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Christie's Old Organ - Mrs O F Walton · Mrs. Dalloway

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  Speaker 1: Chapter one of Crissie's Old Organ. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: Recording by Esterbin Simon Idyes, Chapter one, the old Organ,
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  Speaker 1: Home Sweet Home. There is no place like home. There
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  Speaker 1: is no place like home like the unmusical notes of
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  Speaker 1: a barrel organ in the top room of a lodging
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  Speaker 1: house in a dreary back street. The words certainly did
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  Speaker 1: not seem to apply to that dismal abode. There were
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  Speaker 1: not many there who knew much of the suites of home.
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  Speaker 1: It was a very dark, uncomfortable place. And as the
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  Speaker 1: lodgers in the lower room turned over on their beds,
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  Speaker 1: many of which were merely bare wooden benches, and maybe
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  Speaker 1: that one another gave a sigh as he thought how
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  Speaker 1: far he was from Home, Sweet Home. But the organ
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  Speaker 1: played on, though the hour was late, and the dip
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  Speaker 1: candle was put out and the fire was dying away.
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  Speaker 1: If he would climbed the cricket staircase, he would have
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  Speaker 1: seen an old man sitting alone in his attic and
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  Speaker 1: smiled at his organ as he turned it with a
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  Speaker 1: trembling hand. Old Treffy loved his barrel organ. It was
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  Speaker 1: the one comfort of his life. He was a poor,
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  Speaker 1: forlorn old man without a friend in the world. Everyone
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  Speaker 1: that he had loved was dead. He had no one
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  Speaker 1: to whom he could talk, or to whom he could
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  Speaker 1: tell his troubles. And as he gathered up all the
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  Speaker 1: remaining bits and fragments of love in his heart, faded
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  Speaker 1: and whithered though they were, and he gave them all
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  Speaker 1: to his old organ, which had well nigh seen as
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  Speaker 1: many summers as he had, It was getting very antiquated
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  Speaker 1: in old fashioned now. The rolt slick in front of
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  Speaker 1: it was very soiled and worn, and it could not
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  Speaker 1: play any of the new tunes of which the children
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  Speaker 1: were so fond. It sometimes turck Old Treffy that he
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  Speaker 1: and his organ were very much alike. They were getting
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  Speaker 1: altogether behind the age, and people looked down upon them
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  Speaker 1: and pushed past them as they hurried along the street.
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  Speaker 1: And though Old Treffy was very patient, it could not
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  Speaker 1: help feeling this. He had felt it very much. On
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  Speaker 1: the day of which I am writing. It was cold,
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  Speaker 1: dismal weather, A cutting east wind had swept round the
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  Speaker 1: corners of the street, and had chilled. The old man
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  Speaker 1: through and through his threadbare coat could not keep it out.
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  Speaker 1: How could he expect it to do so when he
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  Speaker 1: had worn it so many years he could scarcely count them.
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  Speaker 1: His thin, trembling old hands were so benunged with cold
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  Speaker 1: that he could scarcely feel the handle of the organ,
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  Speaker 1: and as he turned it he made dungey little shakes
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  Speaker 1: and quavers in the tune, which were certainly not intended
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  Speaker 1: by the maker of the old barrel organ. There was
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  Speaker 1: not much variety in the tunes Old Truffy could play.
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  Speaker 1: There was the Old Hundred, and Poor Marianne and ro Britannia.
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  Speaker 1: The only other one was Home Sweet Home, but that
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  Speaker 1: was Truffy's old favorite. He always played it very slowly
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  Speaker 1: to make it last longer, and on this cool day,
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  Speaker 1: the shakes and quavers in it sounded most pathetic. But
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  Speaker 1: no one took much notice of Old Tuffyra's organ. A
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  Speaker 1: little crowd of children gathered round him and asked him
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  Speaker 1: for all sorts of new tunes, of which he had
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  Speaker 1: never even heard the names. They did not seem to
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  Speaker 1: care for Home Sweet Home or the Old Hundred, and
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  Speaker 1: soon moved away. That an old desumon put his head
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  Speaker 1: out of a window, and in a cross voice, told
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  Speaker 1: him to go on and not disturb a quiet neighborhood
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  Speaker 1: with his noise. Old Treffy meekly obeyed, and, battling with
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  Speaker 1: the rough east wind, he tried another and a more
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  Speaker 1: bustling street, But here a policeman warned him to depart,
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  Speaker 1: les he should crowd up the way. Poor old Treffy
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  Speaker 1: was almost fainting, but he must not give up, for
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  Speaker 1: he had not a half penny in his pocket, and
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  Speaker 1: he had come out without breakfast. At length, the kind
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  Speaker 1: hearted farmer's wife, who was passing with basket on her arm,
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  Speaker 1: took pity on the trembling old man and gave him
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  Speaker 1: a penny from her capacious pocket. Thus, all day long
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  Speaker 1: Treffy played on over and over his if four tunes
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  Speaker 1: were sounded forth, but that was the only penny he
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  Speaker 1: received that cold day. At last, as the daylight was fading,
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  Speaker 1: he turned homeward. On his way, he parted with his
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  Speaker 1: solitary penny for a cake of bread, and slowly and
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  Speaker 1: wearily he dragged himself up the steep stairs to his
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  Speaker 1: lonely attic. Poor old Truffy was in bad spirits this evening.
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  Speaker 1: He felt that he and his organ were getting out
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  Speaker 1: of date things in the past. They were growing old together.
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  Speaker 1: He could remember the day when it was new, how
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  Speaker 1: proud he had been of it, Oh, how he had
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  Speaker 1: admired it. The red silk was quite bright, and the
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  Speaker 1: trains were all in fashion. There were not so many
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  Speaker 1: organs about then, and people stopped to listen, not children only,
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  Speaker 1: but grown men and women. And Treffy had been a
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  Speaker 1: proud man in those days. But a generation had grown
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  Speaker 1: up since then, and now Traffy felt that he was
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  Speaker 1: a poor, lone old man, very far behind the age.
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  Speaker 1: And then his organ was getting too old fashioned for
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  Speaker 1: the present day. Eussie felt very cast down and dismal
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  Speaker 1: as he braked together the cinders and tried to make
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  Speaker 1: a little blaze in this small fire he had lighted.
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  Speaker 1: But when he had eaten his cake and taken some tea,
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  Speaker 1: which he had warmed over again, Old Treffy felt rather better,
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  Speaker 1: and he turned as usual to his old organ to cheers,
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  Speaker 1: making spirits. For old Treffy knew nothing of a better comforter.
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  Speaker 1: The landlady of the house had adrectoned at first to
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  Speaker 1: Old Treffy's organ. She said it disturbed the lodgers. But
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  Speaker 1: on Treffrey's offering to pay penny a week extra for
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  Speaker 1: his little attic, on condition of his being able to
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  Speaker 1: play whenever he liked, she made no further opposition, And
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  Speaker 1: thus till late in the night he turned away, and
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  Speaker 1: his face grew brighter and his heart lighter as he
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  Speaker 1: listened to his foretunes. It was such good company, he said,
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  Speaker 1: and the attic was so lonely at night, and there
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  Speaker 1: was none to find fault with the organ there, or
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  Speaker 1: to call it old fashioned. Treffy admired it with all
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  Speaker 1: his heart, and felt that at night at least it
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  Speaker 1: had justice done to it. But there was one who
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  Speaker 1: was listening to the old organ and admiring it as
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  Speaker 1: much as Treffy, of whom the old man knew nothing.
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  Speaker 1: Outside his door, crouching down with his ear against a
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  Speaker 1: large crack, lay a ragged little boy. He had come
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  Speaker 1: into the great lodging room downstairs to sleep, and had
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  Speaker 1: laid down on one of the hard benches when Old
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  Speaker 1: Treffy's barrel organ began to play. He had not listened
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  Speaker 1: to it much at first, But when the first notes
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  Speaker 1: of home, sweet Home had been sounded forth, little Christy
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  Speaker 1: had raised its head on his elbow and listened with
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  Speaker 1: all his might. It was almost too much for him.
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  Speaker 1: It was a memory of the past. A few months ago,
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  Speaker 1: Little Christie had a mother, and this was the last
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  Speaker 1: tune she sang. It brought it all back to him,
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  Speaker 1: the bare, desolate room, the wasted form on the bed,
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  Speaker 1: the dear loving hand which had stroked his face so gently,
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  Speaker 1: and the sweet voice had sung that very tune to him.
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  Speaker 1: He could hear her even now, Home sweet home. There's
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  Speaker 1: no place like home. There's no place like home. How
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  Speaker 1: sweetly she had sung it. He remembered it so well,
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  Speaker 1: and he remembered what she had said to him just afterwards.
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  Speaker 1: I'm going home, Christie, going home, home, sweet home. I'm
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  Speaker 1: going home, Christie. And those were the last words she
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  Speaker 1: had said to him. Since then, life had been very
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  Speaker 1: dreary to little Christopher. Life without a mother, it hardly
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  Speaker 1: was life to him. He had never been happy since
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  Speaker 1: she had died. He had worked very hard, poor little fellow,
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  Speaker 1: to earn his bread, for she had told him to
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  Speaker 1: do that, but he had often wished he could go
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  Speaker 1: to his mother and home, sweet home, and he wished
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  Speaker 1: it more than ever this night, as he heard his
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  Speaker 1: mother's tune, he waited for it very patiently, whilst Old
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  Speaker 1: Treffy was playing the other three which came first. But
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  Speaker 1: at length some one closed the door, and the noise
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  Speaker 1: inside the lodge room was so great that he could
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  Speaker 1: not distinguish the notes of the long Fortune. So Christie
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  Speaker 1: crept out quietly in the darkness, and closing the door
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  Speaker 1: softly that no one might notice it, he stole gently upstairs.
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  Speaker 1: He knelt on by the door and listened. It was
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  Speaker 1: very cold, and the wind swept up the staircase and
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  Speaker 1: made the little Christie shiver and stilly knee by the door.
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  Speaker 1: At length the organ stopped. He heard the old man
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  Speaker 1: putting it down by the wall, and in a few
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  Speaker 1: minutes all was still. Then Christie crept downstairs again and
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  Speaker 1: lay down with mor on his hard bench, and he
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  Speaker 1: fell asleep and dreamt of the mother in the far
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  Speaker 1: off land, and he thought he heard her singing, home,
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  Speaker 1: sweet home. I'm home now, Christie, I'm home now. And
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  Speaker 1: there's no place like home. End of chapter one, Chapter
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  Speaker 1: two of Christie's Old Organ by missus O. F. Walton.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter two,
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  Speaker 1: Christie's important charge. The dismal lodging house had a charm
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  Speaker 1: for little Christie. Now night after night he returned there
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  Speaker 1: that he might hear his mother's tune. The landlady began
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  Speaker 1: to look upon him as one of her regular household.
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  Speaker 1: She sometimes gave him a crust of bread, for she
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  Speaker 1: noticed his hungry face each night as he came to
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  Speaker 1: the large lodging room to sleep. And every night Old
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  Speaker 1: Truffrey played, and Christie crept upstairs to listen. But one night,
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  Speaker 1: as he was kneeling at the attic door, the music
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  Speaker 1: suddenly ceased, and Christie heard a dull, heavy sound, as
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  Speaker 1: if something had fallen the floor. He waited a minute,
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  Speaker 1: but all was quite still, so he cautiously lifted the
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  Speaker 1: latch and peeped into the room. There was only a
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  Speaker 1: dim light in the attic, for the fire was nearly out,
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  Speaker 1: and Old Truffy had no candle. But the moonlight streaming
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  Speaker 1: in the window showed Christie the form of the old
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  Speaker 1: man stretched on the ground, and his poor old barrel
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  Speaker 1: organ laid beside him. Christie crept to his side and
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  Speaker 1: took old of his hand. It was deadly cold, and
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  Speaker 1: Christie thought he was dead. He was just going to
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  Speaker 1: call the land lately when the old man moved, and
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  Speaker 1: a trembling voice asked, what's the matter, and who's there?
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  Speaker 1: It's only me, Master Treffy, said Christy, it's only me.
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  Speaker 1: I'm listening to your organ. I was, and I heard
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  Speaker 1: you tumble swike him in. Are you better, Master Treffy?
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  Speaker 1: The old man raised his head and looked round. Christie
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  Speaker 1: helped him to get up and took him to his attic.
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  Speaker 1: Straw bed in the corner of the attic. Are you better,
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  Speaker 1: Master Treffy, he asked again. Yes, yes, said the old man.
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  Speaker 1: It's only the cold boy. It's very chilly at nights now,
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  Speaker 1: and I'm a poor, lone old man. Good night. And
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  Speaker 1: so the old man fell asleep, and Christie laid down
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  Speaker 1: by his side and slept also. That was the beginning
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  Speaker 1: of a friendship between Old Treffy and Christy. They were
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  Speaker 1: both alone in the world, both friendless and desolate it,
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  Speaker 1: and it drew them to each other. Christie was a
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  Speaker 1: great comfort to Treffy. He went to Errand's for him.
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  Speaker 1: He claimed the old attic, and he carried the barrel
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  Speaker 1: organ downstairs each morning when Traffy went on his round,
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  Speaker 1: and in return, Traffy gave Christie a corner of the
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  Speaker 1: attic to sleep in, and let him sit over his
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  Speaker 1: tiny fire whilst he played his dear organ. Oh. Whenever
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  Speaker 1: he came to Home Sweet Home, Christie thought of his
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  Speaker 1: mother and of what she had said to him before
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  Speaker 1: she died. Where is home sweet home, mister Treffy, he
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  Speaker 1: asked one night. Traffy looked round at the wretched little attic,
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  Speaker 1: with its damp, weather stained roof and its wrickety rotten floor,
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  Speaker 1: and felt that he could not call it home sweet home.
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  Speaker 1: It's not ere, Christie, he said, No, said Christy thoughtfully.
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  Speaker 1: I expect it's a long way from here, Master Treffy, Yes,
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  Speaker 1: said the old man. There must be something better somewhere.
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  Speaker 1: My mother used to talk about heaven, said Christy doubtfully.
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  Speaker 1: I wonder if that was the home she meant. But
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  Speaker 1: old Taffy knew very little of heaven. No one had
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  Speaker 1: ever told them of the above. Yet he thought of
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  Speaker 1: Christie's words many times that day as he dragged himself
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  Speaker 1: about wearily. With his old organ. He was failing very fast,
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  Speaker 1: poor old man. His legs were becoming feeble, and he
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  Speaker 1: was almost fainting when he reached the attic. The cold
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  Speaker 1: wind had chilled him through and through. Christie was home
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  Speaker 1: before him, and had lit the fire and boiled the kettle,
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  Speaker 1: and put all ready for Old Treffy's comfort. He wondered
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  Speaker 1: what was the matter with Treffy that night? He was
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  Speaker 1: so quiet and silent, and he never even asked for
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  Speaker 1: his old organ after tea, but went to bed as
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  Speaker 1: soon as possible. The next day he was too weak
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  Speaker 1: and fooble to go out, and Christie watched beside him
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  Speaker 1: and got him all he wanted, as tenderly as a
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  Speaker 1: woman could have done. And the next day was the same,
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  Speaker 1: and the day after that, till the attic cupboard grew empty,
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  Speaker 1: and all poor old Treffy's pence were gone. What are
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  Speaker 1: we to do now, Christie? He said pitifully. I can't
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  Speaker 1: go up to day, my lad, can't I? No, said Christy,
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  Speaker 1: you mustn't think of it, Master Treffy. Let me see
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  Speaker 1: what can we do? Shall I take the organ out?
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  Speaker 1: Old Truffy did not answer. A great struggle was going
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  Speaker 1: on in his mind. Could he let any one but
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  Speaker 1: himself tretch his dear old organ. It would be very
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  Speaker 1: hard to see it go out and have to stay behind,
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  Speaker 1: very hard, indeed. But Christie was a careful lad. He
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  Speaker 1: would rather trust it with him than with any one else.
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  Speaker 1: And he had come to his last piece of money.
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  Speaker 1: He must not sit still and starve. Yes, the organ
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  Speaker 1: must go, but it would be a great trial to him.
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  Speaker 1: He would be so lonely in the dark attic when
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  Speaker 1: Christie and the organ were both gone. What a long,
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  Speaker 1: tedious day it would be to him. Yes, Christie, you
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  Speaker 1: may take her tomorrow, he said at length, But you
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  Speaker 1: must be very careful of her, my lad, Very careful,
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  Speaker 1: all right, Master Treffy, said Christie cheerily. I'll bring her
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  Speaker 1: safe home. You see, if I don't What a day
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  Speaker 1: that was in Christie's life. He was up with the lark,
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  Speaker 1: as people say, but there is no lark within many
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  Speaker 1: a mile of that dismal street. He was certainly up
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  Speaker 1: before the sparrows, and long before the men on the
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  Speaker 1: benches in the great lodging room. He crept out cautiously
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  Speaker 1: into the court in the gray morning light, and kneeling
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  Speaker 1: by the common pump. He splashed the water upon his
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  Speaker 1: face and neck till they lost all feeling with the cold.
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  Speaker 1: Then he rubbed his hands till they were as red
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  Speaker 1: as cherries, and he was obliged to wrap them up
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  Speaker 1: in his rugged coat, that he might feel they still
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  Speaker 1: belonged to him. And then he stole upstairs again and
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  Speaker 1: lifted the latch of the attic door very gently, lest
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  Speaker 1: Old Truffy should awake. He combed his rough hair with
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  Speaker 1: a broken comb, and arranged his rugged garments to the
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  Speaker 1: best possible advantage. Then Christie was ready, and he longed
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  Speaker 1: for the time an Old Treffy would awake and give
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  Speaker 1: him leave to go. The sparrows were chirping on the
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  Speaker 1: eaves now, and the sun was beginning to shine. There
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  Speaker 1: were noises in the house now, and one by one
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  Speaker 1: the men in the great lodging room shook themselves and
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  Speaker 1: went out to their work and to their labor until
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  Speaker 1: the evening. Christie watched them crossing the court, and his
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  Speaker 1: impatience to be off grew stronger. At length, he touched
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  Speaker 1: Old Treffy's hand very gently, and the old man said,
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  Speaker 1: what is it, Christie boy? What is it? It's morning,
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  Speaker 1: Master Truffy, said Christy, shall you see be awake? The
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  Speaker 1: old man turned over in bed and finally set up.
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  Speaker 1: Or I a Christy boy, How nice you look, said
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  Speaker 1: Treffy admiringly. Christie drew himself up with considerable appointmance and
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  Speaker 1: walked up and down the attic that Treffy might further
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  Speaker 1: admire him. May I go now, Master Treffy, he asked. Yes, Christie, boy,
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  Speaker 1: go if you like, said the old man. But you'll
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  Speaker 1: be very careful for won't you Christi Yes, Master Treffy,
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  Speaker 1: said the boy. I'll be careful as you are, and
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  Speaker 1: you'll not turn around you fast, Christy, he went on. No,
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  Speaker 1: Master Traffy said Christy. I'll turn in no faster than
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  Speaker 1: you do. And you mustn't stop and talk to boys
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  Speaker 1: in the street, Christie. They're very rude sometimes they're boys,
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  Speaker 1: and they always want the new to ones, Christie, but
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  Speaker 1: never you heed them. Her tunes are getting old fashioned,
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  Speaker 1: poor thing. She's something like me. But you mustn't take
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  Speaker 1: no notice of the boys, Christie. No, Master Traffy, said Christy,
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  Speaker 1: no more than you do. There's one tune the're fond of,
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  Speaker 1: said old Treffy meditatively, I don't know what it is.
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  Speaker 1: They call it Marshal Lazy marcell Ace or something of
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  Speaker 1: that sort. I reckonance call after some man in the wars.
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  Speaker 1: Maybe you don't know who he was, asked Christie. No,
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  Speaker 1: saidtle Troffy. I don't bother my head about it. I
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  Speaker 1: expect he some lazy scoundrel wouldn't do his duty, and
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  Speaker 1: so they made up a song to mock at him.
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  Speaker 1: But that says it may be Christie. I don't know.
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  Speaker 1: I'm sure I expect he wasn't born, and my organ
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  Speaker 1: was made I expect not Christie. Well, Master Troffy, I'm ready,
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  Speaker 1: said Christie, putting the organ chop over his neck. Good bye,
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  Speaker 1: and with an air of great importance, Christie carefully descended
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  Speaker 1: the rickety stairs and marched triumphantly across the court. A
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  Speaker 1: few children who were there gathered round him with admiring
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  Speaker 1: eyes and escorted him down the street. Give us a
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  Speaker 1: to you, Christie, Chirsty, thewl cried out, but Christie shook
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  Speaker 1: his head resolutely and marched on. He was not sorry
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  Speaker 1: when they grew tired of following him and turned back.
• 15:49
  Speaker 1: Now he follow himself a man and he went on
• 15:51
  Speaker 1: in a most independent manner, and then he began to play.
• 15:56
  Speaker 1: What a moment that was for him. He had often
• 15:59
  Speaker 1: turned the handle of barrel organ in the lonely old attic,
• 16:02
  Speaker 1: but that was a very different thing to playing it
• 16:04
  Speaker 1: in the street. There had been no one to hear
• 16:06
  Speaker 1: him there except old Treffy. He used to stand by
• 16:08
  Speaker 1: most anxiously, saying, turner gently, Christie, turn her gently. But
• 16:13
  Speaker 1: here there were crowds of people passing by, and sometimes
• 16:16
  Speaker 1: one stopped for a moment. And then, how proud Christie
• 16:18
  Speaker 1: felt there was no barrel organ like his. He felt
• 16:21
  Speaker 1: sure he did not care what the folks said about
• 16:23
  Speaker 1: Marshall lazy. He was not so good as poor Marianne,
• 16:26
  Speaker 1: Christie felt sure. And as for Home Sweet Home, Christie
• 16:29
  Speaker 1: almost broke down every time he played it. He did
• 16:32
  Speaker 1: so of his mother, and he could not help thinking
• 16:34
  Speaker 1: she was singing it still somewhere. He wondered very much
• 16:38
  Speaker 1: where he was and where Home Sweet Home was. He
• 16:40
  Speaker 1: must try to find out somehow. And thus the day
• 16:44
  Speaker 1: wore away, and Christie's patience was rewarded by quite a
• 16:47
  Speaker 1: little store of pence. How proud he was to spend
• 16:49
  Speaker 1: it on his way home in comforts for poor old Treffy,
• 16:52
  Speaker 1: and how much he enjoyed giving the old man an
• 16:54
  Speaker 1: account of his day's adventures. Traffy gave Christie a warm
• 16:58
  Speaker 1: welcome when he opened the attic door, but it would
• 17:01
  Speaker 1: be hard to say whether he was more pleased to
• 17:02
  Speaker 1: see Christy or to see his dear old Beryl organ.
• 17:07
  Speaker 1: He examined it most carefully and tenderly, but he could
• 17:09
  Speaker 1: not discover that Christie had done any harm to it,
• 17:11
  Speaker 1: and he praised him accordingly. Then, while Christie was getting
• 17:14
  Speaker 1: tea ready, Treffy played on all through his fortunes, dwelling
• 17:17
  Speaker 1: most affectionately and admiringly on home, sweet home. End of
• 17:23
  Speaker 1: chapter two, Chapter three, only another month, old Treffy did
• 17:34
  Speaker 1: not regain his strength. He continued weak and feeble. He
• 17:37
  Speaker 1: was not actually ill, and could sit up day after
• 17:40
  Speaker 1: day by the tiny fire which Christie lighted for him
• 17:42
  Speaker 1: in the morning, but he was not able to descend
• 17:45
  Speaker 1: the steep staircase, much less to walk about with the
• 17:47
  Speaker 1: heavy organ, which even made Christie's shoulders ache. So Christie
• 17:51
  Speaker 1: took the old man's place. It was not always such
• 17:54
  Speaker 1: pleasant work as on that first morning there were cold
• 17:57
  Speaker 1: days and rainy days. There was drizzling sheep which last
• 18:01
  Speaker 1: Christie's face, and biting frost which chilled him through and through.
• 18:05
  Speaker 1: There were damp fogs which wrapped him round like a
• 18:07
  Speaker 1: wet blanket, and rough winds which nearly took him off
• 18:11
  Speaker 1: his feet. Then he grew a little weary of the
• 18:13
  Speaker 1: sound of the poor old organ. He never had the
• 18:15
  Speaker 1: cart to confess this to old Treffy, and Naty scarcely
• 18:18
  Speaker 1: liked it aunt to himself, but he could not help that,
• 18:20
  Speaker 1: wishing that poor mary Anne would come to the end
• 18:23
  Speaker 1: of her troubles, and that the old hundreds would change
• 18:25
  Speaker 1: into something new. He never grew tired At home, sweet home,
• 18:29
  Speaker 1: it was ever fresh to him, for he heard it
• 18:31
  Speaker 1: in his mother's voice. Thus the winter bore away, and
• 18:35
  Speaker 1: the spring came on, and the days became longer and lighter.
• 18:39
  Speaker 1: Then Christie would go much farther out of the town,
• 18:41
  Speaker 1: to the quiet suburbs, where the sound of a barrel
• 18:43
  Speaker 1: organ was not so often heard. The people had time
• 18:46
  Speaker 1: to listen in these parts. They were far away from
• 18:48
  Speaker 1: the busy stir of the town, and there were about
• 18:50
  Speaker 1: few passers by on the pavement. It was rather dull.
