Eastern Michigan University - Aurora Yearbook (Ypsilanti, MI)

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M2116 Qll3.I'tCtJlC. First Tenor-FRANK SHOWERMAN First BZISS-A'I.1L'l'ON Coorq. Second Tenor-J. A. VVIGGERS. Second Bass-STAxN1.13Y XVILSON

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The Story of 21 octurnc. HE incessant waves beat against the shore, with their rythmical rise and fall, the evening wind sighed mournfully through the dusky leaves of the olive trees. Standing in their massive shades, the crumbling walls of the old monas- tery showed dark and grim. Wfithin this an- cient, gray structure the light had nearly faded. The meager rays of the daylight, coming through the high western window, fell' upon the face of the organist as he sat with head uplifted, his fingers caressing the keys of the old, worm-eaten instrument. His face with its sunken eyes and hollow cheeks bore the unmistakable signs of disease, while his attitude and the music, which at his magic touch stole from the ancient organ, were but the expressions of the great melancholy which possessed him. llis friends had left him in the morning, promising to re- turn ere it was dark. They had not come, and he was alone. More and more gloomy and oppressive grew his thoughts, as the waves beat louder, and the rising wind moaned its way along. Suddenly as he sat there, a door at his right opened, and a sound as of chanting came to his ears. As he looked. a procession of monks, spirits of the departed inhabitants of the monastery. tiled past him across the dim vault, chant- ing as they went their Sante Deos. Slowly, slowly they passed by one by one, their solemn voices coming back to him as in a dream. The sound of their singing grew fainter and when the last one had disappeared in the dimness through the door across the chancel. the organist recalled himself to his surroundings with a shudder. The sad waves were still beating on the shore, the wind still mourned through the trees and again he was alone. Again his lingers drew from the organ the mournful strains, the unconscious expression of the feelings in his soul. His melancholy increased apaceg finally, he arose, went outside and locked seaward. Around the point coming up the little inlet, he saw a white sail moving slowly toward him. His friends were at last returning. As they came nearer and nearer their merry voices were borne to him across the still water. Al- most before he realized it, his melancholy slipped away from him. Life was still endurable, and a calmness min- gled with feelings of hope and safety, took possession of him. Some gray twilight time, when you are alone, take your Chopin book Hllfl play the Nocturne Op. 37, No. I and listen to this little story as told there by the music. H wzici, Ciaxkk, 'o5.

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