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Why the chimes rang.By Raymond McAlden
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It was a poor woman, who had fallen just outside the city, too sick and
tired to get in where she might have found shelter. The soft snow made
of a drift a sort of pillow for her, and she would soon be so sound
asleep, in the wintry air, that no one could ever waken her again. All
this Pedro saw in a moment and he knelt down beside her and tried to
rouse her, even tugging at her arm a little, as though he would have
tried to carry her away. He turned her face toward him, so that he could
rub some of the snow on it, and when he had looked at her silently a
moment he stood up again, and said:
"It's no use, Little Brother. You will have to go on alone."
"Alone?" cried Little Brother. "And you not see the Christmas festival?"
"No," said Pedro, and he could not keep back a bit of a choking sound in
his throat. "See this poor woman. Her face looks like the Madonna in
the chapel window, and she will freeze to death if nobody cares for her.
Every one has gone to the church now, but when you come back you can
bring some one to help her. I will rub her to keep her from freezing,
and perhaps get her to eat the bun that is left in my pocket."
"But I cannot bear to leave you, and go on alone," said Little Brother.
"Both of us need not miss the service," said Pedro, "and it had better
be I than you. You can easily find your way to church; and you must see
and hear everything twice, Little Brother--once for you and once for me.
I am sure the Christ-Child must know how I should love to come with you
and worship Him; and oh! if you get a chance, Little Brother, to slip up
to the altar without getting in any one's way, take this little silver
piece of mine, and lay it down for my offering, when no one is looking.
Do not forget where you have left me, and forgive me for not going with
In this way he hurried Little Brother off to the city and winked hard
to keep back the tears, as he heard the crunching footsteps sounding
farther and farther away in the twilight. It was pretty hard to lose
the music and splendour of the Christmas celebration that he had been
planning for so long, and spend the time instead in that lonely place in
The great church was a wonderful place that night. Every one said that
it had never looked so bright and beautiful before. When the organ
played and the thousands of people sang, the walls shook with the sound,
and little Pedro, away outside the city wall, felt the earth tremble
At the close of the service came the procession with the offerings to be
laid on the altar. Rich men and great men marched proudly up to lay down
their gifts to the Christ-Child. Some brought wonderful jewels, some
baskets of gold so heavy that they could scarcely carry them down the
aisle. A great writer laid down a book that he had been making for years
and years. And last of all walked the king of the country, hoping with
all the rest to win for himself the chime of the Christmas bells. There
went a great murmur through the church as the people saw the king take
from his head the royal crown, all set with precious stones, and lay
it gleaming on the altar, as his offering to the Holy Child. "Surely,"
every one said, "we shall hear the bells now, for nothing like this has
ever happened before."
But still only the cold old wind was heard in the tower and the people
shook their heads; and some of them said, as they had before, that they
never really believed the story of the chimes, and doubted if they ever
rang at all.
The procession was over, and the choir began the closing hymn. Suddenly
the organist stopped playing; and every one looked at the old minister,
who was standing by the altar, holding up his hand for silence. Not a
sound could be heard from any one in the church, but as all the people
strained their ears to listen, there came softly, but distinctly,
swinging through the air, the sound of the chimes in the tower. So far
away, and yet so clear the music seemed--so much sweeter were the notes
than anything that had been heard before, rising and falling away up
there in the sky, that the people in the church sat for a moment as
still as though something held each of them by the shoulders. Then they
all stood up together and stared straight at the altar, to see what
great gift had awakened the long silent bells.
But all that the nearest of them saw was the childish figure of Little
Brother, who had crept softly down the aisle when no one was looking,
and had laid Pedro's little piece of silver on the altar.