• 18:53
  Speaker 1: On these outlying suburbs, the rows of villas, with their
• 18:56
  Speaker 1: stiff gardens in front, grew a little monotonous. It was
• 19:00
  Speaker 1: just the kind of place in which a busy, active
• 19:02
  Speaker 1: mind would long for a little variety. And so it
• 19:05
  Speaker 1: came to pass that even a barrel organ was a
• 19:07
  Speaker 1: welcome visitor, and one and another would throw Christie a
• 19:10
  Speaker 1: penny encourage him to come again. One hot spring day,
• 19:15
  Speaker 1: when the sun was shining in all his vigor, as
• 19:17
  Speaker 1: if he had been tired of being hidden for the winter,
• 19:20
  Speaker 1: Christie was toiling up one of these roads on the
• 19:22
  Speaker 1: outskirts of the town. The organ was pretty heavy for him,
• 19:25
  Speaker 1: and he had to stop every now and then to
• 19:27
  Speaker 1: rest for a minute. At length, he wished a nice
• 19:30
  Speaker 1: looking house standing in a very pretty garden. The flower
• 19:33
  Speaker 1: beds in front of the house were filled with the
• 19:35
  Speaker 1: early spring powers, snowdrops, crocussetes, violets, and hippaticas were in
• 19:39
  Speaker 1: full bloom. Before this house Christy began to play. He
• 19:43
  Speaker 1: could hardly have told you why he chose it. Perhaps
• 19:46
  Speaker 1: he had no reason for doing so, except that it
• 19:48
  Speaker 1: had such a pretty garden in front. And Christie always
• 19:50
  Speaker 1: loved flowers. His mother had once brought him a penny
• 19:53
  Speaker 1: bunch of spring flowers, which, after living for many days
• 19:56
  Speaker 1: in a broken bottle, Christie had pressed in an old
• 19:58
  Speaker 1: spelling book, and through all his troubles he had never
• 20:01
  Speaker 1: parted with them. And thus, before the house with the
• 20:04
  Speaker 1: pretty garden, Christie began to play. He had not turned
• 20:07
  Speaker 1: the handle of the organ three times before two merry
• 20:10
  Speaker 1: little faces appeared at a window at the top of
• 20:13
  Speaker 1: the house and watched him with lively interest. They put
• 20:17
  Speaker 1: their heads out of the window as far as the
• 20:18
  Speaker 1: protecting bars would allow them, and Christie could hear all
• 20:21
  Speaker 1: they said. Look at him, said a little girl who
• 20:24
  Speaker 1: seemed to be about five years old. Doesn't he turn
• 20:26
  Speaker 1: it nicely? Charlie? Guess he does, said Charlie. And what
• 20:30
  Speaker 1: the pretty tandied playing? Yes, said the little girl. It's
• 20:35
  Speaker 1: so cheerful, isn't it, Nurse? She added, turning round to
• 20:38
  Speaker 1: the girl who was holding her by the waist to
• 20:39
  Speaker 1: prevent her falling out of the window. Mabel had heard
• 20:42
  Speaker 1: her papa make a similar remark to her mamma the
• 20:44
  Speaker 1: night before, when she had been playing a piece of
• 20:46
  Speaker 1: music to him for the first time, and she therefore
• 20:49
  Speaker 1: thought it was the correct way to express her admiration
• 20:51
  Speaker 1: of Christie's tune, for the tune happened to be Poor
• 20:55
  Speaker 1: Marie Anne, the words of which the nurse knows very well,
• 20:58
  Speaker 1: Anne as Mary Anne, Nurse's own name. She had grown
• 21:01
  Speaker 1: quite sentimental whilst Christie was playing it, and had been
• 21:04
  Speaker 1: wondering whether John Brown, the grocer's young man, who had
• 21:07
  Speaker 1: promised to be faithful to her forever and evermore whatever
• 21:10
  Speaker 1: behavior to her as Poor Marianne's lover, did and leave
• 21:13
  Speaker 1: her to die forlorn. Thus, she could not quite agree
• 21:16
  Speaker 1: with Miss Mabel's remark that Poor Marianne was so cheerful,
• 21:20
  Speaker 1: and she seemed fairly relieved when the tune changed to
• 21:22
  Speaker 1: Rule but Chania. When Rule Britannia was finished and the
• 21:25
  Speaker 1: organ began Home Sweet Home, the children fairly screamed with delight,
• 21:29
  Speaker 1: for their mother had often sung it to them, and
• 21:31
  Speaker 1: then recognized it as an old favorite, And with their
• 21:33
  Speaker 1: pretty childish voices, they joined in the chorus, Home sweet Home,
• 21:37
  Speaker 1: There is no playfly like comb, there is no place
• 21:40
  Speaker 1: like homb And as poor Christie looked up at them,
• 21:42
  Speaker 1: it seemed to him that they at least did know
• 21:45
  Speaker 1: something of what they sang. Why have I not nice home,
• 21:48
  Speaker 1: he wondered, But the children had run away from the
• 21:51
  Speaker 1: window and scaped her downstairs to ask the Roma for
• 21:53
  Speaker 1: some money for the poor organ boy. A minute afterwards,
• 21:56
  Speaker 1: two pennies were thrown to Christi from the nursery window.
• 22:00
  Speaker 1: He fell down into the middle of a bed of
• 22:01
  Speaker 1: pure white snowdrops, and Christie had to open the garden
• 22:04
  Speaker 1: gate and walk cautiously over the grass to pick them up.
• 22:07
  Speaker 1: But for some time he could not find them, for
• 22:09
  Speaker 1: they were hidden by the flowers, so the children ran
• 22:11
  Speaker 1: down to help him. At last, the pennies were discovered,
• 22:14
  Speaker 1: and Christie took Oba's hat and made a low bow
• 22:16
  Speaker 1: as they presented them to him. He put the money
• 22:19
  Speaker 1: in his pocket and looked down lovingly on the snowdrops.
• 22:23
  Speaker 1: They are pretty flowers, Missy, he said, Would you like one?
• 22:26
  Speaker 1: Oregon Boy asked Mabel, standing on tiptoe and looking into
• 22:30
  Speaker 1: Christie's face. Could ye spare one? Said Christie eagerly. I'll
• 22:36
  Speaker 1: ask Mamma, said Mabel, and she ran into the house.
• 22:40
  Speaker 1: I'm together four, she said. When she came back. Organ Boy,
• 22:44
  Speaker 1: you shall choose. It was a weighty matter selecting the flowers,
• 22:49
  Speaker 1: and then the four snowdrops were tied together and given
• 22:51
  Speaker 1: to Christie. My mother once gave me some like these, Missy,
• 22:55
  Speaker 1: he said, Does she never give you any now? Said Mabel. No, Missy,
• 23:00
  Speaker 1: she's dead, said Christie mournfully. Oh, said little Mabel in
• 23:06
  Speaker 1: a sorrowful, pitying voice. Poor organ boy, Poor organ boy.
• 23:11
  Speaker 1: Christie now put his organ on his back and prepared
• 23:13
  Speaker 1: to depart. Ask him what his name is, whispered Mabel
• 23:17
  Speaker 1: to Charlie. No, no, you ask him, please, Charlie ask him,
• 23:22
  Speaker 1: said Mabel again, what is your name? Organ boy, said
• 23:27
  Speaker 1: Charlie shyly. Christie told them his name, and as he
• 23:30
  Speaker 1: went down the road, he heard their voices calling after him.
• 23:34
  Speaker 1: Come again, Christie, Come again another day, Christie, Come again soon, Christie.
• 23:40
  Speaker 1: The snowdrops were very faded in withther when Christie reached
• 23:42
  Speaker 1: the attic that night. He tried to revive them in water,
• 23:45
  Speaker 1: but they would not look fresh again, so he laid
• 23:48
  Speaker 1: them to rest beside his mother's faded flowers. In the
• 23:50
  Speaker 1: Old spelling book. Christie was not long in repeating his
• 23:53
  Speaker 1: visit to the suburban road, but this time we played
• 23:56
  Speaker 1: his fortunes twice through, and lingered regretfully over Home, sweet home.
• 24:02
  Speaker 1: He saw nothing of the children and received neither smiles
• 24:05
  Speaker 1: nor snowdrops, for Mabel and Charlie had gone for a
• 24:09
  Speaker 1: long country walk with their nurse and were far away
• 24:12
  Speaker 1: from the sound of poor Christie's organ. Treffy was still
• 24:17
  Speaker 1: unable to get out, and he grew rather fretful sometimes,
• 24:20
  Speaker 1: even with Christie. It was very dope for him, sitting
• 24:23
  Speaker 1: alone all day, and he had nothing to comfort him,
• 24:26
  Speaker 1: not even his old friendly organ. And when Christie came
• 24:29
  Speaker 1: home at night, if the store of pence was not
• 24:31
  Speaker 1: so large as usual, poor old Treffy would sigh and
• 24:34
  Speaker 1: moan and wish he could get about again and take
• 24:36
  Speaker 1: his old organ out as before. But Christie bore it
• 24:40
  Speaker 1: very patiently, for he loved his old master more than
• 24:42
  Speaker 1: he had loved any one since his mother died, and
• 24:45
  Speaker 1: love could bear many things. Still, he did wish he
• 24:49
  Speaker 1: could find somewhat or something to comfort Treffy and to
• 24:52
  Speaker 1: make him better. Master Treffy, he said, one night, shall
• 24:57
  Speaker 1: I fetch the doctor to you? No? Oh, no, Christie, boy,
• 25:01
  Speaker 1: said Treffy, Let me be, Let me be. But Christie
• 25:06
  Speaker 1: was not to be so easily put off. What if
• 25:09
  Speaker 1: Treffy should die and leave him alone in the world again.
• 25:12
  Speaker 1: The little attic, dismal though it was, had been a
• 25:15
  Speaker 1: home to Christie, and it had been good to have
• 25:17
  Speaker 1: some one to love him once again. He would be very,
• 25:21
  Speaker 1: very lonely if Treffy died. And the old man was
• 25:24
  Speaker 1: growing very thin and pale, and his hands were very
• 25:27
  Speaker 1: trembling and feeble. He could scarcely turn the old organ now.
• 25:32
  Speaker 1: And Christie had heard of old people breaking up, as
• 25:34
  Speaker 1: it is called, and then going off suddenly, and he
• 25:38
  Speaker 1: began to be very much afraid Old Treffy would do
• 25:40
  Speaker 1: the same. He must get some one to come and
• 25:43
  Speaker 1: see his old master. The landlady of the house had
• 25:47
  Speaker 1: fallen downstairs and broken her arm. A doctor came to
• 25:50
  Speaker 1: see her. Christie knew, oh, if only he would step
• 25:53
  Speaker 1: upstairs and look at old Treffy. It was such a
• 25:55
  Speaker 1: little way from the landlady's room to the attic, and
• 25:58
  Speaker 1: it would only take him a few minutes, and then
• 26:01
  Speaker 1: Christie could ask him what was the matter with the
• 26:03
  Speaker 1: old man, and whether Old Treffy would get better. These
• 26:07
  Speaker 1: thoughts kept Christie awake a long time. That night, he
• 26:10
  Speaker 1: turned restlessly on his pillow, and felt very troubled and anxious.
• 26:15
  Speaker 1: The moonlight streamed into the room and fell on Old
• 26:17
  Speaker 1: Treffy's face as he lay on his bed in the corner.
• 26:21
  Speaker 1: Christie raised himself on his elbow and looked at him. Yes,
• 26:24
  Speaker 1: he did look very wasted and ill. Oh, how we
• 26:28
  Speaker 1: hoped Treffy would not go away as his mother had
• 26:30
  Speaker 1: done and leave him behind. And Christie cried himself asleep
• 26:34
  Speaker 1: that night. The next day he washed about on the
• 26:37
  Speaker 1: stairs till the landlady's doctor came. Old Treffy thought him
• 26:41
  Speaker 1: very idle because he would not go out with the organ,
• 26:43
  Speaker 1: but Christie put him off with first one excuse and
• 26:45
  Speaker 1: then another, and kept looking out the window and down
• 26:48
  Speaker 1: the court that he might see the doctor's carriage stop
• 26:50
  Speaker 1: at the entrance. When at last the doctor came, Christie
• 26:54
  Speaker 1: watched him go into the landlady's room and sat at
• 26:56
  Speaker 1: the door till he came out. He shut the door
• 26:59
  Speaker 1: quickly after him, and was running down the steps when
• 27:02
  Speaker 1: he heard an ear of voice calling after him. Please, sir, please, sir,
• 27:06
  Speaker 1: said Christie. Well, my boy, what do you want? Said
• 27:09
  Speaker 1: the doctor? Please, sir, don't be cross sir, but if
• 27:13
  Speaker 1: you would walk up stairs a minute into the attic, sir,
• 27:15
  Speaker 1: it's old Treffy and he's ever so poorly. Who is
• 27:19
  Speaker 1: Old Truffy, asked the doctor. He's my old master. That's
• 27:23
  Speaker 1: to say he takes care of me. At least it's
• 27:26
  Speaker 1: me that takes care of him, please, sir. The doctor
• 27:29
  Speaker 1: did not quite know what to make of this lucid explanation. However,
• 27:34
  Speaker 1: he turned round and began slowly to ascend the attic stairs.
• 27:38
  Speaker 1: What's the matter with him, he asked kindly. That's what
• 27:41
  Speaker 1: I want to know, sir. He's a very old man, sir,
• 27:44
  Speaker 1: and I'm afraid he won't live long, and I want
• 27:46
  Speaker 1: to know, please, but I'd better go in first, please, sir.
• 27:49
  Speaker 1: Master Treffy doesn't know you're coming. Master Treffy, said Christie,
• 27:54
  Speaker 1: walking bravely into the room. Here's a landlady's doctor come
• 27:57
  Speaker 1: to see you, and Christie's great joy. Old Treffy made
• 28:00
  Speaker 1: no objection, but submitted very patiently and gently to the
• 28:04
  Speaker 1: doctor's investigation, without even asking who had sent him. And
• 28:08
  Speaker 1: then the doctor chruk leave, promising to send some more
• 28:11
  Speaker 1: medicine in the morning, and walked out into the close court.
• 28:14
  Speaker 1: He was just getting into his carriage when he felt
• 28:16
  Speaker 1: a little cold hand on his arm. Please, sir, how
• 28:19
  Speaker 1: much is it, said Christie's voice. How much is what?
• 28:22
  Speaker 1: Asked the doctor. How much is it for coming to
• 28:25
  Speaker 1: see poor old Treffy? Sir? I've got a few coppers here, sir,
• 28:28
  Speaker 1: said Christie, bringing them out of his pocket. Will these
• 28:31
  Speaker 1: be enough, sir? Or if not, sir, I'll bring some
• 28:34
  Speaker 1: more to your house tomorrow. Oh, said the doctor, smiling.
• 28:38
  Speaker 1: You may keep your money, boy, I won't take your
• 28:40
  Speaker 1: last penny. And when I come to see missus White,
• 28:43
  Speaker 1: I'll give a look at the old man again. Christie
• 28:46
  Speaker 1: looked but did not speak his thanks. Please, sir, what
• 28:49
  Speaker 1: do you think of Master Treffy? He asked. He won't
• 28:52
  Speaker 1: be here very long, boy, Perhaps another month or so,
• 28:55
  Speaker 1: said the doctor as he drove away. A month or so.
• 28:59
  Speaker 1: Only a month, said Christie to himself, as he walked
• 29:02
  Speaker 1: slowly back with a dead weight on his soul. A
• 29:05
  Speaker 1: month more with his dear old master, only another month,
• 29:08
  Speaker 1: Only another month, And in the minute which passed before
• 29:12
  Speaker 1: Christie reached the attic, he saw, as in a sorrowful picture,
• 29:15
  Speaker 1: what life would be to him Without Old Treffy, he
• 29:18
  Speaker 1: would have no home, not even the old attic. He
• 29:21
  Speaker 1: would have no friend, no home, no friend, no home,
• 29:25
  Speaker 1: no friend. That would be a sorrow. And only another
• 29:28
  Speaker 1: month before it came, only another month. It was with
• 29:33
  Speaker 1: a dull, heavy heart that Christie opened the attic door.
• 29:37
  Speaker 1: Christie Boy, said Old Treffy's voice, What did the doctor say?
• 29:41
  Speaker 1: He said, you only had another month, Master Treffy, sobed Christie,
• 29:46
  Speaker 1: Only another month, and whatever shall I do without you?
• 29:50
  Speaker 1: Treffy did not speak. It was a solemn thing to
• 29:52
  Speaker 1: be told he had only another month to live, that
• 29:55
  Speaker 1: in another month he must leave Christie and the attic
• 29:58
  Speaker 1: and the old organ and go. He knew not whither.
• 30:02
  Speaker 1: It was a solemn searching thought for Old Treffy. He
• 30:05
  Speaker 1: spoke very little all day. Christie stayed at home, for
• 30:08
  Speaker 1: he had not hard enough to take the organ out
• 30:10
  Speaker 1: that sorrowful day, and he washed Old Treffy very gently
• 30:13
  Speaker 1: and mournfully. Only another month, only another month, was ringing
• 30:18
  Speaker 1: in the hearts of both. But when the evening came
• 30:22
  Speaker 1: on and there was no light in the room, but
• 30:24
  Speaker 1: what came from the handful of fire in the grate,
• 30:26
  Speaker 1: Old Treffy began to talk. Christie, he said, uneasily, Where
• 30:30
  Speaker 1: am I going? Where shall I be in a month? Christie.
• 30:35
  Speaker 1: Christy gazed into the fire thoughtfully. My mother talked about heaven,
• 30:39
  Speaker 1: Master Treffy, and she said she was going home Holmes,
• 30:42
  Speaker 1: sweet Home. That was the last thing she saying. I
• 30:45
  Speaker 1: expect that home, sweet Home is somewhere in heaven, Master Treffy.
• 30:48
  Speaker 1: I expect so it's a good place, so my mother said. Yes,
• 30:53
  Speaker 1: said old Treffy. I suppose it is. But I can't
• 30:56
  Speaker 1: help thinking I should be very strange there, Christie, very strange. Indeed,
• 31:00
  Speaker 1: I know so little about it, so very little, Christie boy, Yes,
• 31:04
  Speaker 1: said Christy. And I don't know much, and I don't
• 31:08
  Speaker 1: know any one there, Christie. You won't be there or
• 31:10
  Speaker 1: anyone that I know, and I shall have to leave
• 31:13
  Speaker 1: my poor old organ. You don't suppose love any barrel
• 31:16
  Speaker 1: organs there? Will they? Christie? No, said Christie. I never
• 31:20
  Speaker 1: heard my mother speak if any. I think she said
• 31:22
  Speaker 1: they've played on harps in heaven. I sha'n't like that
• 31:26
  Speaker 1: half so well, said old Treffy sorrowfully. I don't know
• 31:30
  Speaker 1: how I shall pass my time. Christie did not know
• 31:33
  Speaker 1: what to say to this, so he made no answer.
• 31:36
  Speaker 1: Christie boy said Old Tuffy, suddenly, I want you to
• 31:39
  Speaker 1: make out about heaven. I want you to find out
• 31:41
  Speaker 1: all about it for me. Maybe I shouldn't feel so
• 31:44
  Speaker 1: strange if I knew what I was going to and
• 31:47
  Speaker 1: your mother called it home, sweet home, didn't she? Christie? Yes,
• 31:51
  Speaker 1: said Christie. I'm almost sure it was heaven. She meant. Now, Christie,
• 31:56
  Speaker 1: mind you make out, said Treffy earnestly, And remember there's
• 31:59
  Speaker 1: only another month. Only another month. I'll do my best,
• 32:03
  Speaker 1: Master Truffy, said Christy. I'll do my very best. And
• 32:07
  Speaker 1: Christie kept his word. End of chapter three, Chapter four
• 32:16
  Speaker 1: of Christie's Old Organ by missus O. F. Walton. This
• 32:21
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• 32:25
  Speaker 1: And Simonides, Chapter four Mabel's first lesson in organ grinding.
• 32:37
  Speaker 1: The next day, Christie had to go out as usual.
• 32:40
  Speaker 1: Old Truffy seemed no worse than before. He was able
• 32:42
  Speaker 1: to sit up, and Christie opened the small window before
• 32:45
  Speaker 1: he went out to let a breath of fresh air
• 32:48
  Speaker 1: get into the close attic. But there was very little
• 32:51
  Speaker 1: fresh air anywhere that day. The atmosphere was heavy and stifling,
• 32:55
  Speaker 1: and poor Christie's heart felt depressed and weary. He turned
• 32:59
  Speaker 1: he hardly knew why, to the suburban road and stopped
• 33:02
  Speaker 1: before the house with the pretty garden. He wanted to
• 33:05
  Speaker 1: see those merry little faces again. Perhaps they would cheer him.
• 33:09
  Speaker 1: He felt so dull to day. Christy was not disappointed
• 33:13
  Speaker 1: this time. He had hardly turned the handle of the
• 33:14
  Speaker 1: organ twice before Mabel and Charlie appeared at the nursery
• 33:17
  Speaker 1: your winter, and after he satisfying themselves that it really
• 33:21
  Speaker 1: was Christie, their own organ boy, they ran to the
• 33:24
  Speaker 1: garden and stood beside him as he played. Doesn't he
• 33:27
  Speaker 1: turn it? Nicely? Whispered Charlie to his sister, Yes, said
• 33:31
  Speaker 1: little Mabel. I wish I had an organ, don't you, Charley?
• 33:36
  Speaker 1: So I ask Papa. To bias, one asked her brother.
• 33:39
  Speaker 1: I don't know, Charley. If Mamma would like it, always
• 33:43
  Speaker 1: said Mabel. She is such bad headaches, you know well,
• 33:47
  Speaker 1: But up in the nursey she would hardly hear it,
• 33:50
  Speaker 1: I'm sure, said Charlie regretfully. I should so like to
• 33:54
  Speaker 1: turn it, said Mabel, shyly, looking up into Kristy's face.
• 33:58
  Speaker 1: All right, Missy, come here, said Christie, and standing on
• 34:02
  Speaker 1: tiptoe at his side, little Mabel to clothe the handle
• 34:05
  Speaker 1: of the organ with her tiny white hand, very slowly
• 34:09
  Speaker 1: and carefully. She turned it so slowly that her Mamma
• 34:12
  Speaker 1: came to the window to see if the organ had
• 34:13
  Speaker 1: been taken. Ill. It was a pretty sight which that
• 34:17
  Speaker 1: young mother looked upon, the little, fair, delicate child in
• 34:21
  Speaker 1: her lightsome redress, turning the handle of the old faded
• 34:24
  Speaker 1: barrel organ, and the organ boy standing by watching her
• 34:27
  Speaker 1: with admiring eyes. Then little Maybel looked up and saw
• 34:31
  Speaker 1: her mother's face at the window, and smiling, nodded to her,
• 34:34
  Speaker 1: delighted to find that she was watching. And then Mabel
• 34:37
  Speaker 1: played with the happy consciousness that mother was listening. For
• 34:41
  Speaker 1: there was no one in the world that little Maybel
• 34:43
  Speaker 1: loved so much as her mother. But Mabel turned so
• 34:46
  Speaker 1: slowly that she grew tired of the melancholy wails of
• 34:49
  Speaker 1: poor Marianne. Change it, please, organ boy, she said, make
• 34:53
  Speaker 1: it play home speed home. Mother does like that. So
• 34:58
  Speaker 1: But Christie knew that Rubachania lay between them and home,
• 35:01
  Speaker 1: sweet home, and he took the handle from Mabel and
• 35:04
  Speaker 1: saying brightly, all right, missy, i'llly come as quick as
• 35:06
  Speaker 1: I can. He turned it round so fast that if
• 35:08
  Speaker 1: Old Treffy had been within hearing, he would certainly have
• 35:11
  Speaker 1: died from fright about his dear old organ. Long before
• 35:13
  Speaker 1: the month was over, several people in the opposite houses
• 35:17
  Speaker 1: came to their windows to look out. They thought the
• 35:19
  Speaker 1: organ must be possessed with some evil spirit, so slowly
• 35:22
  Speaker 1: did it go one minute, so quickly the next. But
• 35:25
  Speaker 1: they understood how it was and in it afterwards, when
• 35:27
  Speaker 1: Little Mabel again began to turn, and very slowly and deliberately,
• 35:30
  Speaker 1: the first notes of Home Sweet Home was sounded. Forth
• 35:35
  Speaker 1: she turned the handle of the organ until Home Sweet
• 35:37
  Speaker 1: Home was quite finished, and then, with a sigh of satisfaction,
• 35:41
  Speaker 1: she gave it up to Christie. I like Home Sweet Home,
• 35:44
  Speaker 1: she said. It's such a pretty tam Yes, said Christie.
• 35:50
  Speaker 1: It's my favorite.
• 35:51
  Speaker 2: Missy.
• 35:52
  Speaker 1: Where is home sweet home? He asked suddenly, as he
• 35:55
  Speaker 1: remembered his promise to Old Treffy. That's my home, said
• 35:59
  Speaker 1: Little Mabel, nodding her head in the direction of the
• 36:02
  Speaker 1: pretty house. I don't know where yours is, Christie. I
• 36:06
  Speaker 1: haven't much of a place to call home, Missy, said Christie.
• 36:09
  Speaker 1: Me and old Treffy. We live together in an old ache,
• 36:11
  Speaker 1: and that won't be for long, only another month, Miss Mabel,
• 36:14
  Speaker 1: and I shall have no home then, poor organ boy,
• 36:18
  Speaker 1: poor Christie, said Little Mabel in a pitying voice. Charley
• 36:23
  Speaker 1: had taken the handle of the organ now and was
• 36:25
  Speaker 1: rejoicing in poor Marie Anne. But Mabel hardly listened to him.
• 36:29
  Speaker 1: She was thinking of the poor boy who had no
• 36:31
  Speaker 1: home but an attic, and who would soon have no
• 36:33
  Speaker 1: home at all. There's another home somewhere, said Christie. Isn't there, Missy.
• 36:38
  Speaker 1: Isn't heaven some sort of a home.
• 36:41
  Speaker 3: Oh?
• 36:41
  Speaker 1: Yes, there's heaven, said Little Mabel brightly. You'll have a
• 36:44
  Speaker 1: home there, won't you. Organ boy. Where is heaven, said Christie.
• 36:49
  Speaker 1: It's up there, said Little Mabel, pointing up to the sky,
• 36:52
  Speaker 1: up so high, Christy, the little stars live in heaven.
• 36:56
  Speaker 1: I used to think they're the angel's eyes, but nurse
• 36:58
  Speaker 1: says it's silly to think that. I like the stars,
• 37:02
  Speaker 1: said Christie. Yes, said Mabel, so do I. And you'll
• 37:06
  Speaker 1: see them all when you go to heaven, Christie. I'm
• 37:08
  Speaker 1: sure you will. What's this heaven like, miss Mabel, asked Christie. Oh,
• 37:14
  Speaker 1: it's so nice, said little Mabel. They have white dresses on,
• 37:17
  Speaker 1: and the streets are all gold, Christie, all gold and shining.
• 37:21
  Speaker 1: And Jesus is there, Christie. Wouldn't you like to see Jesus?
• 37:24
  Speaker 1: She added in a whisper. I don't know, said Christian,
• 37:27
  Speaker 1: in a bewildered tone. I don't know much about him.
• 37:32
  Speaker 1: Don't you love Jesus, Christie, said Mabel, with a very grave,
• 37:35
  Speaker 1: sorrowful face, and with tears in her large brown eyes. Oh,
• 37:39
  Speaker 1: Organ boy, don't you love Jesus, No, said Christie. I
• 37:43
  Speaker 1: know so little about him, miss Mabel. But you can't
• 37:47
  Speaker 1: go to heaven if you don't love Jesus. Christie, Oh,
• 37:50
  Speaker 1: I'm so sorry. You won't have a home at all.
