mount Sterling. ; , Yes, I have heard It," he said, looking Mount Sterling precinct is six down at the littlo face beside him with a and amused expression. miles long by four miles wide, and loving he added In a bitter tone: But presently is located south of Wellsville and "What then? It Is no worse to bo lying on Hyrum. It has 27. families com- underneath tho stones than to walk ambiabove all gone, hopes 180 about souls. your them, noted is It prising - ' crushed out of you. for grain and stock raising. Dry tion His voice quivered and broke. Draxy farming is conducted on quite a btolo her littlo hand in his, and they kept large scale. There ia a fino new on again in doleful silence. Drax,". said ho presently In a tono of brick meeting house in the town, mischief that sho knew full well. two and commodious school houses What?" sho responded eagerly. t,.wbich are presided over by Miss Hero Is tho baroness," said Davy. Bradshaw and Miss Hartvigsen. Oh, my gracious! Oh, Davy, please off and walk tho rest of tho way on Sterling is admirably located and turn street. I cant go by that awful Treinont yrithout doubt a thriving and old woman. No, I cant." populous town will spring up there that mysterious old woman, crouchas soon as water for irrigating can ingOh,there besldo tho malls on tbo big comba taken out This task is ex- mon, grinding her oVl, crocked, half mute . I iv S I o -- -- - . , 8 : - it' ipected will be accomplished next lmrdygurdy! Who Jm .forgotten ter! ; jear, - . , 23- - 1SW3. tr &t! ii meeting all competition in Its line. Under the man&gemeat of Mr. J, W, Crawford,' young xnin of ability and business tact, the institution is at present in a HANS MEL8EN, ,r ( b still when next you as the malls themselves, and yet forever a mystery. passed, familiar " chattered Draxy, who always fell Into a panic at the sight of her. I wonder who that awful old woman is looking for? Whoever It Is I pity him. Oh, Davy, just Imagine yon were tho one. And youve walked and walkod all ronnd the world, but at last you will walk' across this oonimon, and shell catch you. Davy throw back his head and laughed a genuine boys laugh sweet to hear. ' Draxy and the baroness were great fun always, but the last notion struck him at more droll than usual and quite beguiled him from the trouble that lay at his heart, till they reached Musio Hall place and . turned Into the court Here was hallowed ground. The very paving stones were like old friends to Davy, but at sight of them down sank his head again, and his vyes clouded with a desperate look that was pitiful to see. Those were the days beforo the great had gathered under one ample roof that mass of musical life students, teachers, directors and what not which now constitutes a little world within four walls. Then most of the young musio studying' population was dispersed about the homes and lodgings of tho city, the diligence of eternal piano playing announcing their whereabouts, and the old quarterlies" in tho Musio hall serving to display tho results thereof to the interested publio. The old storm doors croaked as they swung in, a bright fire In tho darkness of the lower hall winked cheerily through the gloom, and from the gaslighted window of the box ofiiee somebody leaned out to say pleasantly : -"Ah, Herr von Weber T Tht you? Going up to practice? , Davy took off his hat in an absentmind-e- d way and answered drearily enough : Yes, sir. Is ,ce.hwurtzs time up yet?" "Schwartz just left. Coast is clear. Going to astonish us this time, eh, Davy?" I am more Davys features quivered. likely to break down altogether, he said, turning away quickly with Draxy and dashing his sleeve across bis eyes as soon as they were out of sight on the landing. ( Whos that?. demanded the gruff voioo of a sharp old gentloman who had been talking to the pleasant man in tbo box Vgh-h-h!- . office. That, sir? That boy is a genius." Humph genius! . Well, whats the other name you called? Oh, with n langh, we call him that because he looks so much like the pictures ot Weber. And there are more than myself who think that there Is la that young man the making of such mother composer." Well, if there is he'll make it." No chance now," said the' other. They have Just lost their father. The mother is an invalid, and there is a brood shavers to look out for. Poor chap has got to drop musio now and roll up his sleeves to support the family. This Is to be his last concert. Mighty shame too! In the old Musio hnll an upper light entering through hidden windows far aloft gleams softly over balcony and nicho and bust and flashes bock front the gloss panels of the gallery doors, girdling the walls twice round. But it was not that pearly brightness far and soft or the fine cheerful plan and linos of beauty In the noblo hall that gave it character of old and breathed the spell, long vanished now, but haunting us forever with Its loss. A mighty presence then abode therein that filled the eye and mind and made a very sanctuary of the place. It was the majesty of the great organ, looming from stago to dome like a black Cliff with thundery gloom about its head and all its dusky heights and dim recesses filled with cathedral shade. How solemnly that hush and shadow fell on that brooding statue of Boetboven, standing, a dark sentinel, before the organ of-yo- ung , -- i. n.1. nil I - yw '" Davy unoovered his head reverently as be passed under the grave face of the great master, and Draxy, whose little boot