THE GOLDEN TREASURE [4]
an album for famous locks
of hair, wholly and solely that she might beg a lock of his rich
splendid hair, that treasure, that golden treasure.
And the son came into the poor room of the drummer, elegant as a
prince, happier than a king. His eyes were as clear and his face was
as radiant as sunshine; and he held his mother in his arms, and she
kissed his mouth, and wept as blissfully as any one can weep for
joy; and he nodded at every old piece of furniture in the room, at the
cupboard with the tea-cups, and at the flower-vase. He nodded at the
sleeping-bench, where he had slept as a little boy; but the old
Fire-drum he brought out, and dragged it into the middle of the
room, and said to it and to his mother:
"My father would have beaten a famous roll this evening. Now I
must do it!"
And he beat a thundering roll-call on the instrument, and the Drum
felt so highly honored that the parchment burst with exultation.
"He has a splendid touch!" said the Drum. "I've a remembrance of
him now that will last. I expect that the same thing will happen to
his mother, from pure joy over her golden treasure."
And this is the story of the Golden Treasure.
THE END
.
of hair, wholly and solely that she might beg a lock of his rich
splendid hair, that treasure, that golden treasure.
And the son came into the poor room of the drummer, elegant as a
prince, happier than a king. His eyes were as clear and his face was
as radiant as sunshine; and he held his mother in his arms, and she
kissed his mouth, and wept as blissfully as any one can weep for
joy; and he nodded at every old piece of furniture in the room, at the
cupboard with the tea-cups, and at the flower-vase. He nodded at the
sleeping-bench, where he had slept as a little boy; but the old
Fire-drum he brought out, and dragged it into the middle of the
room, and said to it and to his mother:
"My father would have beaten a famous roll this evening. Now I
must do it!"
And he beat a thundering roll-call on the instrument, and the Drum
felt so highly honored that the parchment burst with exultation.
"He has a splendid touch!" said the Drum. "I've a remembrance of
him now that will last. I expect that the same thing will happen to
his mother, from pure joy over her golden treasure."
And this is the story of the Golden Treasure.
THE END
.