• 37:52
  Speaker 1: How will you do? And the tears ran down little
• 37:56
  Speaker 1: Mabel's cheeks. But just then the bell rang for dinner,
• 37:59
  Speaker 1: and his voice called the children in. Christie walked on
• 38:03
  Speaker 1: very thoughtfully. He was thinking of Little Mabel's words and
• 38:06
  Speaker 1: of Little Mabel's tears. You can't go to heaven if
• 38:09
  Speaker 1: you don't love Jesus, she had said, and then you
• 38:11
  Speaker 1: won't have a home at all. It was a new
• 38:14
  Speaker 1: thought for Christie, and a very sad thought, what if
• 38:17
  Speaker 1: he should never never know anything of home, sweet home?
• 38:21
  Speaker 1: And then came the rememborments of poor old Treffy, his
• 38:24
  Speaker 1: dear old master, who had only another month to live.
• 38:28
  Speaker 1: Did he love Jesus? He had never heard Old Treffy
• 38:31
  Speaker 1: mention his name, And what if Treffy should die and
• 38:34
  Speaker 1: never go to Heaven at all, but to the other place.
• 38:37
  Speaker 1: Christy had heard of hell, He did not know much
• 38:40
  Speaker 1: about it, and he had always fancied it was for
• 38:42
  Speaker 1: very bad people. He must tell Treffy about Mabel's words. Perhaps,
• 38:46
  Speaker 1: after all, his old master did love Jesus. Christie hoped
• 38:50
  Speaker 1: very much that he did. He longed for evening to come,
• 38:54
  Speaker 1: that he might go home and ask him. The afternoon
• 38:57
  Speaker 1: was still more close and sultry than the morning had been,
• 39:00
  Speaker 1: and little Christie was very weary. The organ was heavy
• 39:03
  Speaker 1: for him at all times, and it seemed heavier than
• 39:05
  Speaker 1: usual to day. He was obliged to sit down to
• 39:08
  Speaker 1: rest for a few minutes on a doorstep in one
• 39:10
  Speaker 1: of the back streets, about half a mile from the
• 39:13
  Speaker 1: court where Old Treffy lived. As he was sitting there
• 39:16
  Speaker 1: with his organ resting against the wall, two women met
• 39:19
  Speaker 1: each other just in front of the doorstep, and after
• 39:21
  Speaker 1: asking most affectionately after each other's health, they began to talk,
• 39:25
  Speaker 1: and Christie could not help hearing everywhere. They said. What's
• 39:29
  Speaker 1: that place, said one of them, looking across the road
• 39:32
  Speaker 1: at a long, low building with the board in front
• 39:34
  Speaker 1: of it. Oh, that's our new mission room, Missus West,
• 39:37
  Speaker 1: said the other. It belongs to the church at the
• 39:39
  Speaker 1: corner of Melville Street. A young man comes and preaches
• 39:43
  Speaker 1: there every Sunday night. I like to hear em, I do,
• 39:46
  Speaker 1: she went on. He puts us a plain? Put what's plain?
• 39:49
  Speaker 1: Miss Smith? Said her friend. Oh? All about heaven and
• 39:53
  Speaker 1: how are to get there? And about Jesus and what
• 39:55
  Speaker 1: he's done for us. He's a kind man, is missus
• 39:58
  Speaker 1: or Wilton. He came to see Tommy when he was badly.
• 40:01
  Speaker 1: Do you know him, Missus West? No, said Missus West.
• 40:05
  Speaker 1: Maybe I'll come tomorrow. What time is it? It begins
• 40:09
  Speaker 1: at seven o'clock every Sunday, said Missus Smith. And you
• 40:12
  Speaker 1: needn't bother about your clothes. There's no one there but
• 40:14
  Speaker 1: poor folks like ourselves. Well, I'll come, Missus Smith. Good day.
• 40:19
  Speaker 1: And the two parted, and little Christy had heard all
• 40:22
  Speaker 1: they said, and uttermly made up his mind to be
• 40:24
  Speaker 1: at the Mission room next evening at seven o'clock. He
• 40:27
  Speaker 1: must lose no time in making out what Treffy wanted
• 40:30
  Speaker 1: to know. One day of the month was gone already,
• 40:34
  Speaker 1: Master Treffy, said Christy that night. Do you love Jesus Jesus,
• 40:39
  Speaker 1: said the old man. No, Christie, I can't say I do.
• 40:42
  Speaker 1: I suppose I ought to. Good folks do, don't they?
• 40:46
  Speaker 1: Master Treffy said Christie solemnly. If you don't love Jesus,
• 40:50
  Speaker 1: you can't go to heaven, and you'll never have a
• 40:52
  Speaker 1: home any more, never any more. Aye, Aye, Christy, that's true.
• 40:58
  Speaker 1: I'm afraid. When I was a little chap, no bigger
• 41:00
  Speaker 1: than you, I used to hear Chell about these things.
• 41:03
  Speaker 1: But I gave no heed to them then, and I've
• 41:05
  Speaker 1: forgotten all I've ever heard. I've been thinking a deal
• 41:08
  Speaker 1: lately since I was to so bad, and some of
• 41:11
  Speaker 1: us seems to come back to me. But I can't
• 41:13
  Speaker 1: rightly mind what I was told. It's a bad job, Christie,
• 41:17
  Speaker 1: A bad job. End of chapter four recording by Esterbin Simonites.
• 41:28
  Speaker 1: Chapter five of Christie's Old Organ by missus O. Of Walton.
• 41:33
  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by
• 41:37
  Speaker 1: Esterban Simonites, Chapter five, No Sin in the City Bright.
• 41:43
  Speaker 1: It had been a close, sultry day, and it was
• 41:46
  Speaker 1: a still more oppressive night. It was long before Christie
• 41:49
  Speaker 1: could get to sleep, and when at last he had
• 41:52
  Speaker 1: sunk into a troubled slumber, he was waked suddenly by
• 41:55
  Speaker 1: a loud peal of thunder, which made the old attic
• 41:58
  Speaker 1: shake from end to end. Old Treffy raised him up
• 42:01
  Speaker 1: in bed, and Christie crept to his side. It was
• 42:04
  Speaker 1: an awful storm. The lightning flashed into the attic, lighting
• 42:08
  Speaker 1: up for a moment every corner of it, and showing
• 42:10
  Speaker 1: Christie Old Treffy's white and trembling face. The knoll was
• 42:14
  Speaker 1: dark again, and there came the heavy roll of the thunder,
• 42:16
  Speaker 1: which sounded like the noise of falling houses, and which
• 42:19
  Speaker 1: made Old Treffy shake from head to foot. Christie never
• 42:22
  Speaker 1: remembered such a storm before, and he was very much afraid.
• 42:26
  Speaker 1: He knelt very close to his old master and took
• 42:28
  Speaker 1: hold of his trembling hand. Are you frightened, Master Treffy?
• 42:33
  Speaker 1: He asked at last, as the vivid flashed again darted
• 42:35
  Speaker 1: into the room. Yes, Christie boy, said old Treffy. I
• 42:39
  Speaker 1: don't know how it is. I used not to be
• 42:41
  Speaker 1: afraid of a storm, but I am to night. Poor
• 42:44
  Speaker 1: Christie did not speak, so Tevy went on. The lightning
• 42:47
  Speaker 1: seems like God looking at me, Christie. And the thunder
• 42:49
  Speaker 1: seems like God's voice. And I am afraid of him.
• 42:52
  Speaker 1: I don't love him, Christie, I don't love him. And
• 42:55
  Speaker 1: again the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled, and again
• 42:58
  Speaker 1: Old Treffy shook from head to foot. I shouldn't like
• 43:01
  Speaker 1: to die to night, Christie, he said, And the lightning
• 43:03
  Speaker 1: comes so very near to me. Christie boy, do you
• 43:06
  Speaker 1: know what sin is? He whispered, Yes, said Christie. It's
• 43:09
  Speaker 1: doing wrong things, isn't it, Yes, said Treffy. And I've
• 43:14
  Speaker 1: done many of them, Christie. And it's thinking bad thoughts,
• 43:17
  Speaker 1: and I've thought of many of them, Christie. And it's
• 43:20
  Speaker 1: saying bad words, and I've said many of them, Christie.
• 43:23
  Speaker 1: But I never cared about it before to night? How
• 43:26
  Speaker 1: did you come to care about it? To night, asked Christie.
• 43:30
  Speaker 1: I've had a dream, Christie boy, and it has made
• 43:32
  Speaker 1: me tremble. Tell me it Master, Treffy pleaded Christie. I
• 43:37
  Speaker 1: was thinking of what you said about loving Jesus, and
• 43:40
  Speaker 1: I fell asleep, and I thought I was standing before
• 43:42
  Speaker 1: a beautiful gate. It was made of gold, Christie. And
• 43:45
  Speaker 1: over the gate there were some shining letters. I spelt
• 43:48
  Speaker 1: them out, and they were Home, Sweet Home, Christie. And
• 43:51
  Speaker 1: I said to myself, I've found it at last. I
• 43:54
  Speaker 1: wish Christie was here. But just then some one opened
• 43:57
  Speaker 1: the gate and said, what do you want, old man,
• 44:00
  Speaker 1: I want to come in. I said, I'm very tired
• 44:02
  Speaker 1: and I want to be at home. But he shut
• 44:04
  Speaker 1: the gate and said to me, very gravely and sorrowfully,
• 44:07
  Speaker 1: no sin can come in here. And Christie, I felt
• 44:10
  Speaker 1: as if I was nothing but sin. So I turned
• 44:13
  Speaker 1: round and walked away. And it grew very dark, and
• 44:16
  Speaker 1: just then came the thunder, and I awoke. I can't
• 44:18
  Speaker 1: forget it, Christie, I can't forget it, said Old Treffy.
• 44:22
  Speaker 1: And still the lightning flashed in the thunder rolled, and
• 44:24
  Speaker 1: still Old Truffy trembled. Christie could not comfort him, for
• 44:28
  Speaker 1: he was very much afraid himself. But he pressed very
• 44:31
  Speaker 1: close up to his side and did not leave him
• 44:33
  Speaker 1: till the storm was over. And there was no sound
• 44:35
  Speaker 1: but the heavy downpour of the rain on the roof
• 44:37
  Speaker 1: of the attic. Then he crept back to bed and
• 44:40
  Speaker 1: fell asleep. The next morning, it all seemed like a
• 44:43
  Speaker 1: bad dream. The sun was shining brightly, and Christie rose
• 44:47
  Speaker 1: and opened the attic window. Everything looked fresh and clean
• 44:50
  Speaker 1: after the rain. The dull, heavy feeling was gone out
• 44:53
  Speaker 1: of the air, and the little sparrows were chrooping in
• 44:55
  Speaker 1: the eaves. It was Sunday morning, and on Sunday evening
• 44:59
  Speaker 1: Christie was to hear the clergyman preach in the mission room.
• 45:02
  Speaker 1: Oh how he wished it was seven o'clock that he
• 45:05
  Speaker 1: might go and find out what Old Treffy wanted to know.
• 45:09
  Speaker 1: That poor old man seemed very restless and unhappy all
• 45:12
  Speaker 1: that long spring day. Christie never left him, for it
• 45:15
  Speaker 1: was only on Sunday that he could watch beside his
• 45:17
  Speaker 1: dear old master. He could see that old Treffy had
• 45:20
  Speaker 1: not forgotten his dream, although he did not speak of
• 45:23
  Speaker 1: it again. And at last the long, weary day wore away,
• 45:28
  Speaker 1: and at six o'clock Christie washed himself and prepared to depart.
• 45:33
  Speaker 1: The mission room was only just open when little Christie arrived.
• 45:36
  Speaker 1: A woman was inside, lighting the gas and preparing the
• 45:39
  Speaker 1: place for the congregation. Christie peeped and shyly in at
• 45:42
  Speaker 1: the door, and she caught sight of him and ordered
• 45:45
  Speaker 1: him off. Isn't there going to be any preaching to night,
• 45:48
  Speaker 1: said Christie in a disappointed voice. Oh you've come to
• 45:52
  Speaker 1: the service, have you, said the woman. All right, you
• 45:55
  Speaker 1: can come in, only you must sit still, and you
• 45:57
  Speaker 1: mustn't talk or make a noise. Now, as for Christie
• 46:01
  Speaker 1: had no one to talk to, this was rather an
• 46:03
  Speaker 1: unnecessary speech. However, he went in very meekly and sat
• 46:07
  Speaker 1: down on one of the front benches. Then the congregation
• 46:11
  Speaker 1: began to arrive, old men and little children, mothers with
• 46:14
  Speaker 1: babies in their arms, old women with shawls over their heads,
• 46:18
  Speaker 1: husbands and wives, a few young men. People with all
• 46:21
  Speaker 1: kinds of faces, and all kinds of characters, from the
• 46:24
  Speaker 1: quiet and respectable artisan's wife to the poor little beggar
• 46:28
  Speaker 1: girl who sat on the form beside Christie. And as
• 46:32
  Speaker 1: seven o'clock struck the door opened and the minister came in.
• 46:36
  Speaker 1: Christine never took his eyes off him during the whole service,
• 46:39
  Speaker 1: And oh how he enjoyed the singing the last him, especially,
• 46:43
  Speaker 1: a young woman behind him was singing it very distinctly,
• 46:46
  Speaker 1: and he could hear every word. Oh, if he could
• 46:49
  Speaker 1: only have remembered it to repeat to Old Treffy. The
• 46:52
  Speaker 1: words of him were as follows.
• 46:55
  Speaker 4: There is a city, bright, low star, its gates.
• 47:02
  Speaker 2: To sin, not that defire, not that defileth.
• 47:10
  Speaker 5: Can ever and enter and save your I come to
• 47:18
  Speaker 5: thee O Lamb of God. I pray, cleanse me and
• 47:25
  Speaker 5: save me, Cleanse me and save me.
• 47:29
  Speaker 2: Why all my sins away?
• 47:35
  Speaker 4: Lord, make me from this hour thy loveing child, to
• 47:42
  Speaker 4: be kept by Thy power, kept by Thy power, from
• 47:51
  Speaker 4: all that grieveth me till in the snow ye dress
• 48:00
  Speaker 4: of the redeem ty.
• 48:03
  Speaker 1: Sand, bodless and stainless, foldless and stainless, saving that happy land.
• 48:16
  Speaker 1: And after the hymn came the sermon. The clergyman's text
• 48:20
  Speaker 1: was Revelations twenty one twenty seven. There shall in no
• 48:23
  Speaker 1: wise enter into it anything that defile it. He spoke
• 48:27
  Speaker 1: of the heavenly city of which they had just been singing,
• 48:30
  Speaker 1: the bright, beautiful city, with its streets of gold and
• 48:34
  Speaker 1: gates of pearl. He spoke of the river of the
• 48:36
  Speaker 1: water of life, and the trees on either side of
• 48:39
  Speaker 1: the river. He spoke of those who live in the
• 48:41
  Speaker 1: happy place, of their white robes and crowns of gold,
• 48:45
  Speaker 1: of the sweet songs they ever sing, and the joy
• 48:48
  Speaker 1: in all their faces. The clergyman also told them that
• 48:52
  Speaker 1: in that bright city sorrow was never found. No weeping there,
• 48:56
  Speaker 1: no tears, no sighs, no trouble, no tie feet on
• 49:00
  Speaker 1: that golden pavement, No hungry ones there, no hot burning sun,
• 49:04
  Speaker 1: no cold frost or snow. No sickness there, and no death,
• 49:08
  Speaker 1: no funerals in heaven, no grace in the golden city,
• 49:12
  Speaker 1: perfect love there, No more quarreling or strife, no angry
• 49:16
  Speaker 1: tones or discordant murmurs, no rude, rough voices to disturb
• 49:20
  Speaker 1: the peace, and all this for ever and ever, no
• 49:23
  Speaker 1: dread of it coming to an end, no gloomy fierce
• 49:26
  Speaker 1: for the future. No parting's there, no good byes. Once there,
• 49:31
  Speaker 1: safe forever at home, at rest with God. Would you
• 49:36
  Speaker 1: like to go there? Asked the clergyman's voice, and a
• 49:39
  Speaker 1: quiet murmur passed through the room, a sigh of longing,
• 49:42
  Speaker 1: an expression of assent, and little Chrissy Wizard softly to himself,
• 49:47
  Speaker 1: like to go there? Aye? That I would me an
• 49:50
  Speaker 1: old treffy, and all thou shall in no wise enter
• 49:53
  Speaker 1: into it anything that defileth, said the clergyman's voice. Closed
• 49:57
  Speaker 1: darts gates to sin, My friend, If there is one
• 50:00
  Speaker 1: sin on your soul, Heaven's gates will be closed against you.
• 50:04
  Speaker 1: Not that defileth, Not that defileth can ever enter in.
• 50:08
  Speaker 1: If all my life I had never sinned, If all
• 50:11
  Speaker 1: my life I had never done a wicked deed, or
• 50:13
  Speaker 1: spoken a wicked word, or thought a wicked thought, if
• 50:17
  Speaker 1: all my life I had done everything I ought to
• 50:19
  Speaker 1: have done, I had been perfectly sinless and holy. And
• 50:22
  Speaker 1: yet to night I was to commit one sin. That sin,
• 50:25
  Speaker 1: however small a sin in man's eyes, that sin would
• 50:29
  Speaker 1: be quiet enough to shut me out of Heaven. The
• 50:32
  Speaker 1: gates would be shut against me for that one sin.
• 50:35
  Speaker 1: No soul on which there is a speck of sin
• 50:37
  Speaker 1: can go into that bright city. Is there one in
• 50:41
  Speaker 1: this room, asked the clergyman, who can say that he
• 50:43
  Speaker 1: has only sinned once? Is there one here who can
• 50:46
  Speaker 1: say that there is only one sin on his soul?
• 50:49
  Speaker 1: And again there was a faint murmur round the room,
• 50:51
  Speaker 1: and again a deep drawn sigh, But this time it
• 50:54
  Speaker 1: was a suppressed sigh of accusing confidences. No, said the clergyman.
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  Speaker 1: There is not one of us who can say that
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  Speaker 1: every one of us has sinned again and again and again,
• 51:05
  Speaker 1: and to each sin is like a dark blotch, a
• 51:07
  Speaker 1: deep ink stain on the soul. Oh, said little Christie
• 51:10
  Speaker 1: in his heart, as he listened to these words, whatever
• 51:14
  Speaker 1: won me? And Treffy do? And Christie's thoughts wandered to
• 51:18
  Speaker 1: the lonely attic until Old Truffy's sad worn out face.
• 51:21
  Speaker 1: So it was all true, he said to himself. Miss
• 51:24
  Speaker 1: Mabel's words and Master Treffy's dream all too true, all
• 51:27
  Speaker 1: too true. If Christie had been listening, he would have
• 51:31
  Speaker 1: heard the clergyman tell of the way in which sin
• 51:33
  Speaker 1: could be taken away. But his mind was full of
• 51:36
  Speaker 1: the one idea of the sermon, And when he next
• 51:39
  Speaker 1: heard the clergyman's words, he was telling his congregation that
• 51:42
  Speaker 1: he hoped they would all be present on the following
• 51:45
  Speaker 1: Sunday evening, as he intended then to preach on the
• 51:47
  Speaker 1: second verse of the hymn, and to tell them more
• 51:50
  Speaker 1: fully than he had time to do to night, what
• 51:52
  Speaker 1: was the only way to enter within the gates into
• 51:54
  Speaker 1: the city. Christie walked home very sadly and sorrowly. He
• 51:59
  Speaker 1: was in Noah to meet Old Traffy's anxious, inquiring eyes.
• 52:03
  Speaker 1: And when he reached the dargattic, he sat down by
• 52:05
  Speaker 1: Treffy and looked away from it into the fire as
• 52:07
  Speaker 1: he said, mournfully, your dream was right, master Treffy. I've
• 52:11
  Speaker 1: heard it all over again tonight. He preached about it,
• 52:14
  Speaker 1: and he sang about it. So there's no mistake, now
• 52:17
  Speaker 1: tell me all, Christie boy, said Treffy pitifully. It's a
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  Speaker 1: beautiful place, Master Treffy. You'd be ever so happy and
• 52:24
  Speaker 1: comfortable if you could only get there. But there's no
• 52:27
  Speaker 1: sin allowed inside the gates. That's what the clergyman said,
• 52:31
  Speaker 1: and that's what the hymn said too. There is a
• 52:33
  Speaker 1: city bright, closed arts gates to sin. Then there's no
• 52:38
  Speaker 1: chance for me, Christy, said the old man, no chance
• 52:41
  Speaker 1: for me. And hours after that, when Christie thought Treffy
• 52:45
  Speaker 1: was fast asleep on his bed in the corner, he
• 52:48
  Speaker 1: heard his poor old trembling voice murmuring again and again,
• 52:52
  Speaker 1: closed arts gates to sin, Closed arts gates to sin.
• 52:56
  Speaker 1: And there was another ear listening to old Treffy's voice
• 53:00
  Speaker 1: at the gate of whom Bunyan writes, had heard the
• 53:02
  Speaker 1: old man's sorrowful wail, and he went to his very heart.
• 53:05
  Speaker 1: He knew all about old Treffy, and he was soon
• 53:08
  Speaker 1: to say to him with tones of love, as he
• 53:10
  Speaker 1: opened the gate of rest, I am willing with all
• 53:13
  Speaker 1: my heart to let thee inn end of chapter five,
• 53:22
  Speaker 1: Chapter six of Christie's Old Organ by missus O. F. Walton.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public to mean recording
• 53:30
  Speaker 1: by Esther and Simondy's Chapter six. The only way into Home,
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  Speaker 1: Sweet Home that week was a very long and sorrowful one.
• 53:39
  Speaker 1: To Treffy and to Christy. The old man seldom spoke
• 53:43
  Speaker 1: except to murmur the sad words of the hymn, or
• 53:45
  Speaker 1: to say to Christie in despairing voice, It's all up
• 53:48
  Speaker 1: with me, Christie boy, no harm for me. The barrel
• 53:53
  Speaker 1: organ was quite neglected by Treffy. Christy took it out
• 53:56
  Speaker 1: in the daytime, but at night it stood against the wall, untouched.
• 53:59
  Speaker 1: Trevy could bear to hear it. Now Christie had begun
• 54:02
  Speaker 1: to turn it one evening, but the first tune it
• 54:04
  Speaker 1: had laid with Home, Sweet Home, and Treffy had said, bitterly,
• 54:08
  Speaker 1: don't please that Christie boy. There's no home, sweet home
• 54:11
  Speaker 1: for me. I shall never have a home again, never again.
• 54:15
  Speaker 1: So Treffy had nothing to comfort him. Even his old
• 54:18
  Speaker 1: organ seemed to have taken part against him. Even his
• 54:21
  Speaker 1: dear old organ, which he had loved so much, had
• 54:24
  Speaker 1: helped to make him more miserable. The doctor had looked
• 54:27
  Speaker 1: into the att again, according to his promise, but he
• 54:29
  Speaker 1: said there was nothing to be done for Treffy. It
• 54:31
  Speaker 1: was only a question of time the medicine could save
• 54:34
  Speaker 1: his life. It was a very terrible thing for old
• 54:37
  Speaker 1: Treffy thus, to be slipping away each to day, the
• 54:40
  Speaker 1: chain of his life becoming looser and looser, and he
• 54:43
  Speaker 1: drawing nearer each day. Too. He knew not what Treffy
• 54:48
  Speaker 1: and Christie were counting anxiously the days to Sunday, when
• 54:51
  Speaker 1: they would hear about the second Versee of Hymn. Perhaps,
• 54:53
  Speaker 1: after all, there might be some hope, some way into
• 54:56
  Speaker 1: the bright city, some entrance into home, sweet home, through
• 54:59
  Speaker 1: which even old Truffe's sin stained soul might pass. And
• 55:03
  Speaker 1: a last Sunday came. It was a wet, rainy night,
• 55:06
  Speaker 1: and the wind was high and stormy, and the little
• 55:08
  Speaker 1: congregation the missionary was smaller than usual, but there was
• 55:11
  Speaker 1: an earnest purpose in the faces of many who came.
• 55:14
  Speaker 1: And the clergyman, as he looked round at the little
• 55:16
  Speaker 1: company when he gave out his text, felt that many
• 55:18
  Speaker 1: of them had not come from mere curiosity, but from
• 55:21
  Speaker 1: an honest desire to hear the word of God. And
• 55:24
  Speaker 1: he lifted up his heart in a very earnest manner,
• 55:26
  Speaker 1: that to many in the room the word which he
• 55:29
  Speaker 1: was about to speak might be a lasting blessing. The
• 55:32
  Speaker 1: missionary was very still when the minister gave out his text.
• 55:36
  Speaker 1: Little Christie's eyes were fixed intently on him, and he
• 55:39
  Speaker 1: listened eagerly for every word. The text was this, The
• 55:43
  Speaker 1: blood of Jesus Christ, his Son cleanses us from all sin.
• 55:47
  Speaker 1: The clergyman first reminded them of his last Sunday's sermon
• 55:51
  Speaker 1: of the bright, golden city where they all longed to be.
• 55:54
  Speaker 1: He reminded them of the first verse of the hymn,
• 55:57
  Speaker 1: ever is city bright closed? Are its gates to sin?
• 56:06
  Speaker 1: And then he asked, very deadly and tenderly, is there
• 56:09
  Speaker 1: any one in this room who has come here to
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  Speaker 1: night longing to know of some way in which he,
• 56:14
  Speaker 1: a sinner, can enter the city. Is there such a
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  Speaker 1: one here, aye, said little christiander his breath. There's me.
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  Speaker 1: I will try, by God's help to show you the way,
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  Speaker 1: said the clergyman. You and I have sinned. One's sin
• 56:28
  Speaker 1: is enough to shut us out of heaven. But we
• 56:30
  Speaker 1: have sinned not only once, but hundreds of thousands of times.