heels soon camo clicking Over the stage, cast ono furtlvfl- - glance-u- p toward tba statue and then aklpped behind the pedestal In a great hurry, trotting np a step or two toward the organ mouth and cuddling into a familiar nook out of Davys way. Oh, Davy!" sho crooned, with a little shiver, "hes as bad as the baroness Who is?" said Davy absently, unrolling Ms musio on a projection of the podestaL-UgThat old black Beethoven, all wrapped up In his cloak and scowling and listening and thinking away 1" Davy looked over at her and smiled. Then ho gazed up with love and wistfulness Into the bending face above Mm. , It made a touching picture, the dark master on the .podestal, immortal, pulseless In bronze, the beautiful lad at his foot,1 nmbitious, desperate, in living flesh 11 . t and youth. Davy," whispered Draxy from her shadowy nook, lets play this Is a dark cavern, and the banks of organ keys are the dragons teeth gnashing at me. I am a princess chained to the wall, and yon must come in with your swordnd savo -- 1 h! mo." - , - , come and make the dragon sing to you instend," said Davy, going to the ' . , organ soak lie ran his fingers down the keys. Thore v "I'll - was a soft rattle of ivory, but no other sound. Havent got the steam on, have they?" said Draxy, proud of knowing all a!out the domestic habits of tbo great organ. In rain r.rd Davy, reaching to press a. knob that rung grurr our vcA) saiu : "Como, come! This wont'J do I SY IkiasnlvcUngl" too fatherly and seemed arm that An f such a voico took In to. to belong gentlo ' Davy and Draxy nt once as they Bat on the organ seat, and seeinod to hug them.' . and shake them at tho same time, Come! VThats tho matter horo, Isay?" .t Where' ho had dropped from waa the ' w Shi" said Davy, catching the ' first mystery. ' Had he boon hiding In some whisper of a beloved, inspiring sound r " the wind beginning to fill the giant pipes. recess of the organ?' he But was, there to say. It comes In a low, murmuring rush, as Impossible if from underground, now noar.r, nearer, looking very grim, exoept about tho eye louder, faster, till It swells and risen wlth whloh were kind, and was It possible? panting sweep up tho hug-- boles in had a suspicious wetness ubout them, tn that great forest of brazen piies and fills spite of his orders against sniveling. their mighty sides as if to burst them. Davy turned around, pale and dazed scarcely aroused yet from his dream. Davy sat motionless and rapt, lost t "Sir!" he sold, half proudly, half sadly.. the great nollan roar. Hoar it breather What are you crying about?. demand be whispered; hear it breathe f d the old gentleman. His fingers ripple down across Hie Crying repeated Davy, with flashkeys. Far above, in some high tree top "of ing eyes. Im not crying! the forest pipes, a voloe awakes In answer He drew hlmsolf erect, and the oolor to his touch that lingers on the ear awhile, rose In Ms cheeks. . so soft, so sweet, so pleading, and then Ah I Spirit, too eh?" said the old gen) , 1 . sinks again lifto Its nest of sllonoe. Now, farther still and hlddun In some deeper recess of the organ forest, another Yoloe awakes. It oalls back to the pleading voice with Joy and courage. Then another and another wakes and sings, and soon the pl.ico Is full of musio and fragrance and boauty, und the true tops shake It out upon the air, Ilka dewy drops. Now the echoes, murmuring the lnct cadence over and over, to get it by hQurt, die away themselves, and all Is still. "Thats very good, Davy," said Draxy, tired of being a princess chained to tho wall, and stretching her active little limbs in a brisk walk up and down the stage, . Suddenly sho trotted off down tho stepn, and Davy, looking after her, saw her talking to a poor old woman who was denning the floor.-Whyou doing?" piped Draxy in her friendly way, Faith, darrlln," said the old woman, straightening up and holding ono hand to her book, tls claning up a bit I am, shore. Oh," said Draxy, peeping Into the basket of torn scraps, I suppose you are the t janitress." , "Jlnnethress, Is It? Faith, then, perhaps that Is lt. I scroob the fiures and stairs beyant outside, and I pick the stoof they throw down in here.'? ' Draxy looked at her thoughtfully. That Is tod hard," she said at length In a decisive little tone. What alls your poor back?" ,God bless ye, darrlln, and kape yo long from the same. .Tls rhumatiz, dear, and me ould bones are crackln wld it. Ivery tolme I rise rneself from plekin up these littlo currds Poor woman! Who makes you do such hard work?" said Draxy, beginning In another aisle to pick up torn checks and programmes. Me ould man Is bedrid this five year, and the little ehildther the grandchild-the- r, darrlln, wld the poor mother - in hiven God be merciful to her swato soul I worrks to kape tho little childtht-r.Oh, Im real sorry for you, "..said Draxy, coming back to tho basket, with her skirt held up like an apron and filled with scraps. Ah, God bless her! Whats this, at all? Is it plckln up the carrds ye are, darrlln? Look at that now. Ah, go and sit down wld ye, miss, dear. Shure, ye mustnt bo doln the lolkcs of that." No, Im just going to help you. I was here last night, and so you see I made part of this litter," said Draxy. Why!" sho exclaimed again directly. They stick into this matting so. And Its miles and miles up and down these rows of seats. went And away Draxy, picking up scraps for dear life and saying to herself that she world never tear up and