At this moment something stirs in the dim shadows that shroud the corner up above the fire-place. There will be many gifts! No, she's making the Sign of the Cross. He talks on half to her, half to himself All the world is there, the village folk, and strangers from afar, great court folk, too, aye, and the King, pur King! In 1894-95 he was instructor in English at Columbian now George Washington University; in 1896-97 assistant in English at Harvard; and in 1898-99 senior fellow in English at the University of Pennsylvania. As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. The person then rises, and steps back to his appointed place to the left or right of the altar, coming to a standstill just as the music ends. Pointing out the window Look, by the dead pine yonder, an old woman facing us, kneeling in the snow, see? This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. The rich man rises, looking bewildered at his failure, crosses to the right and stands near the altar as the pageant moves on.
This was no Bible miracle, it happened there, there, where we see the lights, hundreds of years ago. In a low almost frightened tone Steen, come here! There was no eloquent wrap-up to bring the story full circle. Her voice has grown young and strong. The scene is laid in a peasant's hut on the edge of a forest near a cathedral town. As he prays, a faint light begins to grow behind him. The children and Bertel can wear their own plain soft low-heeled slippers. Give a moment of darkness during which the back wall of the hut is replaced, and the old woman slips out of the nearest opening in the scenery.
To view it, I'm sorry I read this book! Holger a slender boy some four years older, bends over Steen patting him comfortingly on the shoulder. It may be presented by amateurs upon payment of the following royalties: 1. The smoke-grimed back wall of the hut has vanished and in its place appears a vision of the cathedral chancel. He studied at Rollins College in Winter Park, Florida, and at the University of Pennsylvania, from which he graduated in 1894 with a Ph. Leave her and come on.
Gifts to be put on the altar. And for all these years not one thing has been laid upon the altar good enough to make the chimes ring out. He is a jolly robust peasant uncle of early middle life, clad in rough gray jerkin and hose, with a dark gray cloak wrapped about him. They say—that to-night in the great church—when the offerings are laid upon the altar for the Christ child,— something will happen! The scene is laid in a peasant's hut on the edge of a forest near a cathedral town. It would be difficult to replace this finale except by other music written for the purpose. Here is an opportunity for de lightful study and the exercise of the highest artistic ability. Three large nails or wooden pegs in the walls strong enough to hold things, one on each side of the fire-place and one near the door.
He so radiates cheer that the room seems warmer for his presence in it. At this moment there comes the distant sound of organ music. They are said to ring on Christmas Eve when the gifts are laid on the altar for the Christ-child, but not every offer ing will ring them, it must be a perfect gift. Gazing at the vision Look, look what comes! It's cold in the forest to- night! The extra shawl Holger puts around the old woman. And come before it is to-morrow! He is a jolly robust peasant uncle of early middle life, clad in rough gray jerkin and hose, with a dark gray cloak wrapped about him. Still there is no sound save the organ music and the singing of the choir, subdued almost to a breath as the gifts are offered.
Patting his arm Dear Uncle Bertel! But what has that to do with the chimes? Against this background, and in the center of the space, place the altar. Inasmuch as you have done it unto one of the least of these His Brethern, you have done it unto Him! Feels in his pocket and brings out two pennies See! Clinging to him, happily Oh, Uncle, Uncle, Uncle Bertel! We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. Other groups of amateurs have given it in Arlington, Massachusetts, Los Angeles, California and in Honolulu. Go, of course we'll go, she'll warm her self and march along. If the fire-place cannot be made, then a charcoal brazier will serve as an excuse for light and give a sense of warmth to the scene. Taste and careful experimentation not money secure the best results.
It is a dark low-raftered room lit only by the glowing wood fire in the great fireplace in the wall to the right, and by a faint moonlight that steals in through the little window high in the left wall. If we should all go now, the fire would go out and the light, and she would wake up in the cold darkness and not know where to turn for help. The music is perhaps the most important single element in the play. Breaking in with eagerness Oh, I have, see, Uncle? The details can then be worked out in harmony with the more important factors. Backing from the door The old woman! Draws the stool nearer the fire and sits, the children promptly drop on the floor beside him J5y our Lady, yes! The music still rings softly But the Chimes! The only entrance into the hut is the front door near the window.
There isn't a place on the road, they Ve all gone to town long ago. There is a pause, then the light on the hearth flares up revealing the boy alone, still on his knees, looking up bewildered at the back wall of the hut, where the vision had been. An old white haired man clad in a scholar's robes totters on, bearing with difficulty a large vellum bound book. Near the door Holger's cap and cape hang from a third peg. From the time that the music begins, it, with the pantomimic action of the actors is all sufficient to interpret the mood and meaning of the scene.