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  Speaker 1: Our souls are covered with sin stains. But there is
• 56:36
  Speaker 1: one thing, and only one, by which the soul can
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  Speaker 1: be made white and clear and pure. My text tells
• 56:42
  Speaker 1: us what it is, the blood of Jesus Christ. Then
• 56:46
  Speaker 1: the clergyman went on to explain how it is that
• 56:48
  Speaker 1: the blood of Jesus can wash out sin. He spoke
• 56:52
  Speaker 1: of the death of Jesus on Calvary, of the fountain
• 56:55
  Speaker 1: he opened there for sin and for uncleanness. He explainin
• 56:58
  Speaker 1: that Jesus was God's son, that therefore his blood, which
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  Speaker 1: he shed on the cross, is of infinite value. He
• 57:05
  Speaker 1: told him that since that day on Calvary, thousands had
• 57:08
  Speaker 1: come to the fountain, and each one had come out
• 57:10
  Speaker 1: of it whiter than snow, every spot of sin gone.
• 57:15
  Speaker 1: The clergyman then told him that when these washed ones
• 57:18
  Speaker 1: reached the gates of pearl, they were turned wide open
• 57:21
  Speaker 1: to them, for there was no sin mark on their souls.
• 57:24
  Speaker 1: They were free from sin. And then they looked very earnestly, indeed,
• 57:27
  Speaker 1: and leaning forward, he pleaded with his little congregation to
• 57:31
  Speaker 1: come to the blood that they had been washed and cleansed.
• 57:34
  Speaker 1: He begged them to use a second verse at the hymn,
• 57:36
  Speaker 1: and to save, from the bottom of their hearts, save
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  Speaker 1: your come to thee O Lamb of God.
• 57:46
  Speaker 3: I pray, cleanse me and save me, cleanse.
• 57:51
  Speaker 1: Me, and save me, wash all my sin so away.
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  Speaker 1: There is one little word my text, said the minister,
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  Speaker 1: which is a great comfort to me. I mean the
• 58:03
  Speaker 1: word all all sin that takes in, every bad word,
• 58:07
  Speaker 1: every bad thought, every bad action that takes in the
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  Speaker 1: blackest blot, the darkest stained, the deepest spot, all sin,
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  Speaker 1: each sin, every sin, No sin too bad for the
• 58:16
  Speaker 1: blood to reach, no sin too great for the blood
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  Speaker 1: to cover. And now, said the Minister, every soul in
• 58:22
  Speaker 1: this room is either saved or unsaved, either washed or
• 58:25
  Speaker 1: not washed. Let me ask you, my dear friends, a
• 58:28
  Speaker 1: very solemn question. Is the sin or the blood on
• 58:31
  Speaker 1: your soul, one of the other must be there. Which
• 58:34
  Speaker 1: is it. The clergyman paused a moment when he had
• 58:37
  Speaker 1: asked his question, and the room was so still that
• 58:40
  Speaker 1: a falling pin might have been heard. There were deep
• 58:43
  Speaker 1: searchings of heart in that little company, and Christie was saying,
• 58:46
  Speaker 1: deep down in his part, cleanse me and save me,
• 58:50
  Speaker 1: cleanse me and save me, wash all my sin so way.
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  Speaker 1: The minister finished his sermon by entreating them all that
• 59:01
  Speaker 1: very night to come to the fountain. Oh how earnestly
• 59:04
  Speaker 1: he pleaded with them to the lane no longer, but
• 59:06
  Speaker 1: to say, at once, Savior, I come to thee. He
• 59:10
  Speaker 1: begged them to go home and in their own rooms
• 59:12
  Speaker 1: to kneel down, feeling that Jesus was standing close beside them.
• 59:17
  Speaker 1: That is coming to Jesus, the minister said. He told
• 59:20
  Speaker 1: them to tell you this all, to turn all the
• 59:22
  Speaker 1: sin over to him, to ask him to cover it
• 59:25
  Speaker 1: all with his blood, so that that very night they
• 59:28
  Speaker 1: might lie down to sleep whiter than snow. Will you
• 59:32
  Speaker 1: do this, asked the clergyman anxiously, will you? And little
• 59:36
  Speaker 1: Christie said in his heart, yes, that I will. As
• 59:40
  Speaker 1: the congregation left, the clergyman stood at the door, and
• 59:43
  Speaker 1: gave a friendly word to each as they passed by.
• 59:46
  Speaker 1: He looked very tired and anxious after his sermon. It
• 59:49
  Speaker 1: had been preached with much prayer and with much feeling,
• 59:51
  Speaker 1: and he was longing, oh so earnestly to know that
• 59:53
  Speaker 1: it had been blessed to one soul. There were some
• 59:57
  Speaker 1: amongst the little congregation who passed by him serious, thoughtful places,
• 1:00:01
  Speaker 1: and as each one went by, he breathed an earnest
• 1:00:04
  Speaker 1: prayer that the seed in that soul might spring up
• 1:00:06
  Speaker 1: and bring forth fruit. But the rathers again, who had
• 1:00:09
  Speaker 1: already begun to talk to their neighbors, and who seemed
• 1:00:12
  Speaker 1: to have forgotten all they had heard, and these filled
• 1:00:15
  Speaker 1: the young minister's heart with sorrow. Is the seed lost,
• 1:00:18
  Speaker 1: Dear Lord, he said faithlessly, for he was very tired
• 1:00:21
  Speaker 1: and weary. And when the body is weak, our faith
• 1:00:24
  Speaker 1: is apt to grow weak also. But there was something
• 1:00:27
  Speaker 1: in Christie's face as he passed out of the room
• 1:00:30
  Speaker 1: which made the clergyman call him back and speak to him.
• 1:00:33
  Speaker 1: He had noticed the boy's attention during the sermon, and
• 1:00:36
  Speaker 1: he longed to hear whether he had understood what he
• 1:00:38
  Speaker 1: had heard. My boy, said the minster kindly, laying his
• 1:00:42
  Speaker 1: hand on Christie's shoulder, Can you tell me what my
• 1:00:44
  Speaker 1: text was to night? Christie repeated it very correctly, and
• 1:00:48
  Speaker 1: the clergyman seemed please. He asked Christie several more questions
• 1:00:51
  Speaker 1: about the sermon, and then he encouraged the boy to
• 1:00:54
  Speaker 1: talk to him. Christie told them of old Treffy, who
• 1:00:57
  Speaker 1: had only another month to live, and who was long aged.
• 1:00:59
  Speaker 1: Know how he might go to home, sweet home. The
• 1:01:02
  Speaker 1: clergyman promised to come and see him and write done
• 1:01:04
  Speaker 1: the name of the court and the number of the
• 1:01:06
  Speaker 1: house in his little brown pocket book. And before Christie
• 1:01:10
  Speaker 1: went home, the clergyman knelt down with him in the
• 1:01:12
  Speaker 1: empty mission room and prayed that that very night the
• 1:01:15
  Speaker 1: Dear Lord would wash Christie's soul in his most precious blood.
• 1:01:19
  Speaker 1: Christie walked away very thoughtfully, but still very gladly, for
• 1:01:23
  Speaker 1: he had good news for old Treffy to night. He
• 1:01:25
  Speaker 1: quickened his steps as he drew near the court, and
• 1:01:27
  Speaker 1: he ran up the stairs to the attic, eager to
• 1:01:29
  Speaker 1: tell all to the poor old man. Oh, Master Traffy,
• 1:01:32
  Speaker 1: said Christie, I've had such a time. It was beautiful,
• 1:01:35
  Speaker 1: Master Treffy, and the Clergyman's been talking to me, and
• 1:01:38
  Speaker 1: he's coming to see you. He's coming here, said Christy triumphantly.
• 1:01:42
  Speaker 1: But Treffy was longing for better news than this. What
• 1:01:45
  Speaker 1: about home, sweet home, Christie, he asked. There is a way,
• 1:01:48
  Speaker 1: Master Treffy said, Christy, you and me can't get in
• 1:01:51
  Speaker 1: with our sins, but the blood of Jesus, Christ, God's
• 1:01:54
  Speaker 1: son cleansed his last from all sin. That's in the Bible,
• 1:01:58
  Speaker 1: Master Treffy, and it was the clergyman text. Tell me
• 1:02:02
  Speaker 1: all about it, Christie, Treffy said, in a tremulous voice.
• 1:02:05
  Speaker 1: There's nothing but the blood of Jesus can wash away
• 1:02:07
  Speaker 1: the sin, Master Treffy said, Christie, and you and me
• 1:02:10
  Speaker 1: have just got to go and ask him, and he'll
• 1:02:12
  Speaker 1: do it for us tonight. The clergyman said, So I
• 1:02:16
  Speaker 1: mentioned other verse of the hymn, Master Treffy, said Christy,
• 1:02:19
  Speaker 1: kneeling down beside him and repeating it reverently. Savior, I
• 1:02:23
  Speaker 1: come to thee O Lamb of God. I pray cleanse
• 1:02:26
  Speaker 1: me and save me, cleanse me and save me, wash
• 1:02:30
  Speaker 1: all my sins away. Treffy repeated the words after him,
• 1:02:34
  Speaker 1: in a trembling voice. I wish you'd wash me, Christie, boy,
• 1:02:38
  Speaker 1: he said, so he will, Master Treffy, said Christie. He
• 1:02:41
  Speaker 1: never sends anybody away. Aye. But I'm an old man, Christie,
• 1:02:45
  Speaker 1: and I've been a sinner all my life, and I've
• 1:02:47
  Speaker 1: done some such bad things. Christie. I never knew it
• 1:02:50
  Speaker 1: till this last week, but I know it now. It's
• 1:02:53
  Speaker 1: not likely he'll ever wash my sins. They're ever such
• 1:02:56
  Speaker 1: big ones. Christie. Oh but he will, said Christy. That's
• 1:03:02
  Speaker 1: just what the clergyman said. There's a word in the
• 1:03:04
  Speaker 1: text for you, Master Chuffy. The blood of Jesus, christ
• 1:03:07
  Speaker 1: his son cleanseth us from all sin, all sin, all sin.
• 1:03:12
  Speaker 1: Master Treffy, won't that do all sin? Murmured Treffy, all sin. Yes, Christy,
• 1:03:19
  Speaker 1: I think that will do. There's a pause after this.
• 1:03:23
  Speaker 1: Christy sat still looking into the fire. Then he said, suddenly,
• 1:03:29
  Speaker 1: Master Treffy, let's go right away now and ask him.
• 1:03:34
  Speaker 1: Ask who said all Treffy the clergyman, No, said Christy,
• 1:03:38
  Speaker 1: the Lord Jesus he's in the room. The minister said
• 1:03:41
  Speaker 1: he was. Let's ask him to wash you and me
• 1:03:45
  Speaker 1: just now, Master Treffy, Aye, said ol Cheffy, Let's ask him, Christy.
• 1:03:51
  Speaker 1: So the old man and the boy knelt down. With
• 1:03:53
  Speaker 1: a strong realization of the Lord's near presence. Little Christie prayed, Oh,
• 1:03:58
  Speaker 1: Lord Jesus, we come to thee me and Master Treffy.
• 1:04:02
  Speaker 1: We've got lots of sins to be washed. But the
• 1:04:04
  Speaker 1: minister said he wouldn't send us away. And the text
• 1:04:07
  Speaker 1: says all sin, I think it means us, Lord Jesus,
• 1:04:10
  Speaker 1: me and Master Taffy, please wash us white. We want
• 1:04:13
  Speaker 1: to go home, sweet home. Please wash us in the
• 1:04:15
  Speaker 1: blood tonight. Amen. Then Old Jeffy took up the words
• 1:04:20
  Speaker 1: in a trembling voice, added, Amen, Lord wash us, both
• 1:04:24
  Speaker 1: me and Christie wash us white, please do amen. And
• 1:04:30
  Speaker 1: then they got up from their knees, and Christie said,
• 1:04:33
  Speaker 1: we may go to bed now, Master Treffy, for I'm
• 1:04:35
  Speaker 1: sure he's done it for us. Thus the man at
• 1:04:38
  Speaker 1: the gate had received both the trembling old man and
• 1:04:41
  Speaker 1: the little child, and as they had entered in, they
• 1:04:44
  Speaker 1: had heard a gracious voice, very deep down in their hearts,
• 1:04:47
  Speaker 1: saying to each of them again and again, be of
• 1:04:50
  Speaker 1: good cheer. Thy sins are forgiven thee end of chapter
• 1:04:54
  Speaker 1: six recording by Esterbin Simon nineties. Chapter seven of Christie's
• 1:05:05
  Speaker 1: Old Organ by Missus O. F. Walton. This Lirivox recording
• 1:05:09
  Speaker 1: isn't the public domain recording by Esterbin Simonides, Chapter seven,
• 1:05:14
  Speaker 1: Little Mabel's Snowdrops. The next morning, Christie woke with a
• 1:05:19
  Speaker 1: happy heart, for he remembered his last night's prayer, and
• 1:05:22
  Speaker 1: in his simple faith, he had taken the Lord at
• 1:05:24
  Speaker 1: his word and had believed that the blood of Jesus
• 1:05:27
  Speaker 1: Christ had cleansed him from all sin. But Old Truffy's
• 1:05:31
  Speaker 1: doubts and fears came back again. He began to look within,
• 1:05:34
  Speaker 1: and the remembrance of his sin turned upon him. What if,
• 1:05:38
  Speaker 1: after all, there was sin on his soul? What if
• 1:05:41
  Speaker 1: the gates were still closed against him? Christie, my boy,
• 1:05:44
  Speaker 1: I don't feel it's all right with me yet, he said, anxiously.
• 1:05:48
  Speaker 1: Why not? Master Treffy asked Christy, Why I've been so bad? Christie?
• 1:05:54
  Speaker 1: It doesn't seem likely he'd do it for me so
• 1:05:56
  Speaker 1: soon as that there's such a deal of sin on
• 1:05:58
  Speaker 1: my soul. But you asked him to wash you, Master Treffy,
• 1:06:01
  Speaker 1: didn't you? I I asked him, Christie, said Treffy, in
• 1:06:05
  Speaker 1: a despairing tone, And he said he would if you
• 1:06:08
  Speaker 1: asked him. Master Treffy, didn't he a Christie, I believe
• 1:06:13
  Speaker 1: he did, said Treffy. Then, of course he has done it,
• 1:06:17
  Speaker 1: said Christie. I don't know, Christie, boy, I can't feel it,
• 1:06:21
  Speaker 1: said old Treffy pitifully. I don't seem to see it
• 1:06:24
  Speaker 1: as I ought. So. Whilst Christie was walking in the sunshine,
• 1:06:29
  Speaker 1: Old Treffy was still groping on in the shadow, sometimes hoping,
• 1:06:32
  Speaker 1: sometimes fearing, but never trusting. Christie paid another visit to
• 1:06:37
  Speaker 1: the suburban road that week. Little Mabel and her mother
• 1:06:40
  Speaker 1: were coming out of the house when Christie reached the gate.
• 1:06:44
  Speaker 1: The little girl ran eagerly forward when she caught sight
• 1:06:47
  Speaker 1: of the organ, and begged her mamma to stay whilst
• 1:06:49
  Speaker 1: she turned the handle just six times. The lady spoke
• 1:06:53
  Speaker 1: very kindly to Christie, and she asked him several questions,
• 1:06:56
  Speaker 1: and he told her about old Treffy, how ill he was,
• 1:06:58
  Speaker 1: and how he had not another month to live. The
• 1:07:02
  Speaker 1: tears were in the lady's eyes, and she asked Christie
• 1:07:04
  Speaker 1: where he lived, and wrote it down on a white tablet,
• 1:07:07
  Speaker 1: which she carried in her pocket. Mamma said, little Mabel,
• 1:07:11
  Speaker 1: I want to whisper something to you. The lady bent
• 1:07:14
  Speaker 1: down her head to listen, and then said kindly, yes,
• 1:07:17
  Speaker 1: if you like. Mabel darted into the house and returned
• 1:07:21
  Speaker 1: with a large bunch of single white snowdrops, pretterly arranged
• 1:07:24
  Speaker 1: with sprigs of dark myrtle leaves, very white and pure
• 1:07:27
  Speaker 1: and lovely. They looked here, organ boy, said Mabel, as
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  Speaker 1: she put them into his hands. These are my own,
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  Speaker 1: dear snowdrops. Aunt Helen gave me them, and you must
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  Speaker 1: take them to Master Treffy. He'll like them, won't he?
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  Speaker 1: She said, Aye, that he will, Missy, said Christie warmly.
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  Speaker 1: Mabel said her mother, you must teach Christie the little
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  Speaker 1: prayer I told you always to say when you look
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  Speaker 1: to the snowdrops. Yes, said Mabel. I will this is it, Christie,
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  Speaker 1: wash me and I shall be whiter than snow. Christie
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  Speaker 1: looked up brightly. Will you say that prayer? Christie asked
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  Speaker 1: lady kindly. Yes, ma'am, said Christy. It's just like what
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  Speaker 1: me and Master Treffy said last night. Cleanse me and
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  Speaker 1: save me, cleanse me and save me. Wash oh my sins.
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  Speaker 2: Ohay.
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  Speaker 1: The lady smiled when Christie said this, and seemed very pleased.
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  Speaker 1: I'm so glad you know the only way to be
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  Speaker 1: washed white, said the lady. These snowdrops always make me
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  Speaker 1: think of the souls washed white in the blood of Jesus.
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  Speaker 1: Then the lady and little Mabel passed on, and Christie
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  Speaker 1: looked down very tenderly on the flowers. How he would
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  Speaker 1: love them now. He turned his steps homewards at once,
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  Speaker 1: for he did not want the snowdrops to fade before
• 1:08:39
  Speaker 1: they reached Old Treffy. How fair and clean and pure
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  Speaker 1: they looked so different to the smoke and dirt of
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  Speaker 1: the noisy court. Christie was almost afraid lest the thick
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  Speaker 1: air might soil him as he carried them through it.
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  Speaker 1: Some of the children ran after him and begged for
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  Speaker 1: a flower, but he guarded his treasures very carefully till
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  Speaker 1: he reached the attic. And when Christie opened the door,
• 1:08:58
  Speaker 1: who should be there but the Heerjimen, sitting beside Old
• 1:09:01
  Speaker 1: Treffy and talking to him very earnestly. He stopped to
• 1:09:04
  Speaker 1: give Christy a kind word, and then he went on
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  Speaker 1: with what he was saying. He was telling Treffy about
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  Speaker 1: the death of Jesus, and how it is the blood
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  Speaker 1: of Jesus can wash away all sin I can't see
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  Speaker 1: that it's all right with me, said Taffy in a
• 1:09:17
  Speaker 1: trembling voice. It seems dark and dim to me. Yet
• 1:09:20
  Speaker 1: I don't feel that I've got it. I can't feel happy,
• 1:09:25
  Speaker 1: Truffy said the clergyman suddenly. Do you think I would
• 1:09:27
  Speaker 1: tell you a lie? No, sir, said Ole Treffy. I'm
• 1:09:30
  Speaker 1: sure you wouldn't. I could see it in your face, sir.
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  Speaker 1: If nowhere else, no, sir, I dressed you anywhere, No,
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  Speaker 1: Treffy said the clergyman, taking a half crown from his pocket.
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  Speaker 1: I've brought this for you. You cannot work now, and you
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  Speaker 1: need many things you cannot get. I will give you
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  Speaker 1: this money to buy them with. Thank you, sir, said
• 1:09:49
  Speaker 1: Old Treffy, the tears running down his cheeks. I can
• 1:09:51
  Speaker 1: never thank you enough. We are very badly off. Just now,
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  Speaker 1: Christie and me, stop, Truffy, said the clergyman. It isn't
• 1:09:58
  Speaker 1: yours yet, you must take it. Treffy put out his
• 1:10:00
  Speaker 1: trembling old hand and took the half crown with another
• 1:10:03
  Speaker 1: murmur of thanks. Do you feel that you've got at Treffy,
• 1:10:07
  Speaker 1: said the clergyman. Yes, sir, it's here, said Old Treffy.
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  Speaker 1: Are you sure you've got it, Treffy, said the clergyman. Again, yes, Sir,
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  Speaker 1: said Treffy in a bewildered voice, I know I have.
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  Speaker 1: I don't know what you mean, Sir. I'll tell you
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  Speaker 1: what I mean, said the clergyman. The dear Lord Jesus
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  Speaker 1: has come into this room just as I have, Treffy.
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  Speaker 1: He has brought a gift for you, just as I did.
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  Speaker 1: His gift has cost him far more than mine cost me.
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  Speaker 1: It has cost him his life. He has come close
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  Speaker 1: to you as I came, and he says to you,
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  Speaker 1: as I said, old Treffy, can you trust me? Do
• 1:10:39
  Speaker 1: you think I would tell you a lie? And then
• 1:10:41
  Speaker 1: he holds out his gift as I said, Treffy, and
• 1:10:43
  Speaker 1: he says, take it. It is for you now, Treffy,
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  Speaker 1: What have you to do with this gift? Just exactly
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  Speaker 1: what you did with mine. You have not to work
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  Speaker 1: for it or wait for it. You have just to
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  Speaker 1: put out your hand and take it. Do you know
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  Speaker 1: what the gift is? Traffy did not answer, so the
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  Speaker 1: clergyman went on, It is the forgiveness of your sin, Treffy.
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  Speaker 1: It is the queen heart for which you are longing.
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  Speaker 1: It is the right to enter into home, sweet home,
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  Speaker 1: for which you have been praying. Treffy, will you take
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  Speaker 1: the gift? I want to take it, said Treffy, But
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  Speaker 1: I don't know how did you stop to think? How
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  Speaker 1: you were to take my gift, Treffy, No, said the
• 1:11:19
  Speaker 1: old man. I just took it, yes, said the clergyman, exactly,
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  Speaker 1: and that is what you must do with the Lord's gift.
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  Speaker 1: You must just take it. Would have pleased me, Treffy,
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  Speaker 1: said the clergyman, if you had pulled back your hand
• 1:11:32
  Speaker 1: and said, oh, no, sir, I don't deserve it. I
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  Speaker 1: don't believe you, but ever give it to me. I
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  Speaker 1: can't take it yet, No, said Treffy. I don't suppose
• 1:11:39
  Speaker 1: it would yet. This is just what you are doing
• 1:11:43
  Speaker 1: to the Lord Jesus, Treffy. He is holding out his
• 1:11:45
  Speaker 1: gift to you, and he wants you to take it
• 1:11:47
  Speaker 1: at once. Get you hold back and say no, Lord,
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  Speaker 1: I can't believe what you say. I can't trust thy word.
• 1:11:52
  Speaker 1: I can't believe the gift is for me. I can't
• 1:11:54
  Speaker 1: take it yet, Traffy, said the clergyman earnestly. If you
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  Speaker 1: can trust me, oh, why can't you trust the Lord Jesus.
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  Speaker 1: The tears were running down the old man's face and
• 1:12:04
  Speaker 1: he could not speak. I'm going to ask you another question, Treffy,
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  Speaker 1: said the clergyman. Will you trust the Lord Jesus? Now, yes,
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  Speaker 1: said Treffy through his tears. I don't think I can
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  Speaker 1: help trusting him. Now. Now, Treffy remembered, Jesus is in
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  Speaker 1: this attic close to you, close to me, very very near, Treffy.
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  Speaker 1: When we speak to him, he will hear every word
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  Speaker 1: we say. He will listen to every sigh, he will
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  Speaker 1: read every wish. But before you speak to him, Treffy,
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  Speaker 1: listen to what he says to you, said the clergyman,
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  Speaker 1: taking his bible from his pocket. These are his own words.
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  Speaker 1: Come now and let us reason together. Saith the Lord.
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  Speaker 1: Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as
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  Speaker 1: white as snow. Though they be red like crimson, they
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  Speaker 1: shall be as wool. For the blood of Jesus Christ,
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  Speaker 1: his son cleanseth us from all sin. Treffy, will you
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  Speaker 1: trust the Lord Jesus. Do you think he would tell
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  Speaker 1: you a lie? No, said old Treffy. I'm sure he wouldn't.
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  Speaker 1: Very well, Treffy, Then we will tell him so the
• 1:13:02
  Speaker 1: clergyman knelt down by Treffy's side, and Christy knelt down too.
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  Speaker 1: An Old Troffy clasped his trembling hands whilst the clergyman prayed.
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  Speaker 1: It was a very simple prayer. It was just taking
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  Speaker 1: the Lord out his word. Old Troffy repeated the words
• 1:13:15
  Speaker 1: after the clergyman with the deepest earnestness, And when he
• 1:13:18
  Speaker 1: had finished, the old man still clasped his kneys and said,
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  Speaker 1: Lord Jesus, I do trust thee, I do take the gift.
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  Speaker 1: I do believe thy word. Then the clergyman rose from
• 1:13:27
  Speaker 1: his niece and said, Trofy, when you had taken my gift,
• 1:13:30
  Speaker 1: what did you do next? I thanked you for it, sir,
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  Speaker 1: said Treffy. Yes, said the clergyman. And would you not
• 1:13:37
  Speaker 1: like to thank the Lord Jesus for his gift of forgiveness? Oh?
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  Speaker 1: Said Old Treffy, with tears in his eyes. I should, indeed, sir.
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  Speaker 1: So they all knelt down again, and in a few
• 1:13:47
  Speaker 1: words the clergyman thanked the dear Lord for his great
• 1:13:49
  Speaker 1: love and goodness to Old Treffy and giving him pardon
• 1:13:52
  Speaker 1: for his sin. And again Old Troffy took up the
• 1:13:55
  Speaker 1: words and added, thank you Lord Jesus very much for
• 1:13:58
  Speaker 1: the gift cost THEE thy life. Oh I do thank
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  Speaker 1: THEE with all my heart. Now, Treffy said the clergyman,
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  Speaker 1: as he was to go. If Satan comes to you
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  Speaker 1: tomorrow and says old Trevie, do you feel you about forgiveness? Perhaps,
• 1:14:11
  Speaker 1: after all it's a mistake. What shall you say to him?
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  Speaker 1: I think I shall tell him my texts, said Treffy.
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  Speaker 1: The blood of Jesus Christ, his son cleanseth us from
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  Speaker 1: all sin. That will do, Treffy said the clergyman. You
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  Speaker 1: can't answer that, And remember, the Lord wishes you to
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  Speaker 1: know you are forgiven, not to feel you are forgiven.
