Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, January 18, 1913, Page 8

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The moments of bygone days may drift back to you and tide your. souls heavenward. In your hearts you are not bad. You have perhaps sinned and your sins have identified you. But that does not hold vou from about-facing to home and loved ones, who still trust you. There is good ahead. When you have paid the county ite penalty be sure you show that sin's identity was not com- plete.” It was song service day at the work- house. “Now,” said the wninister, “let's sing that good old son:. ‘Bless'd Be the Tie That Binds' Ev:rybody sing. Many of you have good voices.” The little chapel organ bhegan and the leaders pitched tune. Before the second verse wuas reached the chapel was filled with music. Then— The visltors bent forward and scan- ned the faces of the prisoners. A voice somewhere among them rang out in rich tenor, clear and clean as a clarion call. It carried its notes as might a super-chorister. The old song echoed and re-echoed through the cell halls, and the tenor led all the rest. There was a voice that might have drawn encore and encore from the most fastidious and critical audience. Yet it was among the prisoners. But where? The third verse was beginning when the rapturous tenor was located. His head was thrown back and his eyes, beaming with some socret vision, ! Looked Up Through the Bars to tht Sky. looked beyond the rafters. lile was| singing the song of a feathered throat, warbling and swelling, gliding ;mnl; dwelling. He was not aware that he was being watched, that his song was heard. Then he dropped his eyes, as if drawn by the magnetic gaze of the curions, and saw A note wafted over the room half| sung. Next day music lovers went through the workhonse looking for the man “who sang tenor at the song serviee ™ He was not found. The result was the same as when, immediately fol lowing the song. they had rushed to the superintendent to know the sing er's name. He himself had not locat- ed the voice and dil not know. ’l‘h»‘_\’ went among the § rs and asked No one seemed to know., A singer like that unknown? A| volce that a critic had admiringly as serted would rival a g0, was in the workhouse, latent, unrequited and timid beyond measure. Could it be that a famous scngster had fallen? The ecritic who had “discov. od a| voice” would not bhe satistic He imagined a beautiful mystery 1 the singer’s reticence. Th prisoner was certain. He lhad seen. And he hore label, although groome r his rest. Every man, at | work and in the cells, had been questioned Th. singer had, somewhere anone them do not know him Then—happy thought - Le co0 13 nat be identified becanse ho w and soiled. He might be loca other Sunday, when he essy | liness. A singer like tha t be cleanly. | So they looked again at mer | after prisoner and into coll 4 ell | In the last cell but one a oy xa { reading. They were walkin. sise | lessly and he did not seo 1 1t | was a song book he ! Tien he looked up, quietly sliy g wok back-up, on the | n and turned to the narr W= bars Some one called to hi; Apparentiy he did not hear Al cain How ther wishad ad bern ab) to use his name. I v could they know it? £ “Step this way it ndow -we want to speak 1 He started, as if u 16 They knew he heard. Then vers Iy and timidly he came to thor It was the tenor “What more do rou want”" It was not like the voice they had | anticipated. It was gruff and affected. | There was an inflection of Jistrugt | military precigion with which all this FLAND, FLA., JAN. 18, 1913, o The face had ;msed out of mc y it possesed when he sang. It was marked by inebriety. Yet withal, the external viciousness was plerce by inherited touches of reflnement : from beneath “Where did vou get that volce—that tenor?” one asked abruptly. “Oh, I thought you had another war- rant for me— when I get out. Is that all you want? Honest?” “We have no warrant for you. We | ; do not know anything about you. But ! we want ‘o know about yourself help you a workho “So that's why you watched me? 1 didn’t know. 1 asked the boys not to let you find me.” eritic put | “In opera’ No. T haven't sung in vears—ti!! that day. I guess I h.lvoi that why rou came?” They had found a singer who had | talk. “When | was & boy I used to sing . ¥ fn Sundav =chool. A big fellow from the churcli choir once told me that I ¥ would b~ a great singer some day; , that T ha! a voice to be envied. But | I never tricd. When I got grown. I follow¢.! the boys. I've been here be- fore—:1¢r 1 whiz—and that day was the first time I ever sang like a man. The siv-zuide somehow got on my | nerves an! made me forget. I have | been in this time fifty-five days. Just | got five now. I'm glad, too, for I never b hack. Wum time I could hard. “Wife's sick—God’s best little wom- an; little girl—my one best bet—she's got diphtheria. I got to thinking when the fellow said I was not bad, and | when he started the old song I had to singz- till you saw me. I've got a good voice? Do you know if it might ! help- 3 ""e stopped and turned back to the little window. He looked up through the bars to the sky and his face re- gained some of that soul-light it had when he sang. Then he faced about. “If mv baby can live—' They stopped him before he could ‘& W make his pledge. “You will he oot tonight.” sald one ¥, { on vou this afternoon. Slngjr who scemed to know. “The mayor | will pard the sick ones back to health, then comne 1o me some day. T will tell you something worth while.” ! The big tenor's face stared wonder- inglv mto the future, They shook hands with him and passed down the corridors. No one spoke. But as they neared the end of the cell rows they heard a song follow- ing, passing, leading them. It seemed on its way to the former derelict' home And as they passed out the groaning gates the silvery tenor notes bore . to them the beatitude, 1 “Bless'd be the tie that binds.” 4(‘0p\-ri;.lw 1912, h\ W G. (hnnmn.n) ’ SCHOOL FOR THE SOLDIERS German Empnre Enab!llhu COurul That Young Men May Become Skilled in Some Occupation. In keeping with the German govern- | ment's idea of making the empire one | vast training school for the “develop- | ment of the hest there is in the youth | of the country for national commer- cial success regular business school ' courses are now being organized in | the German army, so that the recruit during his term of military service [ will be fitting himself for the business w life he will have to enter on quitting | | the colors, says the Army and Navy Journal, The hundreds of thousands of chil- dren are not permitted to pass through the public schools and to drift through | life as unskilled laborers. Each one, | a far as the government can order it | g0, i8 turned out skilled in some occu- | pation, | One of the most powerfully educa- tive forces in the empire is the con | tinuation ¢-hool originally intended | to maintain rome kind of discipline | over youths from fourteen to eighteen years of age prior to their enlistment in the army. Of late ycars these con- tinuation schools have been changed into vocational schools, | Twice every year great, flaming posters call the vouth of the land to | commercial schools These posters | enumerate more than 100 trades or vo | cations and each youth is summoned | to appear at the school devoted to his | partic calling. Connected with these schools have naturally grown { up actual workshops, where the pupils handle real machinery and make com- | mercial articles | No one who observes the almost vast system Is carried along to the ad- vancement of the commercial success of the nation can fail to associate it with the impression made upon the popular mind by service in the army, and the student of sociology will not fail to make a note of the faet that this great method of training of the vouth of a country has had its origin in the land which =0 many shallou thinkers have said was cursed by militarism that was “crushing rhe lite out of the industrial forces of the | country and und: rmining the charac- | ter of the youth of the land.” | they were mislaid.—Judge. An ingenious Excuse. Patron—What took you 0 long with | | my eggs? Waiter—Pardon the delay, sir; but | Charity covers @ multitude of sins ~but thev are usually our own lln..‘ | S SR SR about that voice. 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