scatter checks or programmes again as long as she lived. So the poor charwoman and the little mold went up and down, hard at work, while the soft Christmas twilight fell without, and the great fugue rolled and thundered from the organ. Qh, what a thing it was to hear the mighty rumble tif that giant bass! You could foci It shako the floor beneath your feet. It made the baloonios vibrate and tremble, and sometimes the great hall seemed almost to rock and roll with sound. Then, when It ended, there was such silence that the slow ticking of the great clock seemed like the heart beats of the plaoe, which you could hear because it was co still. Davy had finished, practicing, and his littlo sister, half way down the hall, was wondering why he did not come out and call her. Sho began to look often toward the stage and then at the great clock fact-o' the balcony. Harkl Could that have boon a strain of musio, or was It the sad, sad voloe of some one grieving? Draxy and the old woman turned at tho first sound and looked toward tho organ They had scarcely listened While tho great fugue was rolling through the hall. But something drew them nearer to this magical strain, and they crept toward It step by stop. What la Davy playing? Oh, whafc Is this that is making tears fall List on the two faoes It has drawn so near? It wits musio that was never written musio thut was novor hoard before and will not be hoard again, for Davy Is Inspired. He Is playing from his own soul. This la bis farewell to musio and to all bis hopes and dreams. The organ- grieves for him. The master on his pgdcstal listens sadly aud seems almost to stir with pity. At last thore comes a piteous strain, then a wild crash across the keys, and ' Davy has flung his lieud down on his arms. The musio is ended. Goodby.'goodbyl" he 'whispered, kiss Ing tbo yellow keys where his faco lay hidden. "Oh, Day!" sobbed a Jittlo voice, an l Draxy s arms were around his ncek, her to Ms. J i. Soft, wet cheek. .pressed - . , - - " -- n ; - tleman exultantly. Then ho whoolod suddenly on Draxy. Whnt ore. you crying about, then?" he demanded In a terrible tone. Bo beeau-'- I want to!" said she, stiffening her littlo neck. Oh I Beoause you want to, eh? Coiue o herel" r' - Draxy enmo, rather defiantly, I am afraid. But then lu did seem such an in- terfering old gentleman.-.No- lock at mo!" he ordered. Draxy looked right Into his eyes. Something thut sho saw thore must have reus- sured her, for pretty soon sho s cilod, though he was pinching her car. So youre the kind of littlo girl who helps poor old ladles with lame backs when yon soe thou) bard at work, aro , , . you? said he. but answer- Draxy stared with surprise, d never a word. V - , " ' Is she? be asked again, turning to the old woman, who stepped buck la a reoovered herself and courtesled, hurry, bat v . saying: She Is, sir I God bless her I youre' the kind of fellow who takes caro of his mother and the little brothers and sisters, are you? the gentleman went on, turning to Davy. Youm tho sort of chap who wears thin clothes . -- - "And all winter and gives ' up his musio and buckles down, trying to be a father to tba and looked family, are you?, Davy colored - - 7 away. Is he? persisted this monotonous old . : gentleman, turning to Draxy. For answer sho just put her arms around her brothers neck and gave him arousing littlo kiss. Well, then, said the old gentleman conclusively, it happolis that I am the kind of an old man who ion s to help good boys and girls. Sometimes! send the boys off to study musio, and I look after the little sisters and tho - babies till the boy get back. The Jocks .of .Davy flod.Draxy were a.. - . sight to seel. , My name is Maxwell, went on the old gentleman quietly.- - I have heard about you down stairs, and Ive been hens sometime myself. Now, Ive got a boy. I. would like to have him study musio abroad In Europe. Ho doesnt want to -- - . . 77 7 goTTiowever.""" At this the brother and sister exchanged a glance, but they wero dumb and trem- , bling. ' And," said the old gentloman mysteriously, Ive got some money that doe want to go." Here ho laid a groat, kind hand on Davys shoulder. "Im going to send you with it, sir." Draxy screamed, and, running Into Mr. Maxwells arms, hugged him with frantlo j Joy. Davy gasped, gripped the kind hand, and then it wns no use broke down. Hollo! Perhaps youre . not crying now!" roored Mr. Maxwell, pleased ash , could be. , ' Sir Mr. Maxwell do you really mean it? Oh, I will work so hard and pay ytni bock every cent, and. oh, Mr. Maxwell, you dont know sir, you dont know, Davy wrung that great hand once again, bereft of words. , "Well, lets see."- Then said Mr. Maxwell, Como here, old htdy. So the old mun la laid up and tho phildron cold and hungry, aro they?" . God help ns, slrr! Tis 'thrue, then." And tho rheuraatjz Is pretty bad,' oh?" Dade an It is, slrr. May yersolf nlvr . know the lolkes of it!" "Well, Cheer Up, old lady. Ill see what we con do for you. Well make a merry Christmas for the fhildren, after alL" Where in the great city was snob a of joy as there In the shadow of the organ under Beethovens statue on that Christ- ... , - mas eve? . if ir - t 4 And as the little group stood under tha statue of the master he seemed listening with solemn gladness to the musio off those grateful voloea." For of all musio on this earth tbs sweetest pours forth from the hearts wo hava made happy. 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