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  Speaker 1: There is the difference between feeling and knowing. You knew
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  Speaker 1: you had taken my gift, and you did not know
• 1:14:37
  Speaker 1: what I meant when I asked you if you felt
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  Speaker 1: it I had given it to you. It is the
• 1:14:41
  Speaker 1: same with the Lord's gift, Treffy. Your feelings have nothing
• 1:14:44
  Speaker 1: to do with your safety, but your faith has a
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  Speaker 1: great deal to do with it. Have you taken the
• 1:14:48
  Speaker 1: Lord at his word? Have you trusted him? That is
• 1:14:51
  Speaker 1: the question, Yes, sir, said Treffy. I have, then you
• 1:14:56
  Speaker 1: know you are forgiven, said the clergyman of his smile. Yes, Sir,
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  Speaker 1: said Treffy brightly, I can dressed him now. Then Christie
• 1:15:04
  Speaker 1: walked up to Treffy and put the bunch of white
• 1:15:06
  Speaker 1: snowdrops in his hand. Miss Mabel gave me them, she said,
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  Speaker 1: And she said I was to say a little prayer
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  Speaker 1: whenever I looked at them, wash me and I shall
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  Speaker 1: be whiter than snow. Whiter than snow, repeated the clergyman,
• 1:15:19
  Speaker 1: whiter than snow. Treffy, that is a sweet word, is
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  Speaker 1: it not, Yes, said Ole Treffy earnestly, as he looked
• 1:15:26
  Speaker 1: at the flowers, whiter than snow, washed white in the
• 1:15:29
  Speaker 1: blood of Jesus. Then the clergyman took his leave, but
• 1:15:33
  Speaker 1: as he was crossing the court, he heard Christie running
• 1:15:35
  Speaker 1: after him. He had a few of the lovely snowdrops
• 1:15:37
  Speaker 1: and a sprig of the dark myrtle in his hand. Please, sir,
• 1:15:40
  Speaker 1: said Christy, would you like a few of them? Thank you,
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  Speaker 1: my boy, said the clergyman, I should. Indeed, he carried
• 1:15:47
  Speaker 1: the snowdrops carefully home, and they taught him a lesson
• 1:15:50
  Speaker 1: of faith. The seed he had sewn in the mission
• 1:15:52
  Speaker 1: room had not been lost already, two poor sin stained
• 1:15:56
  Speaker 1: souls had come to the fountain and had been washed
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  Speaker 1: whiter than snow. The old man and the little boy
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  Speaker 1: had taken the Lord at his word and had found
• 1:16:04
  Speaker 1: the only way into the bright city and to home,
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  Speaker 1: sweet home. God had been very good to him in
• 1:16:10
  Speaker 1: letting him know this. Surely he would trust in the future.
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  Speaker 1: End of chapter seven. Chapter eight of Christie's Old Organ
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  Speaker 1: by missus O. F.
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  Speaker 2: Walton.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by
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  Speaker 1: Esteban Salmonides. Chapter eight made Meat for Home. How different
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  Speaker 1: everything seemed to Treffy after his doubts and fears had
• 1:16:41
  Speaker 1: been removed. The very attic seemed full of sunshine, and
• 1:16:45
  Speaker 1: Old Truffy's heart was full of brightness. He was forgiven,
• 1:16:49
  Speaker 1: and he knew it. And as a forgiven child he
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  Speaker 1: could look up into his father's face with a smile.
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  Speaker 1: A great load was taken off little Christie's heart. His
• 1:16:58
  Speaker 1: old master is so happy and can tented now, never
• 1:17:01
  Speaker 1: impatient at his long absence when he was out with
• 1:17:03
  Speaker 1: the Organ, or fretful and anxious about their daily support.
• 1:17:07
  Speaker 1: Old Treffy had laid upon Jesus his load of sin,
• 1:17:10
  Speaker 1: and it was not hard to lay upon him also
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  Speaker 1: his load of care. The Lord, who had borne the
• 1:17:14
  Speaker 1: greater burden would surely bear the less. Troffy could not
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  Speaker 1: have put this feeling of trust into words, but he
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  Speaker 1: acted upon it. There were no murmurings from Old Treffy now,
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  Speaker 1: nor forebodings. He had always a bright smile and a
• 1:17:29
  Speaker 1: cheerful word for Christie. When the boy returned tired at night,
• 1:17:32
  Speaker 1: and whilest Christie was out, he would lie ray still
• 1:17:34
  Speaker 1: and peaceful, talking softly to himself, or thanking the dear
• 1:17:37
  Speaker 1: Lord for his great gift to him. And Old Treffy's
• 1:17:41
  Speaker 1: trust was not disappointed. None that trust in him shall
• 1:17:44
  Speaker 1: be desolate. The clergyman's gift was not the only one
• 1:17:47
  Speaker 1: they received that week. Christie had come home in the
• 1:17:50
  Speaker 1: middle of the day to see who his old master was,
• 1:17:53
  Speaker 1: and was just preparing to start again on his rounds
• 1:17:55
  Speaker 1: when they heard a gentle rustling of silk on the stairs,
• 1:17:58
  Speaker 1: and alone knock at the door. Christie opened it quickly
• 1:18:01
  Speaker 1: and inlocked Little Mabel and Little Mabel's Mamma. They had
• 1:18:04
  Speaker 1: brought with the many little comforts frilled truffy, which Mabel
• 1:18:07
  Speaker 1: had great pleasure in opening out. But they brought with
• 1:18:10
  Speaker 1: them also something money could not buy, sweet gentle words
• 1:18:13
  Speaker 1: and bright smiles which cheerilled owder Truffy's heart. The lady
• 1:18:17
  Speaker 1: sat down beside Truffy, and they talked together of Jesus.
• 1:18:20
  Speaker 1: The old man loved to talk of Jesus now, for
• 1:18:22
  Speaker 1: he was able to say he loved me and gave
• 1:18:25
  Speaker 1: himself for me. And the lady took a little blue
• 1:18:28
  Speaker 1: testament from her pocket and read a chapter to Treffy.
• 1:18:31
  Speaker 1: She had a sweet, clear voice, and she rise so
• 1:18:33
  Speaker 1: distinctly that he could understand every word. Little Mabel sat
• 1:18:37
  Speaker 1: quite still whilst her mamma was reading. Then she got
• 1:18:39
  Speaker 1: up and ran across the attic. Here are my snowdrops,
• 1:18:43
  Speaker 1: she said, with a cry of joy, as she caught
• 1:18:45
  Speaker 1: sight of them in the window sill. Do you like
• 1:18:48
  Speaker 1: the Master Truffy, Aye, little missy, said the old man.
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  Speaker 1: I do, indeed, And me and Christie always think of
• 1:18:54
  Speaker 1: the little prayer when we look at them. Wash me
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  Speaker 1: and I shall be whiter than snow. He Mabel reverently.
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  Speaker 1: Has he washed you, Master Treffy? Yes, Missy, said Trevy,
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  Speaker 1: I believe he has. I'm so glad said little Mabel.
• 1:19:09
  Speaker 1: Then you will go to home, sweet home, won't he? Mamma, yes,
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  Speaker 1: said her mother. Treffy and Christie found the only road
• 1:19:15
  Speaker 1: which leads home, and oh, she said, the color coming
• 1:19:18
  Speaker 1: into her sweet face. What a happy day it will
• 1:19:20
  Speaker 1: be when we all meet at home. Wouldn't you like
• 1:19:23
  Speaker 1: to see Jesus, Treffy asked the lady. Aye, said old Treffy.
• 1:19:27
  Speaker 1: It would be a good sight to see his blessed face.
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  Speaker 1: I can almost sing for joy when I think of it,
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  Speaker 1: and I haven't so very long to wait. No, said
• 1:19:36
  Speaker 1: the lady, with a wistful expression in her eyes. I
• 1:19:38
  Speaker 1: could almost change places with you, Treffy. I could almost
• 1:19:41
  Speaker 1: wish I were as near to home, sweet home. But
• 1:19:44
  Speaker 1: that would be selfish, she said rightly, as he rose
• 1:19:46
  Speaker 1: to go. But little Mabel had discovered the old organ
• 1:19:50
  Speaker 1: and was in no haste to depart. She must turn
• 1:19:52
  Speaker 1: it just a little bit. In former days, old Trevee
• 1:19:56
  Speaker 1: would have been seriously agitated and distressed at the idea
• 1:19:59
  Speaker 1: of the the handle of his dear old organ being
• 1:20:02
  Speaker 1: turned by a little girl of six years old. Even now,
• 1:20:05
  Speaker 1: he felt a small amount of anxiety when she proposed it.
• 1:20:10
  Speaker 1: But his fears vanish when he saw the careful, deliberate
• 1:20:13
  Speaker 1: way in which Mabel went to work. The old organ
• 1:20:16
  Speaker 1: was perfectly safe in her hands, and to Mabel's joy,
• 1:20:19
  Speaker 1: the first tune was Home, Sweet, Home, very sweetly it
• 1:20:23
  Speaker 1: sounded in Old Treffy's ears. He was thinking of no
• 1:20:25
  Speaker 1: earthly home, but of the city bright, where he hoped
• 1:20:28
  Speaker 1: soon to be, and the lady was thinking of it too.
• 1:20:32
  Speaker 1: When the tune was finished, they took their leave, and
• 1:20:34
  Speaker 1: Christie looked out of the window and watched them crossing
• 1:20:36
  Speaker 1: the dirty court and entering the carriage which was waiting
• 1:20:39
  Speaker 1: for them in the street. It had been a very
• 1:20:43
  Speaker 1: bright week for Christie and for Old Treffy. And then
• 1:20:46
  Speaker 1: Sunday came and another service in the little mission room.
• 1:20:49
  Speaker 1: Christie was there in good time, and the clergyman gave
• 1:20:51
  Speaker 1: him a pleasant smile as he came into the room.
• 1:20:54
  Speaker 1: It was the third verse of the hymn on which
• 1:20:56
  Speaker 1: the clergon was to preach the night. They sang the
• 1:20:58
  Speaker 1: whole hymn through before the sermon, and then they sang
• 1:21:01
  Speaker 1: the third verse again that all of them might remember
• 1:21:03
  Speaker 1: it while he was preaching. Lord, make me.
• 1:21:07
  Speaker 3: From this are thy loveing child.
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  Speaker 1: To be.
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  Speaker 3: Kept by Thy power, kept by Thy power from all
• 1:21:21
  Speaker 3: that grieveyhathy.
• 1:21:24
  Speaker 1: And the clergyman's text was in Colossians one twelve. Meet
• 1:21:28
  Speaker 1: to be partakers of the inheritance. He repeated it very slowly,
• 1:21:33
  Speaker 1: and Christie whispered softly to himself that he might be
• 1:21:36
  Speaker 1: able to teat it to old Treffy. Meet to be
• 1:21:40
  Speaker 1: partakers of the inheritance? What is the inheritance, asked the clergyman,
• 1:21:44
  Speaker 1: My dear friends, Our inheritance is the city bright of
• 1:21:46
  Speaker 1: which we have been speaking so much, Home, sweet home,
• 1:21:50
  Speaker 1: our father's home. We are not there yet, But for
• 1:21:52
  Speaker 1: all Christ's washed ones there is a bride home above.
• 1:21:55
  Speaker 1: Jesus is preparing it for us. It is our inheritance. Oh,
• 1:21:58
  Speaker 1: said the clergyman, very earnestly. I wonder how many in
• 1:22:01
  Speaker 1: this room have a home up there. You may have
• 1:22:03
  Speaker 1: a wretched, uncomfortable home on earth? Is it your only home?
• 1:22:06
  Speaker 1: Is there no home for you in the bright city,
• 1:22:08
  Speaker 1: no home in heaven? You might all have a home
• 1:22:10
  Speaker 1: up there, said the clergyman, if you would only come
• 1:22:12
  Speaker 1: to the fountain, if you would only save from the
• 1:22:14
  Speaker 1: bottom of your heart, Lord wash me and I shall
• 1:22:18
  Speaker 1: be whiter than snow. And Christie smiled when the clergyman
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  Speaker 1: said his little prayer, for he thought of the snowdrops,
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  Speaker 1: and the clergyman thought of him too. Then mister Wilton
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  Speaker 1: went on to say that he wished to night to
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  Speaker 1: speak to those who had come to Jesus, who had
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  Speaker 1: taken their sin to him, and who had been washed
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  Speaker 1: in his blood. That's me and old Treffy, said Cristicha himself.
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  Speaker 1: My dear friends, said the clergyman. All of you have
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  Speaker 1: an inheritance. You are the sons of a king. There
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  Speaker 1: is a place in the kingdom waiting for you. Jesus
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  Speaker 1: is getting that place ready for you, and I want
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  Speaker 1: to show you to night that you must be made
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  Speaker 1: ready for it, meet or fit for the inheritance. One
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  Speaker 1: day the Prince of Wales will be the King of England.
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  Speaker 1: This kingdom is his inheritance. As soon as he was
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  Speaker 1: born he had a right to it. But he has
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  Speaker 1: been educated and trained with great care that he may
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  Speaker 1: be fit to enjoy it and able to use it.
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  Speaker 1: If he had had no education, if he had been
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  Speaker 1: brought up in one of these dismal black courts, though
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  Speaker 1: we might have a perfect right to be king, he
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  Speaker 1: still would not be able to enjoy it. He would
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  Speaker 1: feel strange, uncomfortable, out of place. Just so, said the clergyman.
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  Speaker 1: It is it with our inheritance. As soon as we
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  Speaker 1: are born again, we have a right to it. We
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  Speaker 1: become sons and daughters of the King of kings. But
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  Speaker 1: we need to be prepared and made meet for the inheritance.
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  Speaker 1: We must be made holy within. We must be trained
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  Speaker 1: and taught to hate sin and to love all that
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  Speaker 1: is pure and holy. And this is the work of
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  Speaker 1: God's Holy Spirit. Oh, my friends, will you not ask
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  Speaker 1: for the gift of the Holy Spirit to renew your heart.
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  Speaker 1: It will not be all done in a day. You
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  Speaker 1: came to Jesus to be washed from the stain of sin.
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  Speaker 1: He did that at once. He gave you at once
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  Speaker 1: the right to the inheritance. But you will not be
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  Speaker 1: made holy at once. Little by little, hour by hour,
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  Speaker 1: day by day, the Holy Spirit will make you more
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  Speaker 1: and more ready for the inher urs. You will become
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  Speaker 1: more and more like Jesus. You will hate sin more,
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  Speaker 1: you will love Jesus more. You will become more holy.
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  Speaker 1: But oh, let no one think, said the clergyman that
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  Speaker 1: being good will ever give you a right to the inheritance.
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  Speaker 1: If I were to be ever so well educated, if
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  Speaker 1: I were to be taught a hundred times better than
• 1:24:18
  Speaker 1: the Prince of Wales has been, it would never give
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  Speaker 1: me a right to be the king of England. No,
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  Speaker 1: my friends, the only way to home, sweet home, The
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  Speaker 1: only way to obtain a right to the inheritance is
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  Speaker 1: by the blood of Jesus. There is no other way,
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  Speaker 1: no other right. But after the dear Lord has given
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  Speaker 1: us to the right to the kingdom, he always prepares
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  Speaker 1: us for it. A forgiven soul will always lead a
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  Speaker 1: holy life. A soul that has been washed by will
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  Speaker 1: always long to keep clear of sin? Is it not
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  Speaker 1: so with you? Just think of what Jesus has done
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  Speaker 1: for you. He has washed you in his blood. He
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  Speaker 1: has taken your sins away at the cost of his life.
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  Speaker 1: Will you do the very things that grieve him? Will
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  Speaker 1: you be so ungrateful as to do that? Will you? Oh?
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  Speaker 1: Surely not, Surely, you will say in the words of
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  Speaker 1: the third verse, for him, Lord, make me from this hour,
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  Speaker 1: thy loving child, to be kept by thy power, kept
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  Speaker 1: by Thy power, from all that grieveth thee and surely
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  Speaker 1: you will ask him very very earnestly to give you
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  Speaker 1: that holy spirit, who alone can make holy. And when
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  Speaker 1: the work is done, said the clergyman, when you are
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  Speaker 1: made meet, made fit for the inheritance, the Lord will
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  Speaker 1: take you there. He will not keep you waiting. Some
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  Speaker 1: are made ready very quickly. Others have to wait long,
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  Speaker 1: weary years of discipline. But all the King's sons shall
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  Speaker 1: be ready at last, all shall be taken home and
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  Speaker 1: shall enter upon the inheritance.
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  Speaker 3: Will you be there?
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  Speaker 1: And with that question the clergyman ended his sermon, and
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  Speaker 1: little congregation broke up very quietly and went home with
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  Speaker 1: thoughtful faces. Christie lingered near the door till the clergyman
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  Speaker 1: came out. He asked very kindly of old Treffy, and then
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  Speaker 1: he put a few questions to Christie about the sermon,
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  Speaker 1: For he had been afraid whilst he had been preaching
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  Speaker 1: that he had not made it so clear that a
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  Speaker 1: child might understand. But he was cheered to find that
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  Speaker 1: the leading truth of the sermon was impressed on little
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  Speaker 1: Christie's mind, and that he would be able to carery
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  Speaker 1: to Old Treffy something at least of what he had heard.
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  Speaker 1: For Christie was taught of God and into hearts prepared
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  Speaker 1: by the Holy Spirit. The seed is sure to sink.
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  Speaker 1: The Lord has prepared them for the word, and prepared
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  Speaker 1: the word for them. And the sower has only to
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  Speaker 1: put its heat into his basket and scatter this seed
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  Speaker 1: prayerfully over the softened soil. It will sink in, spring up,
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  Speaker 1: and bring forth fruit. The clergyman felt the truth of
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  Speaker 1: this as he walked home, and he remembered where it
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  Speaker 1: was written that preparation of the heart is.
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  Speaker 3: From the Lord.
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  Speaker 1: That is a word for me, as well as from
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  Speaker 1: my hearers. He said to himself, Lord, ever, let their
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  Speaker 1: preparation go before my preaching. End of chapter eight, Chapter
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  Speaker 1: nine of Christie's Old Organ by Missus O. F. Walton.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by
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  Speaker 1: Estmen Simonides. Chapter nine, Treffy enters the city, Christie Boy,
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  Speaker 1: said Treffy that night, when Christie had told him all
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  Speaker 1: he could remember of the sermon, and had repeated to
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  Speaker 1: him the third verse of the hymn Christie Boy, the
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  Speaker 1: Lord will have to get me ready very very fast. Indeed,
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  Speaker 1: oh maybe not, Master Treffy, said Christi uneasily. Maybe not
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  Speaker 1: so fast as you think. The month's nearly up, Christie, said,
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  Speaker 1: Old Treffy. And I think I'm getting very near the city,
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  Speaker 1: very near to home, sweet home. I can almost see
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  Speaker 1: the letters over the gate sometimes, Christie. But Christie could
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  Speaker 1: not answer. His face was buried in his hands, and
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  Speaker 1: his head sank lower and lower as he sat beside
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  Speaker 1: the fire, And at length, though he tried to keep
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  Speaker 1: it in, there came a great sob which reached Old
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  Speaker 1: Truffy's heart. He put his hands lovingly on Christie's head,
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  Speaker 1: and for some time neither of them spoke. But when
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  Speaker 1: the heart is very sore, sounds often does more to
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  Speaker 1: comfort than words can do. Only it must be sounds
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  Speaker 1: which comes from a full heart, not from an empty one.
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  Speaker 1: Treffy's old heart was very full of loving yearning pity
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  Speaker 1: for poor old Christy. Christie boy, he said, at length,
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  Speaker 1: you wouldn't keep me outside the gate, would you? No, No, Master, Treffy,
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  Speaker 1: said Christie. Not for the world. I wouldn't. But I
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  Speaker 1: do wish I was going in too. It seems to me,
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  Speaker 1: Christie boy, the Lord has got some work for thee
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  Speaker 1: to do for him. First, I'm a poor useless old man, Christie,
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  Speaker 1: very tottering and feeble. So he's gonna take me home.
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  Speaker 1: But you have all your life before you, Christie boy,
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  Speaker 1: haven't you, yes, said Christy with a sigh, for he
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  Speaker 1: was thinking what a long long time it would be
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  Speaker 1: before he was as old as Master Treffy, and before
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  Speaker 1: the golden gates would be open to him. Wouldn't you
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  Speaker 1: like to do something for him, Christie boy, said Treffy,
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  Speaker 1: just to show you love him. I'm Master Treffy, I should,
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  Speaker 1: said Christy in a whisper. Christie Boy, said Old Treffy,
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  Speaker 1: suddenly raising himself in his bed. I would give all
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  Speaker 1: I have, yes, all, Christie, even my old organ. And
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  Speaker 1: you know how I've loved her, Christie, but I'd give
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  Speaker 1: her up, her and everything else to have one year
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  Speaker 1: of my life back again, one year to show him
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  Speaker 1: that I love him. Just to think, he said, regretfully,
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  Speaker 1: that he gave his life for me, and it ever
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  Speaker 1: such a dreadful death for me, and I've only got
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  Speaker 1: a poor, little, miserable week left to show him that
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  Speaker 1: I love him. Oh Christie boy, oh Christie boy, it
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  Speaker 1: seems so ungrateful. I can't bear to think of it.
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  Speaker 1: It was Christie's turn out to be the comforter Master Treffy.
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  Speaker 1: He said, just you tell a Lord that, I'm sure
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  Speaker 1: he'll understand. Traffy clasped his hands at once and said earnestly,
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  Speaker 1: Lord Jesus, I do love THEE. I wish I could
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  Speaker 1: do something for THEE. But I've only another week to live,
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  Speaker 1: only another week, But oh, I do think THEE. I
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  Speaker 1: would give anything to have some of my life back again,
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  Speaker 1: to show my love to THEE. Please understand what I mean. Amen.
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  Speaker 1: Then Old Treffy turned over and fell asleep. Christie sat
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  Speaker 1: for some time longer by the fire. He had tried
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  Speaker 1: to forget the last day or two, how short a
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  Speaker 1: time he had with his old master, but it had
• 1:29:51
  Speaker 1: all come back to him now, and his heart felt
• 1:29:54
  Speaker 1: very sad and desolate. It is a very dreadful thing
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  Speaker 1: to lose the only friend you have in the world.
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  Speaker 1: And it is a very dreadful thing to see before
• 1:30:02
  Speaker 1: you a thick, dark cloud and to feel that it
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  Speaker 1: hangs over your pathway and that you must pass through it.
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  Speaker 1: Poor Christie was very full of sorrow, for he feared
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  Speaker 1: as he entered into the cloud. But Treffy's words came
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  Speaker 1: back to his mind, and he said, with a full heart, Lord, Jesus,
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  Speaker 1: do help me to give my life to thee. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: please help me to spare old Treffy. Amen. Then, rather comforted,
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  Speaker 1: he went to bed. The next morning, he looked anxiously
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  Speaker 1: at old Treffy. He seemed weaker than usual, and Christy
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  Speaker 1: did not like to leave him, but they had very
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  Speaker 1: little money left, and Treffy seemed to wish him to go,
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  Speaker 1: so Christie went on his rounds to the heavy heart.
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  Speaker 1: He determined to go to the suburban road that he
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  Speaker 1: might tell Little Mabel and her mother how much worse
• 1:30:46
  Speaker 1: his dear old master was. It is such a comfort
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  Speaker 1: to speak of our sorrow to those who will care
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  Speaker 1: to hear. Thus Christie stopped before the house with the
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  Speaker 1: pretty garden in front of it. The snowdrops were over now,
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  Speaker 1: but the primas had taken their place, and the garden
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  Speaker 1: looks so very gay and cheerful, But Christie had no
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  Speaker 1: heart to look at it. He was gazing up anxiously
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  Speaker 1: at the nursery window for Little Mabel's face, but she
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  Speaker 1: was not to be seen. So he turned the handle
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  Speaker 1: of his organ and played Home Sweet Home, her favorite tune,
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  Speaker 1: to attract her attention. A minute after he began to play,
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  Speaker 1: he saw Little Mabel coming quickly out of the house
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  Speaker 1: and running towards him. She did not smile at him
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  Speaker 1: as usual, and she looked as if she had been crying.
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  Speaker 1: Christie thought, oh, organ boy, she said, don't play to day.
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  Speaker 1: Mamma is ill in bed and it makes her head ache.
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  Speaker 1: Christie stopped at once. He was just in the midst
• 1:31:34
  Speaker 1: of the chorus of Home, Sweet Home, and the organ
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  Speaker 1: gave a melancholy wail as he suddenly brought it to
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  Speaker 1: a conclusion. I am so sorry, missy, he said. Mabel
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  Speaker 1: stood before him in silence for a minute or two,
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  Speaker 1: and Christie looked down upon her, very pitifully and tenderly.
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  Speaker 1: Is she very bad, missy? He said, Yes, said little Mabel.
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  Speaker 1: I think she must be. Papa looks so grave, and
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  Speaker 1: nurse won't let us play. And I heard her child cook.
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  Speaker 1: Mother would never be any better, she added, with a
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  Speaker 1: little sob which came from the very bottom of her
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  Speaker 1: tiny heart. Poor little Missy, said Christie sorrowfully, Poor little missy,
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  Speaker 1: don't fret so, Oh, don't fret so. And as Christie
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  Speaker 1: stood looking down on the little girl. A great tear
• 1:32:15
  Speaker 1: rolled down his cheek and fell on her little white arm.
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  Speaker 1: Aba looked up suddenly Christie. She said, I think mother
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  Speaker 1: must be going to home, sweet home, and I want
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  Speaker 1: to go too, So do I said Christie, with a sigh.
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  Speaker 1: But the gates won't open to me for a long
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  Speaker 1: long time. Then the nurse called Mabel in, and Christie
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  Speaker 1: walked sorrowfully away. The world seemed very full of trouble
• 1:32:37
  Speaker 1: to him. Even the sky was overcast, and a cutting
• 1:32:40
  Speaker 1: east wind chilled Christie through and through the spring flowers
• 1:32:43
  Speaker 1: were nipped by it, and the budding branches were sent
• 1:32:46
  Speaker 1: backwards and forwards by each fresh gust of the wind,
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  Speaker 1: and Christie felt almost glad that it was so cheerless.
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  Speaker 1: He was very sad and unhappy, very restless and miserable.
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  Speaker 1: He had begun to wonder if God had forgotten him.
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  Speaker 1: The world seemed to him so wide and desolate. His
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  Speaker 1: old master was dying, his little friend Mabel was in trouble.
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  Speaker 1: There seemed to be sorrow everywhere. There seemed to be
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  Speaker 1: no comfort for poor Christie. Wearily and dreamily he went
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  Speaker 1: homewards and dragged himself up the steep staircase to the attic.
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  Speaker 1: He heard a voice within, a low, gentle voice, the
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  Speaker 1: sound of which soothed Christie's ruffled soul. It was the clergyman,
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  Speaker 1: and he was reading to Old Treffy. Treffy was sitting
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  Speaker 1: up in bed with a sweet smile on his face,
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  Speaker 1: eagerly listening to every word. And as Christie came in,
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  Speaker 1: the clergyman was reading this verse peace, I leave with
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  Speaker 1: you my peace. I give unto you, not as the
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  Speaker 1: world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart
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  Speaker 1: be troubled, neither let it be afraid. That's a sweet
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  Speaker 1: verse for you, Truffy, said the clergyman. Aye, said Triffy, brightening.
