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Mrs. Bach, walking in the street, heard the music and entered the church. Passing up the stair, she drew a stool from a shadowy corner and sat down to listen and enjoy.

Sebastian welcomed her with a nod and smile, for the sympathy of his sister-in-law was his daily

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One number after another he played, and the harmonies swelling from the organ at touch of his flying fingers vibrated through the sacred place from threshold to chancel.

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“Again, again, again,” thundered the organist; “again you have stolen my book, despite your promise!”

Sebastian struggled to his feet, and confronted his accuser quietly.

“I have not stolen your book. This one is mine.”

“Yours,” sneered Christoff; “pray, where did you get a book of Pachelbel’s fugues?”

[Pg 40]

Further concealment was useless, now that his brother had discovered the existence of his manuscript, so Sebastian in a few words told the story of his painful and valiant achievement.

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“Christoff, husband!” cried Mrs. Bach, her voice breaking into sobs; “do not be so cruel as to take his book away. He has worked so long, so hard—”

She ended her defence abruptly as her eyes fell upon the boy.

[Pg 41]

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