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and rest at each flight of stairs and he fell to his knees just as he reached the attic door.
He sat there and rested awhile, then caught hold of the doorknob and raised himself to his feet.
A quaint little white-haired woman greeted him with a cheery smile as he entered, then, seeing his sad face, she turned her head and tears came to her eyes.
"Honey!" the little old man sobbed, as he stumbled towards her chair and fell to his knees before her, burying his face in her lap.
Neither could say a word for a long time, then the little old man told her he had been unable to make a single penny by playing.
"No one cares to hear an old man play the violin!" he said. "No one cares that we go hungry and cold! And I can still play," he added fiercely, "just as well as ever I could! Listen to this!" and the little old man stood up and drew his bow across the violin strings in a sure, fiery manner, so that the lamp chimney rattled and sang with the vibrations of the strings. |
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