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  Speaker 1: And for poor Christie's too. He's very cast down as Christie.
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  Speaker 1: Sir Christie, said the minister, laying his hand on his shoulder,
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  Speaker 1: why is your heart troubled? But Christie could not answer.
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  Speaker 1: He turned suddenly away from the minister, and throwing himself
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  Speaker 1: on Old Truffy's bed, he sobbed bitterly. The Clergyman's heart
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  Speaker 1: was very full of sympathy for poor Christy. He not
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  Speaker 1: led him beside him and putting his arm round him
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  Speaker 1: with almost a mother's tenderness. He said gently, Christie, shall
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  Speaker 1: we go together to the Lord Jesus and tell him
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  Speaker 1: of your sorrow? And then, in very plain, simple words
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  Speaker 1: which Christie's heart could understand, the clergyman asked the dear
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  Speaker 1: Lord to look on the poor lonely child, to comfort
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  Speaker 1: him and to bless him, and to make him feel
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  Speaker 1: that he had one friend who would never go away.
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  Speaker 1: And long after the clergyman had gone, when the attic
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  Speaker 1: was quite still and Treffy was asleep, Christie heard, as
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  Speaker 1: it were, a voice in his heart singing him to him,
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  Speaker 1: let not your heart be troubled. Then he fell asleep
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  Speaker 1: in peace. He was wakened by his old master's voice.
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  Speaker 1: Christie said, Treffy, Christie, boy, yes, Master Truffy, said Christie,
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  Speaker 1: jumping up hastily. Where's the o'dorgan? Christie asked Truffy, she's here.
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  Speaker 1: Master Treffy said Christy. All right, and safe turner, Christie said, Trevy.
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  Speaker 1: Play home, sweet home. It's the middle of the night,
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  Speaker 1: Master Treffy, said Christie. Folks will wonder what's the matter.
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  Speaker 1: The Treffy made no answer, and Christie crept to his
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  Speaker 1: side with a light and looked at his face. It
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  Speaker 1: was very altered and strange. Treffy's eyes were shut, and
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  Speaker 1: there was the Ennoff's face, which Christie had never seen
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  Speaker 1: there before. He did not know what to do. He
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  Speaker 1: walked to the window and looked out. The sky was
• 1:35:23
  Speaker 1: quite dark, but one bright star was shining through it,
• 1:35:26
  Speaker 1: and looking in at the attic window. Let not your
• 1:35:29
  Speaker 1: heart be troubled, it seemed to say to him, and
• 1:35:31
  Speaker 1: Christie answered aloud, Lord, dear Lord, help me. As he
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  Speaker 1: turned from the window, Taffy spoke again, and Christie caught
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  Speaker 1: the words, play, Christie boy. Play. He hesitated no longer.
• 1:35:43
  Speaker 1: Taking the organ from its place, he turned the handle,
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  Speaker 1: and slowly and sadly, the notes of Home, Sweet Home
• 1:35:48
  Speaker 1: were sounded forth in the dark attic. The old man
• 1:35:51
  Speaker 1: opened his eyes as Christie played, and when the tune
• 1:35:53
  Speaker 1: was over, he called the boy to him, and, drawing
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  Speaker 1: him down very close to him, he whispered, Christie boy,
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  Speaker 1: the gates are opening. Now I'm going in play again,
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  Speaker 1: Christie boy. It was hard work playing the other three tunes.
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  Speaker 1: They seemed so out of place in the room of death,
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  Speaker 1: but Traffy did not seem to hear them. He was
• 1:36:11
  Speaker 1: murmuring softly to himself the words of the prayer wash me,
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  Speaker 1: and I shall be whiter than snow, whiter than snow,
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  Speaker 1: whiter than snow. And as Christie was playing Home Sweet
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  Speaker 1: Home for the second time, Old Treffy's weary feet passed
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  Speaker 1: within the gates. He was at home at last, in Home,
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  Speaker 1: Sweet Home, and little Christie was left outside. End of
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  Speaker 1: chapter nine recording by Esterbin Simonites. Chapter ten of Christie's
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  Speaker 1: Old Organ by missus O. F. Walton. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Recording by Esterbin Simonites, Chapter ten,
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  Speaker 1: No Place like Home. The next morning, some of the
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  Speaker 1: lodgers in the great room below remembered having heard sounds
• 1:36:59
  Speaker 1: in the stillnes sat the night, which had awakened them
• 1:37:02
  Speaker 1: from their dreams and disturbed their slumbers. Some maintained it
• 1:37:05
  Speaker 1: was only the wind howling and the chimney, but others
• 1:37:07
  Speaker 1: felt sure it was music, and said that the old
• 1:37:10
  Speaker 1: man in the attic must have been amusing himself with
• 1:37:12
  Speaker 1: the organ at midnight. Not, he said the landlady when
• 1:37:16
  Speaker 1: she heard of it. He'll never play it again. He's
• 1:37:18
  Speaker 1: a dying man. By what the doctor says, just you
• 1:37:21
  Speaker 1: go and ask him if he wasn't turning his old organ.
• 1:37:23
  Speaker 1: In the middle of last night, said a man from
• 1:37:25
  Speaker 1: the far corner of the room. I'll bet you a
• 1:37:27
  Speaker 1: shilling you was. The landlady went upstairs to satisfy his
• 1:37:31
  Speaker 1: curiosity and rapped at the attic door. No one answered,
• 1:37:35
  Speaker 1: so she opened it and went in. Christie was fast asleep,
• 1:37:38
  Speaker 1: stretched upon the bed where his old master's body lay.
• 1:37:41
  Speaker 1: The tears had dried on his cheeks, and he was
• 1:37:43
  Speaker 1: resting his head on one of old Treffy's cold, withered hands.
• 1:37:47
  Speaker 1: The Landlady's face grew grave, and she instinctively shuddered in
• 1:37:50
  Speaker 1: the presence of death. Christie woke with a start and
• 1:37:54
  Speaker 1: looked up in her face with a bewildered expression. He
• 1:37:56
  Speaker 1: could not remember at first what had happened. Then in
• 1:37:59
  Speaker 1: a moment all came back to him, and he turned
• 1:38:01
  Speaker 1: over and moaned. The landlady was touched by the boy's sorrow,
• 1:38:05
  Speaker 1: but she was a rough woman and knew little of
• 1:38:06
  Speaker 1: the way of showing sympathy, and Christie was not sorry
• 1:38:09
  Speaker 1: when she went downstairs and left him to himself. As
• 1:38:13
  Speaker 1: soon as the house was quiet, he brought a neighbor
• 1:38:15
  Speaker 1: to attend to Old Treffy's body, and then crept out
• 1:38:17
  Speaker 1: to tell the clergyman. Mister Wilton felt very deeply for
• 1:38:21
  Speaker 1: the desolate child. Once again he committed him to his
• 1:38:24
  Speaker 1: loving father, to the friend who would never leave him
• 1:38:26
  Speaker 1: nor forsake him. And when Christie was gone, he again
• 1:38:29
  Speaker 1: knelt down and thank God with a very full heart
• 1:38:32
  Speaker 1: for having allowed him to be the poor, weak instrument
• 1:38:34
  Speaker 1: in bringing his soul to himself. There would be one
• 1:38:37
  Speaker 1: at least of the beautiful gates of Home, sweet Home,
• 1:38:40
  Speaker 1: watching for his home going steps. Old Treffy would be
• 1:38:43
  Speaker 1: waiting for him there. Oh, how good God had been
• 1:38:45
  Speaker 1: to him. It was with a thankful heart that he
• 1:38:48
  Speaker 1: set down to repair his simmon for the next day
• 1:38:50
  Speaker 1: on the last race of the hymn, And when he
• 1:38:53
  Speaker 1: had just heard of Old Treffy helped him much in
• 1:38:55
  Speaker 1: the realization of the bright city of which he was
• 1:38:58
  Speaker 1: to speak. Mister Belton looked very anxiously for Christie when
• 1:39:02
  Speaker 1: he entered the crowded mission room on Sunday evening. Yes,
• 1:39:06
  Speaker 1: Christie was there, sitting as usual on the front bench,
• 1:39:08
  Speaker 1: with a very pale and sorrowful face, and with heavy
• 1:39:11
  Speaker 1: down past eyes, and when the hymn was being sung,
• 1:39:14
  Speaker 1: the clergyman noticed that the tears are running down the
• 1:39:16
  Speaker 1: boy's cheeks, though he rubbed them away through his sleeve
• 1:39:19
  Speaker 1: as fast as they came, but Christie looked up almost
• 1:39:22
  Speaker 1: with a smile. When the clergyman gave out his text,
• 1:39:24
  Speaker 1: it was from Revelations seven fourteen through fifteen. These are
• 1:39:28
  Speaker 1: they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed
• 1:39:30
  Speaker 1: their robes and made them white in the blood of
• 1:39:33
  Speaker 1: the Lamb. Therefore are they before the throne of God.
• 1:39:36
  Speaker 1: To night, said the clergyman. I am to speak of
• 1:39:38
  Speaker 1: Holme's sweet home, and of those that dwell there, the
• 1:39:40
  Speaker 1: great multitude of the redeemed. It is a very holy place.
• 1:39:44
  Speaker 1: There is no speck on the golden pavement, no evil
• 1:39:46
  Speaker 1: to be found within the city. The tunder can never
• 1:39:49
  Speaker 1: enter there soon as unknown. All is very very holy.
• 1:39:52
  Speaker 1: And on the white robes of those who dwell there
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  Speaker 1: is no stain, Pure and clean and spotless, bright and
• 1:39:59
  Speaker 1: fair as light are those robes of theirs. Nothing to
• 1:40:02
  Speaker 1: soil them, nothing to spoil their beauty. They are made
• 1:40:04
  Speaker 1: white forever in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore are
• 1:40:07
  Speaker 1: they before the throne of God, Oh, said the clergyman.
• 1:40:10
  Speaker 1: Never forget that this is the only way to stand
• 1:40:12
  Speaker 1: before that throne. Being good will never take you there.
• 1:40:15
  Speaker 1: Not being as bad as others, will avail you nothing.
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  Speaker 1: If you are ever to enter heaven, you must be
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  Speaker 1: washed white in the blood of the Lamb. Saint John
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  Speaker 1: was allowed to look into heaven, and he saw a
• 1:40:25
  Speaker 1: great company of those redeemed ones, and they were singing
• 1:40:27
  Speaker 1: a new song to the praise of Him who had
• 1:40:30
  Speaker 1: redeemed them. And since Saint John's time, said the clergyman, Oh,
• 1:40:33
  Speaker 1: how many have joined their number. Every day, every hour,
• 1:40:36
  Speaker 1: almost every moment, some soul stands before the city gates.
• 1:40:40
  Speaker 1: And to every soul washed in the blood of Jesus,
• 1:40:43
  Speaker 1: those gates of pearl are thrown open. They are all dressed,
• 1:40:46
  Speaker 1: one by one in a robe of white. And as
• 1:40:48
  Speaker 1: they walk through the golden streets and stand before the
• 1:40:50
  Speaker 1: Throne of Glory, they join in that song which never
• 1:40:53
  Speaker 1: goes old. Amen, Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving
• 1:40:59
  Speaker 1: and honor and power and might be unto our God
• 1:41:02
  Speaker 1: for ever and ever. Amen. And my friend, said the clergyman.
• 1:41:06
  Speaker 1: As the Holy God looks on these souls. He sees
• 1:41:08
  Speaker 1: in them no trace of sin. The blood is taken
• 1:41:10
  Speaker 1: it all away. Even in his sight. They are all fair,
• 1:41:13
  Speaker 1: There is no spot on them. They are faultless and stainless,
• 1:41:16
  Speaker 1: perfectly pure and holy. Oh, my friends, will you ever
• 1:41:19
  Speaker 1: join their number? This is a dark, dismal, dying world.
• 1:41:22
  Speaker 1: Will you be content to have your all here? Will
• 1:41:25
  Speaker 1: you be content never to enter home? Sweet home? Oh?
• 1:41:28
  Speaker 1: Will you de lay coming to the fountain and then
• 1:41:30
  Speaker 1: wake up and find you are shut out of the
• 1:41:32
  Speaker 1: city Bright and that forever? One old man said the
• 1:41:36
  Speaker 1: clergyman to whom I was talking last week, is now
• 1:41:39
  Speaker 1: spending his first Sunday in that city bright. A stillness
• 1:41:43
  Speaker 1: passed over the room when the clergyman said this, and
• 1:41:46
  Speaker 1: Christie whispered to himself, he means, Master Treffy, I know
• 1:41:49
  Speaker 1: he does. He was a poor, sinstood old man. The
• 1:41:53
  Speaker 1: clergyman went on, but he took Jesus at his word.
• 1:41:55
  Speaker 1: He came to the blood of Christ to be washed,
• 1:41:57
  Speaker 1: and even here he was made whiter than snow. And
• 1:42:00
  Speaker 1: two nights ago the dear Lord sent for the old
• 1:42:02
  Speaker 1: man and took him home. There is no sin mark
• 1:42:04
  Speaker 1: found on his soul, So the gates were opened to him,
• 1:42:07
  Speaker 1: and now in the snowy dress of Christ redeemed, he
• 1:42:09
  Speaker 1: stands faultless and stainless, faultless and stainless, safe in that
• 1:42:13
  Speaker 1: happy home. If I were to hear next Sunday, said
• 1:42:17
  Speaker 1: the clergyman, that any one of you is dead, Could
• 1:42:19
  Speaker 1: I say the same of you whilst we are meeting here?
• 1:42:22
  Speaker 1: Would you be in home, sweet home? Are you indeed
• 1:42:24
  Speaker 1: washed in the precious blood of Christ? Have you indeed
• 1:42:27
  Speaker 1: been forgiven? Have you indeed come to Jesus? Oh, do
• 1:42:30
  Speaker 1: answer this question in your own heart, said mister Bolton,
• 1:42:33
  Speaker 1: in a very earnest voice. I do want to meet
• 1:42:35
  Speaker 1: every one of you in home, sweet home. I think
• 1:42:38
  Speaker 1: that when God takes me there, I shall be looking
• 1:42:39
  Speaker 1: out for all of you. And oh, how I trust
• 1:42:41
  Speaker 1: we shall all meet there. I'll meet at home. I
• 1:42:45
  Speaker 1: cannot say more to night, said the minister, but my
• 1:42:47
  Speaker 1: heart is very full. God grants that each of you
• 1:42:49
  Speaker 1: may now be washed in the blood of Jesus, and
• 1:42:52
  Speaker 1: even in this life be made whiter than snow. And
• 1:42:54
  Speaker 1: then say, with a grateful heart, Lord, I will work
• 1:42:56
  Speaker 1: for THEE, love THEE, serve THEE. All I can today.
• 1:43:00
  Speaker 3: Feel in the snowy dress of the reading time, stand
• 1:43:08
  Speaker 3: fall less and stanless, foodless and staneless, same.
• 1:43:17
  Speaker 2: Happy Len.
• 1:43:20
  Speaker 1: And then the service was over and the congregation went away,
• 1:43:24
  Speaker 1: But Christy never moved from the bench on which he
• 1:43:26
  Speaker 1: was sitting. His face was burning his hands, and he
• 1:43:28
  Speaker 1: never looked up. Even the clergyman laid his hand kindly
• 1:43:31
  Speaker 1: on his shoulder. Oh, he sucked at lass. I want
• 1:43:33
  Speaker 1: to go home. My mother's gone, an old Treffy's gone,
• 1:43:36
  Speaker 1: and I want to go too. The clergyman took Christie's
• 1:43:39
  Speaker 1: little brown hand in both of his and said, Christie,
• 1:43:42
  Speaker 1: Poor Christie. The Lord does not like to keep you
• 1:43:44
  Speaker 1: outside the gate, but he has work for you to
• 1:43:46
  Speaker 1: do a little longer, and then the gates will be opened,
• 1:43:49
  Speaker 1: and home will be all the sweeter after the dark
• 1:43:51
  Speaker 1: time down here. And with other gentle, unloving words he
• 1:43:55
  Speaker 1: comforted the child, and then once more he prayed with him,
• 1:43:57
  Speaker 1: and Christie went away with a lighter heart. But he
• 1:44:00
  Speaker 1: could not help thinking of the last Sunday evening, when
• 1:44:02
  Speaker 1: he had hastened home to tell Treffy about the third
• 1:44:04
  Speaker 1: verse of the hymn. There was no one tonight it
• 1:44:07
  Speaker 1: to whom Christy could tell what he had heard. He
• 1:44:09
  Speaker 1: waited a minute outside the attic door, as if he
• 1:44:11
  Speaker 1: was almost afraid to go in. But it was only
• 1:44:14
  Speaker 1: for a minute, and when he walked in, all fear
• 1:44:16
  Speaker 1: passed away. The sun was setting, and some rays of
• 1:44:19
  Speaker 1: glory were falling on old Treffy's face as he lay
• 1:44:21
  Speaker 1: on the bed. They seemed that Christie, as if they
• 1:44:23
  Speaker 1: came straight from the Golden City. There was something so
• 1:44:25
  Speaker 1: bright and somewhat unearthly about them, And Christie fancied that
• 1:44:29
  Speaker 1: Treffy smiled as he lay on the bed. It might
• 1:44:31
  Speaker 1: be fancy, but he liked to think it was so.
• 1:44:33
  Speaker 1: And then he went to the attic window and looked out.
• 1:44:36
  Speaker 1: He almost saw the Golden City far away amongst those
• 1:44:39
  Speaker 1: wondrous bright clouds. It was a strange glad thought to
• 1:44:42
  Speaker 1: think that Treffy was there. What a change for him
• 1:44:45
  Speaker 1: from the dark attic. Oh, how bright Heaven would seem
• 1:44:47
  Speaker 1: to his old master. Christie would have given anything just
• 1:44:51
  Speaker 1: to see for one minute what Treffy was doing. I
• 1:44:54
  Speaker 1: wonder if he will tell Jesus about me and how
• 1:44:56
  Speaker 1: I want to come home, said Christy to himself. And
• 1:45:00
  Speaker 1: as the sunset faded away and the light grew less
• 1:45:02
  Speaker 1: and less. Christy knelt down in the twilight and said,
• 1:45:04
  Speaker 1: from the bottom of his heart, Oh Lord, please make
• 1:45:07
  Speaker 1: me patience, and please some day take me to live
• 1:45:09
  Speaker 1: with thee and Old Treffy in Home Sweet Home. End
• 1:45:14
  Speaker 1: of chapter ten, Chapter eleven of Christie's Old Organ, My
• 1:45:22
  Speaker 1: Missus O. F. Walton. This LibriVox recording is in the
• 1:45:25
  Speaker 1: public domain. Recording by Esterbin Simonine's Chapter ten Alone in
• 1:45:31
  Speaker 1: the World, Little Christie was the only mourner who followed
• 1:45:34
  Speaker 1: Old Treffy to the grave. It was a poor parish funeral.
• 1:45:38
  Speaker 1: Treffy's body was put into a parish coffin and carried
• 1:45:41
  Speaker 1: to the grave in a parish hearse. But oh it
• 1:45:43
  Speaker 1: did not matter, for Treffy was at home, in Home
• 1:45:46
  Speaker 1: Sweet Home. All his sorrows and troubles were over, his
• 1:45:49
  Speaker 1: poverty was at an end, and in the father's house
• 1:45:52
  Speaker 1: he was being well cared for. But the manager of
• 1:45:55
  Speaker 1: the hearse was not inclined to lose time upon the road,
• 1:45:58
  Speaker 1: and Christie had to walk very quickly, and sometimes almost
• 1:46:01
  Speaker 1: to run, to keep up with him. And on their
• 1:46:03
  Speaker 1: way they passed another and a very different funeral. It
• 1:46:07
  Speaker 1: was going very slowly. Indeed, there was a large horse
• 1:46:10
  Speaker 1: in front, and six funeral carriages filled with people followed,
• 1:46:14
  Speaker 1: And as Christie passed close by them in the middle
• 1:46:16
  Speaker 1: of the road, he could see that the mourners within
• 1:46:18
  Speaker 1: looked very sorrowful, and as if they had been crying
• 1:46:20
  Speaker 1: very much. But in one carriage he saw something which
• 1:46:23
  Speaker 1: he never forgot. With her head resting on her papa's shoulder,
• 1:46:27
  Speaker 1: and her little white, sorrowful face pressed close to the window,
• 1:46:30
  Speaker 1: was his little friend Mabel. So her mother is dead,
• 1:46:34
  Speaker 1: said Christie to himself, and this is her funeral. Oh dear,
• 1:46:37
  Speaker 1: what a very sad world this is. He was not
• 1:46:40
  Speaker 1: sure whether Mabel had seen him, but the little girl's
• 1:46:42
  Speaker 1: sorrow had sunk very deep into Christie's soul, and it
• 1:46:45
  Speaker 1: was with a heavier heart than afore that he hastened
• 1:46:48
  Speaker 1: forward to overtake the hearse which was carrying his old
• 1:46:50
  Speaker 1: master's body to the grave. So the two funeral processions,
• 1:46:54
  Speaker 1: that of the poor old man and that of the
• 1:46:56
  Speaker 1: farying mother, passed on to the cemetery, and over both
• 1:46:59
  Speaker 1: bodies were pronounced the word earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
• 1:47:02
  Speaker 1: dust to dust. But all this time their happy souls
• 1:47:05
  Speaker 1: were in home, sweet home, far far away from the
• 1:47:08
  Speaker 1: scene of sorrow. For a few days before, just at
• 1:47:11
  Speaker 1: the same hour, two souls had left this world of
• 1:47:13
  Speaker 1: woe and had met together before the gates of Pearl.
• 1:47:16
  Speaker 1: And as they were both clean and white, both washed
• 1:47:19
  Speaker 1: in the blood of the Lamb, the gates had been
• 1:47:21
  Speaker 1: opened wide, and Old Traffy and Little Mabel's mother had
• 1:47:24
  Speaker 1: entered the city together. And now they had both seen Jesus,
• 1:47:27
  Speaker 1: the Dear Lord, whom they loved well, and at his
• 1:47:30
  Speaker 1: presence they were even now enjoying fullness of joy. Christie
• 1:47:35
  Speaker 1: was obliged to give up the little attic after Treffy's death,
• 1:47:37
  Speaker 1: for the Lamb Lady wished to let it for a
• 1:47:39
  Speaker 1: higher rent. However, she gave the boy leave to sleep
• 1:47:42
  Speaker 1: in the great lodging room below, while she took possession
• 1:47:45
  Speaker 1: of all Old Traffy's small stock of furniture in payment
• 1:47:48
  Speaker 1: for the rent which he owed her. But the organ
• 1:47:50
  Speaker 1: was Christie's property. His old master had given it to
• 1:47:53
  Speaker 1: him most solemnly. About a week before he died. He
• 1:47:56
  Speaker 1: had called Christie to his side and told him to
• 1:47:58
  Speaker 1: bring the organ with him. Then he had committed it
• 1:48:01
  Speaker 1: to Christie's care. You'll take care of her, Christie, he
• 1:48:04
  Speaker 1: had said, and you'll never part with her for my sake.
• 1:48:07
  Speaker 1: And when you play Home Sweet Home, Christie, you must
• 1:48:09
  Speaker 1: think of me and your mother and how we both
• 1:48:12
  Speaker 1: got there. It was hard work for Christie the first
• 1:48:15
  Speaker 1: day that he took out his organ after Old Treffy's funeral.
• 1:48:18
  Speaker 1: He did not so much mind playing Rule Botannia, or
• 1:48:21
  Speaker 1: the Old hundredth or Poor Marie Anne. But when he
• 1:48:24
  Speaker 1: came to the first time to Home Sweet Home, such
• 1:48:26
  Speaker 1: a rush of feeling came over him that he stopped
• 1:48:28
  Speaker 1: short in the middle and moved on without finishing it.
• 1:48:31
  Speaker 1: The passers by were surprised at the sudden pause in
• 1:48:33
  Speaker 1: the tune, and still more so at the tears which
• 1:48:35
  Speaker 1: were running down Christie's cheeks. The little thought that the
• 1:48:38
  Speaker 1: last time he had played that tune had been in
• 1:48:40
  Speaker 1: the room of death, and that whilst she was playing it,
• 1:48:43
  Speaker 1: his dearest friend on earth had passed away into the
• 1:48:45
  Speaker 1: true Home Sweet Home. But Christie knew, and the notes
• 1:48:49
  Speaker 1: of the tomb brought back the recollection of that midnight hour,
• 1:48:53
  Speaker 1: and he could not make up his mind to go
• 1:48:54
  Speaker 1: on playing till he had looked up into the blue
• 1:48:56
  Speaker 1: sky and asked for help to rejoice in old Truffy's joy.
• 1:48:59
  Speaker 1: And when the chorus came very sweetly to him, Home's
• 1:49:02
  Speaker 1: sweet home. There's no place like home, There's no place
• 1:49:05
  Speaker 1: like home, And all Treffey's there a last, said Christie
• 1:49:08
  Speaker 1: to himself as he finished playing. One day, about a
• 1:49:11
  Speaker 1: week after Treffy's funeral, Christy went up the suburban road
• 1:49:14
  Speaker 1: in the hopes of seeing poor little miss Mabel once more.
• 1:49:17
  Speaker 1: He had never forgotten her sorrowful little face at the
• 1:49:19
  Speaker 1: window of the funeral coach. And when we are in
• 1:49:21
  Speaker 1: sorrow ourselves, it does us good to see and sympathize
• 1:49:24
  Speaker 1: with those who are in sorrow. Also, Christie felt it
• 1:49:27
  Speaker 1: would be a great comfort to him to see the
• 1:49:29
  Speaker 1: little girl. He wanted to hear all about her mother,
• 1:49:32
  Speaker 1: and when it was that she had gone to Home's
• 1:49:34
  Speaker 1: sweet home. But when Christie reached the house, he stood
• 1:49:37
  Speaker 1: still in astonishment. The pretty garden was there, just as usual.
• 1:49:41
  Speaker 1: A bed of heart's eases was blooming in the sunshine,
• 1:49:44
  Speaker 1: and the stocks and forgetting moss were in full flower.
