This story is one of my favorites .
It was the year 1880, Mt. Pleasant saints were having the greatest 24th of July celebrathion they had ever had. It was to be held in the bowery with songs, recitation and orations. But the crowning glory and most exciting part of the program was a contest between Mt. Pleasant's two musicians playing violins. John Waldemar and James Hansen were the contestants. John was also a well-trained and outstanding violinist.
John lived with his family on his farm several miles north of Mt. Pleasant city limits. James lived with his family in the large home on Main Street. He was a very serious man, but he could be jolly. This mood came to him only when he did the thing he loved best and which he could do best--his music, more especially his violin. John made his brags to James. He had new music that he was perfecting for the contest. This was depressing to James. New music for this frontier country was unheard of. He had used all the music and melodies that he had brought with him from the old country.
Then an idea struck this Danish musician. It was a long way to the Waldemar farm, but that would not stop him. On the evening when James felt that John's farm work was finished and he would be practicing, he rode his horse to the Waldemar farm. He crawled close to the open window where he could hear the beautiful violin music filling the air. Intently he listened until he heard John close his violin case.
Upon returning to his own home, his remarkable ear and memory let him play John's beautiful new tune.
To make himself sure, he returned several nights. Soon he knew he could play the melody better than John could. He then went to work on John's music. He used his Danish training until his piece was presentable.
With much excitement the great day arrived. Everyone in the hamlet attended. Everyone was excited about the contest. The audience's applause would declare the winner. The violinist's drew cuts who should be first. It was John. Before the tense crowd, standing erect, John Waldemar began to play. His beautiful new music filled the bowery. Women used their handkerchiefs as the melody flowed on. How could any music excel John's!
James Hansen stepped to the platform. Silence filled the bowery. He lifted the instrument to his shoulder. With his right arm outstretched, he clutched the bow with his beautiful white hand. deftly he let it slide over the strings while the long fingers of his left hand precisely pressed them. What music! It was John's melody only in a haunting minor key enhanced by the vibrato of James' left hand. Then the mood changed. It was John's melody in a vivacious Danish polka, so rhythmical it was hard for the saints to keep their feet from stamping. After retruning to John's theme, James turned the music into a scherzo, a waltz with a brilliant pizzicato, finishing with a Danish mazurka.
The bowery rang with applause. There were whoops and hollers, with hats flying in the air, to the very hills. James had won the day! His innate ability, coupled with the training acquired in Denmark, won for him the coveted prize- - - - the esteem of his fellow saints.
The friendship of the two musicians was not changed, but never again did John Waldemar make brags before James Hansen.
Sent in by Evelyn Ireland