Penny Dreadfuls, 1897 · page 15 of 35
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FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE MINES, 18 well; ‘‘but we will get a little nearer and! CHAPTER IV. { listen to the music.”’ , : -* | FATHER AND CHILD. They approached the open door of the: j saloon, from which came the sad_ strains | “Come,’? said Frank, “Tam going in. of a violin. The performer was playing , there.”’ ‘“Home, Sweet Home,’’ and the sound of | ‘Remember the warning of the man the music brought a mist to the eyes of with the white hair,’ came from Harry. the boys. ‘““Hang the man ‘with the white hair! } (Think, ? said Frank, his voice a trifle: ‘Those men in there can’t be very danger- unsteady—<‘think of hearing that tune in{ous after listening to that, and I want to such a town and such a place!” isee the singer.’ ‘“Su-su-say:’” blubbered Toots, | dat | ‘So dol,’ admitted Jack. colt must music ani gwan teh bre’k me all-a up! It be a mere child.” | meks meh wish I was back home mah-; ‘‘\ll right,’’ grunted Browning, wie self.”? was interested, although hé did not care When the tune was finished there came {to admit It. “Go ahead, Merriwell, and the sound of hearty applause from within we’ ‘ll tag along.”’ the saloon. I. *“Mah goodriess!”? murinured Toots. . The boys drew nearer to the door. |‘‘I’s gwan teh bet a dollar dis means iio’ Then to their surprise, after a brief pause, jtrubble! a they heard a sweet, childish voice uplifted | Frank boldly walked into the saloon. | in song, accompanied by the violin. and the others followed him. They en- These are the words of the song to which ‘tered a room with a bar at one side and they listened : Ismail card tables at the other. At the | farther end of the room was a faro iay- “Th shi all the lon ’ lon day, . : % But its light is not for mes he fe and that-this was patronized by the The birdies sing their sweetest lay, jrough men who worked in the mines was But the birds Tt cannoé see; apparent. I live here in the mountains high, - 5 es ; . Where the sun sinks down behind; Sitting around the tables and on the I never see the sunset die, | |tables were bearded, toil-stained men, ‘For I, kind friends, am blind. — while others were standing near the bar, behind which were two dispensers of ‘liquid refreshments. Standing in the middle of the floor CHORUS. ** Oh, I love the sweet, sweet summer time! And everybody’ S good to me, - And gran’pa he is very kind To the little girl who cannot see. ol -bearded man, who had play ed the a“ My gran’pa says there'll come a day violin, and a beautiful golden-haired little ‘When his girl shall truly see; .But he hopes that time is far away, _And he clings so hard to me. been singing. I think some day the light I'll find, The old man was speakin g, his v voice For he tells me this is so, ‘| unsteady with age and weakness. | 7 And tells me Jesus cured the blind. - “Gentlemen, 7 he was saying in a On earth long years ago.’ shamefaced, hesitating way, as though he The sweet voice stopped, and the. song/| felt humbled by his position, ‘‘I reckon) was over. Now no burst of applause the most of you have heard of me and came from within the saloon, but there | know I don’t live far from this camp. I. was a suspicious clearing of throats that! have lived there at the foot of Shadder. told the listeners had been deeply affected. | Mountain for near ten years, working my No less affected were the listening boys | mine, and troubling nobody. Some time outside. . The childish voice had reached! my mine will pay—I know it. It is not the hearts of every one, and even Bruce) paying now, and my money and provi- Browning brushed his hand across hisisions are all gone. ‘That’s what brings eyes in a manner that told there was aime here. with my little blind grand- blur over them. daughter. Although she is blind she has been happy with me, and her taste for were the minstrels of the camp, an old girl, six or seven. years a age, who had lmusic is something wonderful. The word = ieee Conch Bioien CO)