• 1:49:47
  Speaker 1: But the house looked very deserted and strange. The shutters
• 1:49:50
  Speaker 1: of the lower rooms were up, and the bedrooms had
• 1:49:52
  Speaker 1: no blinds in the windows and looked empty and forlorn.
• 1:49:55
  Speaker 1: And in the nursery window, instead of Little Mabel's and
• 1:49:57
  Speaker 1: Charley's merry faces, there was a cross looking old woman
• 1:50:00
  Speaker 1: with her head bent then over her knitting. What could
• 1:50:03
  Speaker 1: be the matter? Where were the children gone? Surely no
• 1:50:05
  Speaker 1: one else was lying dead in the house. Christie felt
• 1:50:08
  Speaker 1: that he could not go home without finding out. He
• 1:50:10
  Speaker 1: must ask the old woman. So he stood at the
• 1:50:12
  Speaker 1: garden gate and turned the hand of the organ, hoping
• 1:50:14
  Speaker 1: that she would look out and speak to him beyond
• 1:50:17
  Speaker 1: a passing lance. She gave no sign that she even
• 1:50:20
  Speaker 1: heard it, but went on diligently with her work. At length,
• 1:50:23
  Speaker 1: Christie could wait no longer, so, stopping suddenly in the
• 1:50:25
  Speaker 1: middle of poor Marianne, he walked up the gravel path
• 1:50:28
  Speaker 1: and rang the bell. Then the old woman put her
• 1:50:30
  Speaker 1: head out of the window and asked what he wanted.
• 1:50:33
  Speaker 1: Christy did not quite know what to say, so he
• 1:50:35
  Speaker 1: came out at once with the great fear which was
• 1:50:37
  Speaker 1: haunting him. Please, ma'am, is anyone dead, he asked? Dead? No,
• 1:50:41
  Speaker 1: said the old woman quickly, What do you want to
• 1:50:43
  Speaker 1: know for? Please? Could I speak to little miss Mabel,
• 1:50:47
  Speaker 1: asked Christie timidly. No, bless you, said the old woman,
• 1:50:51
  Speaker 1: not unless you like a walk across the sea. She's
• 1:50:53
  Speaker 1: in France by now, and Franz repeated Christy with a
• 1:50:56
  Speaker 1: bewildered air. Yes, said the old woman. They've gone abroad
• 1:51:01
  Speaker 1: for the summer. And then she shut the window in
• 1:51:02
  Speaker 1: a decided manner. As much to say, and that's all
• 1:51:05
  Speaker 1: I shall tell you about it. Christie staid for a
• 1:51:07
  Speaker 1: few minutes in the pretty garden before he moved away.
• 1:51:11
  Speaker 1: He was very disappointed. He had so hoped to have
• 1:51:13
  Speaker 1: seen his little friends, and now they were gone. They
• 1:51:16
  Speaker 1: were far away in France. That was a long way off,
• 1:51:18
  Speaker 1: Christie felt sure, and perhaps he would never see them again.
• 1:51:22
  Speaker 1: He walked slowly down the dusty road. He fell very
• 1:51:25
  Speaker 1: lonely this afternoon, very lonely and forsaken. His mother was gone.
• 1:51:28
  Speaker 1: Old Treffy was gone, The lady was gone, and now
• 1:51:31
  Speaker 1: the children were gone also. He had no one to
• 1:51:33
  Speaker 1: cheer him, where to comfort him, to drag the old
• 1:51:35
  Speaker 1: organ wearily down the hot streets. He had not heart
• 1:51:38
  Speaker 1: enough to play. He was very tired and worn out.
• 1:51:41
  Speaker 1: Yet he knew not where to go to rest. He
• 1:51:43
  Speaker 1: had not even the old attic to call his home.
• 1:51:46
  Speaker 1: But the pavement was so hot to his feet, and
• 1:51:48
  Speaker 1: the sun was so scorching that Christy determined to return
• 1:51:51
  Speaker 1: to the dismal court and try to find a quiet
• 1:51:53
  Speaker 1: corner in the great lodging room. But when he opened
• 1:51:56
  Speaker 1: the door, he was greeted by a cloud of dust,
• 1:51:58
  Speaker 1: and the landlady called out to him to take him.
• 1:52:00
  Speaker 1: She could not do with him loitering about at that
• 1:52:02
  Speaker 1: time of day, so Christie went out again, very heart
• 1:52:05
  Speaker 1: sort and disconsolate, and going into a quiet street, he
• 1:52:08
  Speaker 1: shouldered from some time from the hot sun under a
• 1:52:11
  Speaker 1: high wall which made a little shadow across the pavement.
• 1:52:13
  Speaker 1: Christie was almost too hot and tired even to be unhappy,
• 1:52:16
  Speaker 1: And yet every now and then he shivered and crept
• 1:52:18
  Speaker 1: into the sunshine to be warmed again. He had a strange,
• 1:52:21
  Speaker 1: sharp pain in his head, which made him feel very
• 1:52:23
  Speaker 1: bewildered and uncomfortable. He did not know quite what was
• 1:52:26
  Speaker 1: the matter with him, and sometimes he got up and
• 1:52:28
  Speaker 1: tried to play for a time, but he was so
• 1:52:30
  Speaker 1: sick and dizzy that he was obliged to give it
• 1:52:32
  Speaker 1: up and to lie quite still under the wall, with
• 1:52:34
  Speaker 1: the organ beside him, till the sun began to set.
• 1:52:37
  Speaker 1: Then he dragged himself in his organ back to the
• 1:52:39
  Speaker 1: large lodging room. The landlady had finished her cleaning and
• 1:52:42
  Speaker 1: was preparing the supper for her lodgers. She threw Christie
• 1:52:45
  Speaker 1: a crust of bread as he came in, but he
• 1:52:47
  Speaker 1: was not able to eat it. He crawled to a
• 1:52:49
  Speaker 1: bench in the far corner of the room, and, putting
• 1:52:51
  Speaker 1: his old organ against the wall beside him, he fell asleep.
• 1:52:55
  Speaker 1: When he awoke, the room was full of men. They
• 1:52:57
  Speaker 1: were eating their supper and talking and laughing noisily. They
• 1:53:00
  Speaker 1: took little notice of Christie as he lay very still
• 1:53:02
  Speaker 1: in the corner of the room. He could not sleep again,
• 1:53:05
  Speaker 1: for the noise in the place was so great. And
• 1:53:07
  Speaker 1: now and again he shuddered at the wicked words and
• 1:53:09
  Speaker 1: coarse jests which fell in a year almost every minute.
• 1:53:12
  Speaker 1: Christie's head was aching terribly, and he felt very very ill.
• 1:53:15
  Speaker 1: He had never been so ill in all his life before.
• 1:53:18
  Speaker 1: What would he not have given for a quiet little
• 1:53:19
  Speaker 1: corner in which he might have lain out of the
• 1:53:22
  Speaker 1: reach of the oaths and wickedness of the men. In
• 1:53:23
  Speaker 1: a great lodging room, and then his thoughts wanted it
• 1:53:27
  Speaker 1: to old Treffy in home, sweet home. What a different
• 1:53:29
  Speaker 1: place his dear old master was in. There's no place
• 1:53:33
  Speaker 1: like home, no place like home, said Christie to himself.
• 1:53:36
  Speaker 1: Oh what a long way I am from home, sweet home.
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  Speaker 1: End of chapter eleven, Chapter twelve of Christie's Old Organ
• 1:53:50
  Speaker 1: by missus O. F. Walton. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domin Courting by Esterbin Simondy's Chapter twelve Christie
• 1:54:00
  Speaker 1: weld cared for what's the matter with that little lad,
• 1:54:04
  Speaker 1: said one of the men to the landlady as she
• 1:54:06
  Speaker 1: was preparing their breakfast the next morning. He's got a
• 1:54:08
  Speaker 1: fever something of this sort. He's been talking about one
• 1:54:11
  Speaker 1: thing or another all night. I've had twothache and scarcely
• 1:54:14
  Speaker 1: closed my eyes, and he's never ceased chatting the night through.
• 1:54:18
  Speaker 1: What do you talk about? Asked another man. It all
• 1:54:20
  Speaker 1: sort of rubbish, said the man with the twocake, right,
• 1:54:23
  Speaker 1: cities and funerals and snowdrops. I want to go up
• 1:54:26
  Speaker 1: and began to sing. Hold he didn't near him. He
• 1:54:29
  Speaker 1: would have taken a great deal to make me hear, um,
• 1:54:31
  Speaker 1: said the other tired out as I was last night.
• 1:54:34
  Speaker 1: What did they sing though, Oh, one of the jeans
• 1:54:37
  Speaker 1: on his old organ, I expect to get them in
• 1:54:39
  Speaker 1: his head so that I can't get him out. I
• 1:54:42
  Speaker 1: think it was I'm sweet home. He was drawing out
• 1:54:44
  Speaker 1: last night, and the man went to his work. Well,
• 1:54:47
  Speaker 1: missus Watt said another. Men, if the boy'sn't a fever,
• 1:54:49
  Speaker 1: the sinner you get him out of this the better.
• 1:54:51
  Speaker 1: We didn't want all of us to take it. When
• 1:54:53
  Speaker 1: the men were gone, the landlady went up to Christie
• 1:54:56
  Speaker 1: to see if he were really ill. She tried to
• 1:54:58
  Speaker 1: wake him, but he looked wildly in her face, did
• 1:55:00
  Speaker 1: not seem to know her. So she lifted him by
• 1:55:02
  Speaker 1: main force into a dark little room under the stairs,
• 1:55:04
  Speaker 1: which was filled with boxes and rubbish. She was not
• 1:55:07
  Speaker 1: an unkind woman. She would not turn the poor child
• 1:55:09
  Speaker 1: into the street in his present condition. So she made
• 1:55:11
  Speaker 1: him up a little bed on the floor, and giving
• 1:55:13
  Speaker 1: him a drink of water, she left him to continue
• 1:55:15
  Speaker 1: her work. That evening, she fetched the parish doctor to
• 1:55:17
  Speaker 1: see him, and he told her that Christie was in
• 1:55:19
  Speaker 1: a fever. For many days, little Christie hung between life
• 1:55:22
  Speaker 1: and death. He was quite unconscious of all that went on,
• 1:55:25
  Speaker 1: he had never heard the landlady come into the room.
• 1:55:27
  Speaker 1: He never saw her go out. She was the only
• 1:55:29
  Speaker 1: person who came near him, and she could give him
• 1:55:31
  Speaker 1: very little attention, for she had so much to do.
• 1:55:33
  Speaker 1: But she used to wonder why Christie talked so often
• 1:55:36
  Speaker 1: of Home, sweet home. Through all his wanderings of mind,
• 1:55:39
  Speaker 1: this one idea seemed to run even in his delirium.
• 1:55:42
  Speaker 1: Little Christie was longing for the city bright. But after
• 1:55:45
  Speaker 1: a time Christie began to recover. He regained his consciousness,
• 1:55:49
  Speaker 1: and slowly, very slowly, the fever left him. But he
• 1:55:52
  Speaker 1: was so weak that he could not even turn in bed,
• 1:55:54
  Speaker 1: and he could scarcely speak above a whisper. Oh, how
• 1:55:57
  Speaker 1: long and dreary the days were to him. Missus White
• 1:56:00
  Speaker 1: had begun to grow tired of waiting on him, and
• 1:56:02
  Speaker 1: so Christie was for many a long hour without seeing
• 1:56:04
  Speaker 1: any one to whom he could speak. It was a
• 1:56:07
  Speaker 1: very dark little chamber, only lighted from the passage, and
• 1:56:10
  Speaker 1: Christie could not even see a bit of blue sky.
• 1:56:12
  Speaker 1: He felt very much alone in the world. All day long,
• 1:56:15
  Speaker 1: there was no sound but the distant shouts of the
• 1:56:17
  Speaker 1: children in the court and in the evening he could
• 1:56:19
  Speaker 1: hear the noise of the men in the great lodging room.
• 1:56:22
  Speaker 1: Often he was awake the greater part of the night,
• 1:56:24
  Speaker 1: and then listening to the ticking of the clock on
• 1:56:26
  Speaker 1: the stairs and counting the strokes hour after hour. And
• 1:56:29
  Speaker 1: then he would watch the faint gray light creeping into
• 1:56:31
  Speaker 1: the dark room and listen to the footsteps of the
• 1:56:33
  Speaker 1: men going out for their daily work. No one came
• 1:56:35
  Speaker 1: to see Christie. He wondered that mister Bilton did not
• 1:56:38
  Speaker 1: ask after him when he missed him from the mission room.
• 1:56:40
  Speaker 1: Oh how glad Christie would have been to see him.
• 1:56:43
  Speaker 1: But the days passed slowly by, and he never came,
• 1:56:45
  Speaker 1: and Christie wondered more and more. Once he asked his
• 1:56:48
  Speaker 1: wife to fetch him to see him, but she said
• 1:56:50
  Speaker 1: she could not trouble to go so far. If little
• 1:56:53
  Speaker 1: Christie had not had a friend in Jesus, his little
• 1:56:55
  Speaker 1: heart would almost have broken in the loneliness and desolation
• 1:56:59
  Speaker 1: of those days of weakness. But though his faith was
• 1:57:01
  Speaker 1: sometimes feeble, and he was then very downcast in spirit,
• 1:57:05
  Speaker 1: yet another times little Christie would talk with Jesus as
• 1:57:07
  Speaker 1: with a dear friend, and in this way he was comforted,
• 1:57:11
  Speaker 1: and the words which the clergyman had read to his
• 1:57:13
  Speaker 1: old master were ever bringing in his ears. Let not
• 1:57:16
  Speaker 1: your heart be troubled. Still, those weeks did seem very
• 1:57:19
  Speaker 1: long and tedious. At last he was able to sit
• 1:57:22
  Speaker 1: up in bed, but he felt faint and dizzy whenever
• 1:57:24
  Speaker 1: he moved, for he had a very severe attack of fever,
• 1:57:27
  Speaker 1: and he needed all manner of nourishing things to bring
• 1:57:30
  Speaker 1: back his strength. But there was no one to attend
• 1:57:33
  Speaker 1: to the wants of the poor motherless boy, no one
• 1:57:35
  Speaker 1: except the dear Lord. He had not forgotten him. It
• 1:57:39
  Speaker 1: was a close, tiring afternoon. Christie was lying upon his bed,
• 1:57:43
  Speaker 1: panting with the heat and longing for a breath of air.
• 1:57:46
  Speaker 1: He was faint and weary, and felt very cast down
• 1:57:48
  Speaker 1: and dispirited. Please, Dear Lord, he said, aloud, send some
• 1:57:52
  Speaker 1: one to see me. And even as he spoke, the
• 1:57:54
  Speaker 1: door opened and the clergyman came in. It was too
• 1:57:57
  Speaker 1: much for little Christie. He held out his arms to
• 1:57:59
  Speaker 1: be enjoying them burst into tears. Why Christie, said the clergyman.
• 1:58:04
  Speaker 1: Are you not glad to see me? Oh, said little Christie,
• 1:58:07
  Speaker 1: I thought you were never coming, And I felt such
• 1:58:09
  Speaker 1: a long way from home. Oh, I am glad to
• 1:58:11
  Speaker 1: see you. Then mister Wilton told Christie that he had
• 1:58:14
  Speaker 1: been away from home and that another clergyman had been
• 1:58:16
  Speaker 1: taking his duty. But the night before he had preached
• 1:58:18
  Speaker 1: for the first time since his return in the little
• 1:58:21
  Speaker 1: mission room, and he had missed Christie from the front bench.
• 1:58:24
  Speaker 1: He had asked the woman who cleaned the room about him,
• 1:58:26
  Speaker 1: and she had told him that Christie had never been
• 1:58:28
  Speaker 1: there since he went away. The clergyman had wondered what
• 1:58:30
  Speaker 1: was the matter, and had come as soon as he
• 1:58:32
  Speaker 1: could to hear. And now Christie, he said, tell me
• 1:58:36
  Speaker 1: all about these long, weary weeks. But Christie was so
• 1:58:39
  Speaker 1: glad and so happy now that the past seemed like
• 1:58:41
  Speaker 1: a long troubled dream. He had waked up now and
• 1:58:44
  Speaker 1: had forgotten his sorrow and his loneliness. The clergyman and
• 1:58:47
  Speaker 1: Christie had much pleasant talk together, and then mister Wilton said, Christie,
• 1:58:52
  Speaker 1: I have had a letter about you, which I will
• 1:58:54
  Speaker 1: read to you. The letter was from Little Mabel's papa,
• 1:58:57
  Speaker 1: who was a friend of the clergyman. My dear mister Bilton,
• 1:59:00
  Speaker 1: there is a poor boy of the name of Christie.
• 1:59:02
  Speaker 1: What his surname is I do not know, living in
• 1:59:04
  Speaker 1: a lodgy house in Ivy Court, Percy Street. He lived
• 1:59:08
  Speaker 1: formerly with an old organ grinder, but I believe the
• 1:59:11
  Speaker 1: old man was thought to be dying some weeks ago.
• 1:59:13
  Speaker 1: My dear wife took a great fancy to the boy,
• 1:59:15
  Speaker 1: and my little Mabel talks frequently of him. I imagine
• 1:59:19
  Speaker 1: he must be left in a very destitute condition, and
• 1:59:21
  Speaker 1: I should be much obliged if you could find him
• 1:59:23
  Speaker 1: out and provide for him some comfortable home with any
• 1:59:26
  Speaker 1: respectable person who will act as a mother to him.
• 1:59:28
  Speaker 1: I inclosed the check which will pay his expenses for
• 1:59:30
  Speaker 1: the present. I should like him to go to a
• 1:59:32
  Speaker 1: school for a year or two, and then I intend,
• 1:59:34
  Speaker 1: if the boy desires to serve christ to bring him
• 1:59:36
  Speaker 1: up to work as a scripture reader among the lowest
• 1:59:39
  Speaker 1: class of the people in your neighborhood. I think I
• 1:59:41
  Speaker 1: could not perpetuate my dear wife's memory in any better
• 1:59:44
  Speaker 1: way than my carrying out what I know her witches
• 1:59:46
  Speaker 1: with regard to little Christie. No money or pains will
• 1:59:49
  Speaker 1: I spare to do for him what she yourself would
• 1:59:51
  Speaker 1: have done had her life been spared. Kindly excuse me
• 1:59:54
  Speaker 1: for troubling you with this matter, but I do not
• 1:59:56
  Speaker 1: wish to defer it until I return, lest I lose
• 1:59:58
  Speaker 1: sight of the boy. The simple attic, where Christie and
• 2:00:01
  Speaker 1: his old master lived, was the last place my dear
• 2:00:03
  Speaker 1: wife visited before her illness, and I feeled the charge
• 2:00:06
  Speaker 1: of this boys of sacred duty, which I must perform
• 2:00:08
  Speaker 1: for her to sake, and also for the sake of
• 2:00:10
  Speaker 1: him who has said, inasmuch as YE have done it
• 2:00:13
  Speaker 1: unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye
• 2:00:15
  Speaker 1: have done it unto me. Believe me, dear mister Wilton,
• 2:00:18
  Speaker 1: yours very sincerely, Gerald Lindsay. Christie, said the clergyman. The
• 2:00:24
  Speaker 1: dear Lord has been very good too, Yes, said little Christie. Oh,
• 2:00:28
  Speaker 1: Troviy was right, wasn't he, Sir? What did all trovy sairy?
• 2:00:31
  Speaker 1: Asked the clergyman. He said the Lord had some work
• 2:00:34
  Speaker 1: for me to do for him, said Christy. And I
• 2:00:36
  Speaker 1: didn't think there was anything I could do, But he's
• 2:00:39
  Speaker 1: gonna let me after all, Yes, said the clergyman, smiling.
• 2:00:43
  Speaker 1: Shall we thank him, Christie? So he knelt down by
• 2:00:46
  Speaker 1: Christie's bed, and little Christie clasped his thin hands and
• 2:00:49
  Speaker 1: added his words of praise, Oh Jesus. I thank THEE
• 2:00:52
  Speaker 1: so much for letting me have some work to do
• 2:00:54
  Speaker 1: for THEE. And please I will stay outside the gates
• 2:00:57
  Speaker 1: a little longer to do something to show THEE how
• 2:00:59
  Speaker 1: I love THEE. Amen. Yes, Christie, said the clergyman as
• 2:01:03
  Speaker 1: he rose to go. You must work with a very
• 2:01:05
  Speaker 1: loving heart, and when the work is a rule, come
• 2:01:07
  Speaker 1: the rest. After the long waiting, will come home, sweet home, Yes,
• 2:01:11
  Speaker 1: said Christie brightly. There is no place like home, no
• 2:01:14
  Speaker 1: place like home. End of chapter twelve, Chapter thirteen of
• 2:01:24
  Speaker 1: Christie's Old Organ by missus O. F. Walton. This LibriVox
• 2:01:28
  Speaker 1: recording is in the Public domean recording my Esterbin Simonides,
• 2:01:33
  Speaker 1: Chapter thirteen, Christie's Work for the Master. It was a
• 2:01:37
  Speaker 1: hot summer's afternoon some years after, and the air in
• 2:01:40
  Speaker 1: Ivy Court was as close and stifling as it had
• 2:01:42
  Speaker 1: been in the days when Christie and Old Treffy lived there.
• 2:01:45
  Speaker 1: Crowds of children might still be seen playing there, screaming
• 2:01:48
  Speaker 1: and quarreling, just as they had done then. The air
• 2:01:51
  Speaker 1: was as full of smoke and dust, and the court
• 2:01:53
  Speaker 1: looked as desolate as it had done in those years
• 2:01:55
  Speaker 1: gone by. It was still a very dismal and a
• 2:01:57
  Speaker 1: very forlorn place, So oh, Christie thought, as he entered
• 2:02:01
  Speaker 1: it that sultry day. It seemed to him as far
• 2:02:03
  Speaker 1: as ever from Home, Sweet Home. Yet of all the
• 2:02:05
  Speaker 1: places which he visited as a scripture reader, there was
• 2:02:08
  Speaker 1: no place in which Christie took such an interest as
• 2:02:10
  Speaker 1: Ivy Court. For he could not forget those dreary days
• 2:02:13
  Speaker 1: when he had been a little homeless wanderer and had
• 2:02:16
  Speaker 1: gone there for a night's lodging. And he could not
• 2:02:18
  Speaker 1: forget the old attic, which had been the first place
• 2:02:21
  Speaker 1: since his mother's death that he had been able to
• 2:02:23
  Speaker 1: call home. It was to this very attic he was
• 2:02:25
  Speaker 1: going this afternoon. He climbed the rickety stairs, and as
• 2:02:29
  Speaker 1: he did so, he thought of the night when he
• 2:02:31
  Speaker 1: had crept up them for the first time and had
• 2:02:33
  Speaker 1: knelt down outside Old Truffy's door listening to the organ.
• 2:02:37
  Speaker 1: Christie had never parted with the organ, his old master's
• 2:02:40
  Speaker 1: last gift to him, and scarcely a week passed, but
• 2:02:42
  Speaker 1: he did not turn the handle and listened to the
• 2:02:44
  Speaker 1: dear old tunes, and he always finished with Home Sweet Home,
• 2:02:47
  Speaker 1: for he still loved that tune the best and when
• 2:02:50
  Speaker 1: Miss Mabel came to see him, she always wanted to
• 2:02:52
  Speaker 1: turn the old organ in remembrance of her childish days.
• 2:02:55
  Speaker 1: But she was not Miss Mabel any longer now, though
• 2:02:58
  Speaker 1: Christie sometimes still called her so when they were talking
• 2:03:00
  Speaker 1: together of the old days and of Treffy in his organ.
• 2:03:03
  Speaker 1: But Mabel was married now to the clergyman under whom
• 2:03:05
  Speaker 1: Christie was working, and he took great interest in the
• 2:03:08
  Speaker 1: young scripture reader, and was always ready to help him
• 2:03:10
  Speaker 1: with her advice and sympathy. And she would ask Christie
• 2:03:13
  Speaker 1: about the poor people he visited, and he would tell
• 2:03:15
  Speaker 1: her which of them most needed her aid, and where
• 2:03:18
  Speaker 1: she was most needed. Young missus Villiers was always ready
• 2:03:20
  Speaker 1: to go. And so it came to pass that when
• 2:03:23
  Speaker 1: Christie knocked at the old attic door, it was opened
• 2:03:25
  Speaker 1: for him by missus Villiers herself, who had just come
• 2:03:27
  Speaker 1: there to see a poor sick woman. She had not
• 2:03:30
  Speaker 1: met Christie in that attic since the days when they
• 2:03:32
  Speaker 1: were both children, and Mambel smiled as he came in
• 2:03:35
  Speaker 1: and said to him, do you remember the occasion when
• 2:03:37
  Speaker 1: we met here before? Yes, said Christie, I remember it well,
• 2:03:40
  Speaker 1: for there were four of us here then Missus Villiers,
• 2:03:43
  Speaker 1: and two over the four have gone to the bright
• 2:03:44
  Speaker 1: city which we talked of. Then, yes, said Bambelleteers, Nurism.
• 2:03:48
  Speaker 1: They're waiting for us in home, sweet home. The attic
• 2:03:51
  Speaker 1: did not look any more cheerful that day than it
• 2:03:53
  Speaker 1: had done when old Treffy lived there. The window panes
• 2:03:56
  Speaker 1: were nearly all broken and filled with pieces of brown
• 2:03:58
  Speaker 1: paper or rag was more rotten than ether, and the
• 2:04:01
  Speaker 1: board seem as if they must give way. When Christie
• 2:04:03
  Speaker 1: crossed the room to speak to a forlorn looking woman
• 2:04:06
  Speaker 1: who was sitting on a chair by the smoldering fire,
• 2:04:09
  Speaker 1: she was evidently very ill and very unhappy. Four little
• 2:04:12
  Speaker 1: children were playing about and making so much noise that
• 2:04:15
  Speaker 1: Christie could hardly hear their mother speak when she told
• 2:04:17
  Speaker 1: them she was no better, no better at all, and
• 2:04:20
  Speaker 1: she did not think she ever should be. Have you
• 2:04:23
  Speaker 1: done when I asked you, Missus Wilton, said Christie, Yes, sir,
• 2:04:26
  Speaker 1: I've sitted again again. And the more I say it,
• 2:04:28
  Speaker 1: the more miserable it makes me. What is it, Christy
• 2:04:32
  Speaker 1: asked Missus Villiers. It's a little prayer man. I asked
• 2:04:35
  Speaker 1: her to say, Oh God, give me thy holy spirit
• 2:04:37
  Speaker 1: to show me what I am, and I think he
• 2:04:39
  Speaker 1: has shown me, said the poor woman sadly. Anyhow, I
• 2:04:42
  Speaker 1: never knew I was such a sinner. And every days
• 2:04:44
  Speaker 1: I sit here by my fire, I think it all over,
• 2:04:46
  Speaker 1: and every night, as I lay awake in my bed,
• 2:04:48
  Speaker 1: I think of it again. I've brought it in their
• 2:04:51
  Speaker 1: prayer for you to say now, Missus Wilson, said Christie,
• 2:04:53
  Speaker 1: and I've written it out on a card that you
• 2:04:55
  Speaker 1: may be able to learn it quickly. Oh God, give
• 2:04:58
  Speaker 1: me thy holy spirit to show me what Jesus is.
• 2:05:01
  Speaker 1: God has heard and answered your first prayer, so you
• 2:05:03
  Speaker 1: may be sure he will hear this one also. And
• 2:05:05
  Speaker 1: if he only shows you what Jesus is, I am
• 2:05:07
  Speaker 1: sure you will be happy, for Jesus will forgive you
• 2:05:10
  Speaker 1: your sin and take away all its heavy burden. The
• 2:05:13
  Speaker 1: poor woman read the prayer aloud several times, and then
• 2:05:16
  Speaker 1: Missus Villiers took a book from her pocket and began
• 2:05:18
  Speaker 1: to read. It was a little much worn testament. It
• 2:05:22
  Speaker 1: had once been blue, but from constant use that color
• 2:05:24
  Speaker 1: had faded, and the gilt edges were no longer bright.
• 2:05:27
  Speaker 1: It was not the first time that same testament had
• 2:05:29
  Speaker 1: been in that old attic, for it was the same
• 2:05:31
  Speaker 1: book from which Mabel's mother had read to old Traffy
• 2:05:33
  Speaker 1: fifteen years before. How Mabel loved that book. Here and
• 2:05:37
  Speaker 1: there was a pencil mark which her mother had made
• 2:05:39
  Speaker 1: against some favorite text. And these texts Mabel read again
• 2:05:42
  Speaker 1: and again till they became her favorites. Also, it was
• 2:05:45
  Speaker 1: one of these which she read to the poor woman
• 2:05:47
  Speaker 1: to day, the blood of Jesus Christ his Son, cleanseth
• 2:05:50
  Speaker 1: Us from all sin. And then missus Villiers explained how
• 2:05:53
  Speaker 1: ready Jesus is to save any soul that comes to him,
• 2:05:56
  Speaker 1: and how his blood is quite sufficient to take away sin.
• 2:06:00
  Speaker 1: The sick woman listened eagerly, and a tear came into
• 2:06:02
  Speaker 1: Christy's eyes as he said, there's no text that I
• 2:06:04
  Speaker 1: love like that, Missus Villiers. Mister Wilton preached on it
• 2:06:07
  Speaker 1: in the bishing room the second time I went there,
• 2:06:09
  Speaker 1: and I felt as if I could sing for joy
• 2:06:11
  Speaker 1: when I heard it. I will remember how I ran
• 2:06:13
  Speaker 1: up the stairs to this attic to tell it to
• 2:06:14
  Speaker 1: my old master. And you found it true, Christie, yes, ma'am,
• 2:06:18
  Speaker 1: indeed I have. And Truffy found it true too. Then
• 2:06:21
  Speaker 1: Missus Villiers and Christie took their leave, But as they
• 2:06:24
  Speaker 1: were going down the steep staircase, Christie said, have you
• 2:06:27
  Speaker 1: time to call on missus White for a few minutes, ma'am.
• 2:06:29
  Speaker 1: She would be so pleased to see you, and I
• 2:06:30
  Speaker 1: don't think she will live very long. Missus Villiers gladly
• 2:06:34
  Speaker 1: agreed to go. So Christy knocked at the door at
• 2:06:36
  Speaker 1: the bottom of the stairs. A young woman opened it,
• 2:06:39
  Speaker 1: and they went in. Missus White was lying out of
• 2:06:42
  Speaker 1: bed in the corner of the room and seemed to
• 2:06:43
  Speaker 1: be asleep, But presently she opened her eyes, and when
• 2:06:46
  Speaker 1: she saw Christie's face brightened and she held out her
• 2:06:48
  Speaker 1: hands and welcome. She was an old woman now, and
• 2:06:51
  Speaker 1: I'd given up taking lodgers several years before. Oh Christy,
• 2:06:55
  Speaker 1: she said, I am glad to see you. I've been
• 2:06:57
  Speaker 1: counting the hours till you came. Missus Villie has come
• 2:07:00
  Speaker 1: to see you today. Miss White. Oh, how good of you,
• 2:07:02
  Speaker 1: said the poor woman. Christie said you would come some day.
• 2:07:05
  Speaker 1: You have known Christie a long time, have you, not,
• 2:07:07
  Speaker 1: said missus Villiers. Yes, the older woman. He first came
• 2:07:10
  Speaker 1: to me as a little rugged boy, shivering with cold,
• 2:07:13
  Speaker 1: and I like the look of him, ma'am. He was
• 2:07:14
  Speaker 1: so much quieter than some that came here. And I
• 2:07:16
  Speaker 1: used to give him a crust sometimes when I looked
• 2:07:18
  Speaker 1: more starved than usual. Yes, Missus White, said Christy, you
• 2:07:21
  Speaker 1: were very good to me. Oh, not as I should
• 2:07:23
  Speaker 1: have been, Christie. They were only crusts. I gave you
• 2:07:26
  Speaker 1: mits that were left from the men's mails, and not
• 2:07:27
  Speaker 1: so much of them either. But you've come to me,
• 2:07:29
  Speaker 1: and you've brought me the bread of life, not just
• 2:07:31
  Speaker 1: bits and leavings, but enough in despair, as much as
• 2:07:35
  Speaker 1: I like him, more than enough for all I want. Oh,
• 2:07:38
  Speaker 1: Christie said in his villiars, I am glad to hear this.
• 2:07:41
  Speaker 1: The dear Lord has been very good to you. Your
• 2:07:42
  Speaker 1: work has not been in vain. In vain, said the older,
• 2:07:45
  Speaker 1: and I should think not. There's many a one, Missus Villiers,
• 2:07:48
  Speaker 1: that will bless God in the hum above for what
• 2:07:49
  Speaker 1: you and your father have done for this lab And
• 2:07:52
  Speaker 1: there's no one that will bless them more than I shall.
• 2:07:54
  Speaker 1: I was as dark as a heathen until Christie came
• 2:07:56
  Speaker 1: to me and read to me out of his Bible
• 2:07:58
  Speaker 1: and talked to me of Jesus and put her off.
• 2:08:00
  Speaker 1: It's all so clear to me, and now I know
• 2:08:02
  Speaker 1: that my sins are forgiven, and very soon the Lord
• 2:08:04
  Speaker 1: will take me home. And oh dear, how nice it
• 2:08:07
  Speaker 1: will be when in the snow dress of the reading
• 2:08:15
  Speaker 1: I stand fallless and stingless, faultless and stingless, safe in
• 2:08:24
  Speaker 1: that hapyland. I see that Missus White and knows you're him, Christie,
• 2:08:31
  Speaker 1: said missus Villiers, Yes, said Christie. I toudded her a
• 2:08:33
  Speaker 1: long time ago, and she's as fond of it as
• 2:08:35
  Speaker 1: my old master was. After a little more conversation, missus
• 2:08:40
  Speaker 1: Villiers took her lead, and Christy continued his rounded visits.
• 2:08:43
  Speaker 1: All that long sultry afternoon he toiled on, climbing dark staircases,
• 2:08:47
  Speaker 1: going down too damp cellars, visiting crowded lodging places, and
• 2:08:50
  Speaker 1: everywhere else he went, dropping seeds of the Word of life,
• 2:08:53
  Speaker 1: sweet words from the book of books, suited to the
• 2:08:55
  Speaker 1: hearts of those with whom he went for. In that book,
• 2:09:00
  Speaker 1: Christie found there was a word for every need and
• 2:09:02
  Speaker 1: a message for every soul. There was peace for the
• 2:09:05
  Speaker 1: sin burdened, comfort for the sorrowful, rest for the weary,
• 2:09:09
  Speaker 1: counsel for the perplexed, and hope for the dying. And
• 2:09:12
  Speaker 1: Christie always prayed before he went out that God's Holy
• 2:09:15
  Speaker 1: Spirit would give him the right word for each one
• 2:09:17
  Speaker 1: whom he went to see. And as he knocked at
• 2:09:20
  Speaker 1: the door of a house, he always lifted up his
• 2:09:22
  Speaker 1: heart in a solemn prayer, something like this, Thou Lord,
• 2:09:25
  Speaker 1: which knows the hearts of all men, give me the
• 2:09:27
  Speaker 1: opportunity of saying something for thee, and please let me
• 2:09:30
  Speaker 1: use it and show me how to say the right word.
• 2:09:33
  Speaker 1: And so it was no wonder that God blessed him.
• 2:09:35
  Speaker 1: It was no wonder that wherever he went, christ did
• 2:09:38
  Speaker 1: not only find opportunities of doing good, but was able
• 2:09:40
  Speaker 1: to use those opportunities to the best advantage. It was
• 2:09:43
  Speaker 1: no wonder that when people were ill, they always sent
• 2:09:45
  Speaker 1: for the young scripture reader to read and pray with them.
• 2:09:48
  Speaker 1: It was no wonder that the little children loved him,
• 2:09:50
  Speaker 1: or that the poor tired mothers were glad to sit
• 2:09:52
  Speaker 1: down for a few minutes to hear him raaise words
• 2:09:54
  Speaker 1: of comfort from the Book of Life. It was no
• 2:09:57
  Speaker 1: wonder that all day long Christie found work to do
• 2:09:59
  Speaker 1: for the Master and souls waiting to receive the Master's message.
• 2:10:03
  Speaker 1: He was generally very tired when he went home at night.
• 2:10:05
  Speaker 1: But he did not mind this, for he never forgot
• 2:10:08
  Speaker 1: Old Tuffy's sorrow. A few days before he died, because
• 2:10:11
  Speaker 1: he had only a week left in which to show
• 2:10:14
  Speaker 1: his love to his savior, and Christie thanked God every
• 2:10:17
  Speaker 1: day that he had given to him the honor and
• 2:10:18
  Speaker 1: privilege of working for him. Christie lodged in the Quiet street,
• 2:10:23
  Speaker 1: not far from Ivy Court. He used to live some
• 2:10:25
  Speaker 1: way in the town, for he liked to have a
• 2:10:27
  Speaker 1: walk after his day's work. But he found the poor
• 2:10:29
  Speaker 1: people often wanted him for different things in the evening
• 2:10:32
  Speaker 1: and at other times, and so we removed nearer to
• 2:10:34
  Speaker 1: them and nearer to his work, and very often they
• 2:10:36
  Speaker 1: would come to with their troubles and sit in his
• 2:10:38
  Speaker 1: little room pouring out their grief. The young men especially
• 2:10:42
  Speaker 1: were very glad to come to Christie's lodging to have
• 2:10:44
  Speaker 1: a talk with him, And once a week Christie had
• 2:10:46
  Speaker 1: a little prayer meeting there, to which many of them came,
• 2:10:48
  Speaker 1: and they found it a great help on their way
• 2:10:50
  Speaker 1: to heaven. When Christie opened the door of his lodging
• 2:10:53
  Speaker 1: on the day of which I am writing, he heard
• 2:10:55
  Speaker 1: a sound which very much surprised him. It was the
• 2:10:58
  Speaker 1: sound of his old barrel organ, and was playing few
• 2:11:00
  Speaker 1: nights of Home, Sweet Home. He wondered much who could
• 2:11:02
  Speaker 1: be turning it, for he had forbidden the landlady's children
• 2:11:05
  Speaker 1: to touch it, except when he was present to see
• 2:11:07
  Speaker 1: that no harm came to it. He sometimes smiled to
• 2:11:10
  Speaker 1: himself at his care of the old organ. It reminded
• 2:11:12
  Speaker 1: him of the days when he had first played it,
• 2:11:14
  Speaker 1: Befold Tuffy standing by him and looking over his shoulder, saying,
• 2:11:17
  Speaker 1: in an anxious voice, turn he gently, Christie, boy, turner gently.
• 2:11:22
  Speaker 1: And now he was almost as careful of it as
• 2:11:23
  Speaker 1: Truffy himself, and he would not, on any account have
• 2:11:26
  Speaker 1: it injured. And so he hastened upstairs to see who
• 2:11:29
  Speaker 1: it could be that was turney. This morning, on his
• 2:11:31
  Speaker 1: way he met his landlady, who said that a gentleman
• 2:11:34
  Speaker 1: was waiting for him in his parlor, who seemed very
• 2:11:36
  Speaker 1: anxious to see him, and had been sitting there for
• 2:11:38
  Speaker 1: some time. And when Christie opened the door, who should
• 2:11:40
  Speaker 1: be turning the barrel organ but his old friend, mister Wilton.
• 2:11:44
  Speaker 1: They had not met for many years, for mister Wilton
• 2:11:47
  Speaker 1: had settled in another part of England, where he was
• 2:11:49
  Speaker 1: preaching the same truth as he had once preached in
• 2:11:51
  Speaker 1: the little mission room. But he had come to spend
• 2:11:53
  Speaker 1: his Sunday in the scene of his former labors, and
• 2:11:56
  Speaker 1: he was very anxious to know how his friend Christie
• 2:11:58
  Speaker 1: was getting on, and whether he was still working for
• 2:12:00
  Speaker 1: the Savior and still looking forward to the Home Sweet Home.
• 2:12:04
  Speaker 1: It was a very affectionate meeting between mister Wilton and
• 2:12:06
  Speaker 1: his young friend. They had much to talk about, not
• 2:12:09
  Speaker 1: having seen each other for so long. So you still
• 2:12:12
  Speaker 1: love the old organ, Christie, said mister Welton, looking down
• 2:12:14
  Speaker 1: at the faded self. Wi, she's even more colorless than
• 2:12:17
  Speaker 1: had been in Treffy's days. Yes, sir, said Christy. I
• 2:12:20
  Speaker 1: could never part with it. I promise my old master
• 2:12:23
  Speaker 1: that I never would, and it was his dying gift
• 2:12:25
  Speaker 1: to me. And often now when I hear the notes
• 2:12:28
  Speaker 1: of Home Sweet Home, it takes my thoughts to old Treffy,
• 2:12:31
  Speaker 1: and I think what a happy time he must have
• 2:12:32
  Speaker 1: had in this city bright all these fifteen years. Do
• 2:12:36
  Speaker 1: you remember how you used to want to go there too, Christie, Yes,
• 2:12:39
  Speaker 1: mister Wilton, and I don't want it any the less now,
• 2:12:41
  Speaker 1: but still I should like to live some years longer
• 2:12:43
  Speaker 1: if it is his will. There is so much to
• 2:12:45
  Speaker 1: do when the world isn't there, sir, and what I
• 2:12:47
  Speaker 1: do only seems to me like a drop in the ocean.
• 2:12:50
  Speaker 1: When I look at the hundreds of people there are
• 2:12:52
  Speaker 1: in these crowded courts, I can almost cry sometimes when
• 2:12:55
  Speaker 1: I feel how little I can reach them. Yes, Christie,
• 2:12:58
  Speaker 1: said mister Wilton, there is a great deal to do,
• 2:13:00
  Speaker 1: and we can all do a tenth part. We read
• 2:13:01
  Speaker 1: a thousandth part of what there is to do. We
• 2:13:04
  Speaker 1: must drived after it is the dear Master may be
• 2:13:06
  Speaker 1: able to see of each of us he has done
• 2:13:08
  Speaker 1: what he could. Then mister Wilton and Christie knelt down
• 2:13:12
  Speaker 1: and prayed that God would give Christie a blessing on
• 2:13:14
  Speaker 1: his work and would enable him to lead many of
• 2:13:16
  Speaker 1: the people in the courts and lanes of that wretched
• 2:13:18
  Speaker 1: neighborhood to come to Jesus, that they might find a
• 2:13:21
  Speaker 1: home in that city where Treffy was gone before end
• 2:13:24
  Speaker 1: of chapter thirteen, Chapter fourteen of Christie's Old Organ by
• 2:13:35
  Speaker 1: missus O. F.
• 2:13:36
  Speaker 2: Walton.
• 2:13:36
  Speaker 1: This libri box recording is in the public domain. Recording
• 2:13:40
  Speaker 1: by Esteban Semonides, Chapter fourteen, Home Sweet Home, At last
• 2:13:46
  Speaker 1: it was Sunday evening, and Christie was once more in
• 2:13:49
  Speaker 1: the little mission room, but not now as a poor
• 2:13:52
  Speaker 1: ragged boy sitting on the front bench and in danger
• 2:13:54
  Speaker 1: of being turned out by the woman who lighted the
• 2:13:56
  Speaker 1: gas lamps. She would not dream of turning Christie out now,
• 2:14:00
  Speaker 1: for the young scripture reader was a well known man
• 2:14:02
  Speaker 1: in the district. He was always there early before any
• 2:14:05
  Speaker 1: of the people arrived, and he used to stand the
• 2:14:07
  Speaker 1: door and welcome each one as they came in, helping
• 2:14:10
  Speaker 1: the old men and women sha their seats, and looking
• 2:14:12
  Speaker 1: out anxiously for those whom he had invited for the
• 2:14:15
  Speaker 1: first time during the week. And if any little ragged
• 2:14:18
  Speaker 1: boys stole in and seemed inclined to listen, Christy took
• 2:14:22
  Speaker 1: petual care of them, for he had not forgotten the
• 2:14:24
  Speaker 1: day when he had first come to that very room,
• 2:14:27
  Speaker 1: longing to hear a word of comfort to tell his
• 2:14:29
  Speaker 1: old master. Mister Wilton was to take the service to night,
• 2:14:32
  Speaker 1: and Christy had been busy all the afternoon giving special
• 2:14:35
  Speaker 1: invitations to the people to be present, for he wanted
• 2:14:38
  Speaker 1: them very much to hear his dear friend. The mission
• 2:14:41
  Speaker 1: room was quite full when mister Wilton entered it. How
• 2:14:44
  Speaker 1: it rejoiced him to see Christie going about among the
• 2:14:47
  Speaker 1: people with a kind word for each, and handing them
• 2:14:49
  Speaker 1: the small hymn books from which they were to sing. Come,
• 2:14:53
  Speaker 1: for all things are now ready. That was mister Wilton's text.
• 2:14:57
  Speaker 1: How still the mission room was, and how earnestly all
• 2:14:59
  Speaker 1: the people was to the sermon. The clergyman first spoke
• 2:15:03
  Speaker 1: of the marriage fast in the parable, so carefully spread,
• 2:15:06
  Speaker 1: so kindly prepared, already there, and yet no one would come.
• 2:15:10
  Speaker 1: There were excuses on all sides. Everyone was too busy
• 2:15:13
  Speaker 1: or too idle to attend to the invitation. No one
• 2:15:16
  Speaker 1: was ready to obey that gracious Come. And then mister
• 2:15:19
  Speaker 1: Welton spoke of Jesus and how he had made all
• 2:15:22
  Speaker 1: things ready for us, and how pardon is ready, and
• 2:15:24
  Speaker 1: peace is ready, the father's arms ready to receive us,
• 2:15:28
  Speaker 1: the Father's love ready to welcome us a home, and
• 2:15:31
  Speaker 1: Heaven ready prepared for us. That he said was God's
• 2:15:34
  Speaker 1: part of the matter. And what, my dear friends, he
• 2:15:37
  Speaker 1: went on, is our part. Come. Come, for all things
• 2:15:40
  Speaker 1: are not ready. Come, You have only to come and
• 2:15:43
  Speaker 1: take You have only to receive this love. Come, sinstant
• 2:15:46
  Speaker 1: and soul. Come, weary one, Come, for all things are
• 2:15:49
  Speaker 1: now ready, now ready. There is a great deal in
• 2:15:52
  Speaker 1: that word. Now it means to night, this very Sunday,
• 2:15:55
  Speaker 1: not next year or next week, not tomorrow, but now
• 2:15:59
  Speaker 1: all things are now ready. God has done all he can,
• 2:16:03
  Speaker 1: he can do no more, And he says to you, come,
• 2:16:06
  Speaker 1: Will you not come? Are God's good things not worth having?
• 2:16:09
  Speaker 1: Would you not like to lie down to sleep feeling
• 2:16:11
  Speaker 1: that you were forgiven? Would you not like one day
• 2:16:14
  Speaker 1: to sit down to the marriage supper of the Lamb? Oh?
• 2:16:17
  Speaker 1: What a day that will be, said mister Welton. As
• 2:16:20
  Speaker 1: he ended his sermon. Saint John caught a glimpse of
• 2:16:22
  Speaker 1: its glory amidst the wonderful sights he was permitted to see.
• 2:16:25
  Speaker 1: And so important was it, so good, so especially beautiful,
• 2:16:29
  Speaker 1: that the angel seems to have stopped him that Saint
• 2:16:31
  Speaker 1: John might write it down at once. Wait a minute,
• 2:16:34
  Speaker 1: don't go any farther. Take out your book and make
• 2:16:37
  Speaker 1: a note of that.
• 2:16:38
  Speaker 4: Right.
• 2:16:38
  Speaker 1: Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper
• 2:16:41
  Speaker 1: of the Lamb? Are you one of those blessed ones?
• 2:16:44
  Speaker 1: Asked the clergyman. Are you washed in the blood of
• 2:16:47
  Speaker 1: the Lamb. Will you sit down to that supper? Have
• 2:16:49
  Speaker 1: you a right to enter into home? Sweet home? I
• 2:16:52
  Speaker 1: know not what is your answer to these questions, But
• 2:16:54
  Speaker 1: if you cannot answer me now, how will you in
• 2:16:57
  Speaker 1: that day answer the great searcher of hearts? And with
• 2:17:01
  Speaker 1: this question the sermon ended, and the congregation left those
• 2:17:04
  Speaker 1: of them who had known mister Wilton still lingering behind
• 2:17:07
  Speaker 1: to shake hands with him and to get a parting
• 2:17:09
  Speaker 1: word of counsel or comfort. Christie walked home by the
• 2:17:13
  Speaker 1: clergyman's side and no, Christie said, missus Wilton, do you
• 2:17:17
  Speaker 1: think you can be ready to start with me tomorrow
• 2:17:18
  Speaker 1: morning at eight o'clock? To start with you, sir, repeated Christie. Yes, Christy,
• 2:17:24
  Speaker 1: you have had hard work lately, and I have asked
• 2:17:26
  Speaker 1: leave for mister Villiers to take you home with me
• 2:17:28
  Speaker 1: that you may have a little country air and quiet rest.
• 2:17:30
  Speaker 1: I'm sure will not be lost time, Christie. You love
• 2:17:32
  Speaker 1: time for quiet reading and prayer, and will be able
• 2:17:35
  Speaker 1: to gain strength and freshness for future work. Well, do
• 2:17:37
  Speaker 1: you think you can be ready in time? Christie thought
• 2:17:40
  Speaker 1: there was no fear of his being late. He thanked
• 2:17:43
  Speaker 1: mister Wilton with a voice full of feeling, for it's
• 2:17:45
  Speaker 1: sometimes longed very much for a little pause in his
• 2:17:47
  Speaker 1: busy life, And the next day found Christy and mister
• 2:17:50
  Speaker 1: Wilton rapidly traveling toward the quiet country village in which
• 2:17:54
  Speaker 1: mister Wilton's church was to be found. What was the
• 2:17:57
  Speaker 1: result of that visit may be gathered from the following
• 2:17:59
  Speaker 1: extra taken from a letter written by Christy to mister
• 2:18:03
  Speaker 1: Wilton some months later. I promised you that I would
• 2:18:07
  Speaker 1: let you know about our little home. It is, I think,
• 2:18:11
  Speaker 1: one of the happiest to be found in this world.
• 2:18:13
  Speaker 1: I shall always bless God that I came to your
• 2:18:15
  Speaker 1: village and met my dear little wife. At last, I
• 2:18:19
  Speaker 1: have a home, sweet home of my own. We are
• 2:18:21
  Speaker 1: so happy together. When I come home for my work,
• 2:18:23
  Speaker 1: I always see her watching for me, and she has
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  Speaker 1: everything ready for me. And the evenings we spend together
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  Speaker 1: are very quiet and peaceful. Nellie likes to hear all
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  Speaker 1: about my visits during the day, and the poor people
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  Speaker 1: are already so fond of her. They come to her
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  Speaker 1: in all their troubles. And we find out such a
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  Speaker 1: comfort to be able to pray together for those in
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  Speaker 1: whom we are interested, and together to take them to
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  Speaker 1: the Savior. Our little home is so bright and cheerful.
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  Speaker 1: I wish she could have seen it. On the evening
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  Speaker 1: on which we arrived, Missus Villiers had made all ready
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  Speaker 1: for us, and with her own hand had put on
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  Speaker 1: the tea table a lovely bunch of snowdrops and dark
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  Speaker 1: myrtle leaves. And I need not tell you that they
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  Speaker 1: are reminded me of little bit she had given me
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  Speaker 1: when she was little miss Mabel, and when she taught
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  Speaker 1: me that prayer, which I've never forgotten. Wash me and
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  Speaker 1: I shall be whited in snow. And now, dear mister Wilton,
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  Speaker 1: you may think of Nelly and me as living together
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  Speaker 1: in love and happiness, and the dear little earthly home,
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  Speaker 1: yet still looking forward to the eternal home above, are
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  Speaker 1: true our best, our brightest home, sweet home.
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  Speaker 3: There is a city bride closed off it's gates.
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  Speaker 2: Tuessin not that defileth, Not that defileth.
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  Speaker 3: Can ever and and save your I come to thee
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  Speaker 3: Oh Lamb of God.
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  Speaker 1: I pray.
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  Speaker 3: Cleanse me and save me, cleanse me, and save me
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  Speaker 3: at all my sins. Oh way, Lord, make me from
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  Speaker 3: this hour, thy loveing child.
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  Speaker 1: To be.
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  Speaker 3: Kept by Thy power, kept by Thy power, from all
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  Speaker 3: that grieve ethy, till in the snowy dress of thy
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  Speaker 3: redeemed I stand fatless and stainless, faultless and stainless, save
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  Speaker 3: in that have be land.
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  Speaker 1: End of Chapter fourteen recording by Esterbin Semnities. End of
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  Speaker 1: Christie's Old Organ by missus O. F.
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  Speaker 2: Walton