The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1873-05-31
A STORY OF THE MAESTRO JULIEN,
The Music in "a Coal Miner.


1t was the middle of July, 1853,
| when all London was stirred by the
grand ovation which had Just come off
| in honor of the g Lion Concert Giver, :"
| that tall, raw boned man might have
been seen walking down one of the mar
row streets of that foggy metropolis, al
ternatelv humming to himself little
snatches of melody, and stopping to
gaze at the signs over the doors. Pret-
ty soon he came to the music store of
Craner, Beale & Chapple, and strobe
heavily in, the large nails in the bot
tom of his shoes making music " in
that part of the town."
"Hallo, mum said he, in the
broad Yorkshire dialect, to tradesman
behind the counter, who was lntentlv ex-
aiming a new and beautiful engraving
that was designed as q frontispiece to
Julien's last polka, econ ye teal me if
Mr.. Julien's in 2"
emo, he is not, Sir. He left about
half an hour SINCE" said Mr.. Chapple
Gas he was the one addressed); and as
he replied, he raised his eyes from the
design and scanned the rough looking
person who stood before him. He was
coarsely clad, man of brawny limb,
with a complexion of that peculiar ashy
color, slightly begrimed with coal,
which indicated that he had toiled for
years beyond the light and warmth of
the sun.
"Wullee he ia again to-day 2" in
CURED the Yorkshireman.
mo, he will not-not before to-
morrow. Did you wish to see him 2"
"Wull, yeas aw wood loike to-" said
he, hesitatlngiy. "They talk summat
about hes gooin' to America" he con-
timed
Yes, he sails next week: but how
does that interest you?" said Mr..
Chapple, who began to be curious
about the motive that could prompt
such rough-looking customer to see
the man of immaculate kids and ire
proachable vest
I'd loike to ga over wi 'um," was
the reply.
LIKE to go over to America with
him! Pray, what good could you do
him ?" said Mr.. Chapple, with an ex-
preston as near contempt as was con
sistent with good breeding.
Wull, aw think aw Good do 'um
good deal o good" said he, with a
knowing twinkle of the eye.
How? You certainly do not look
like musician.
Wull, as to looks, thot's nowther
here nor there, but aw blow't ophic-
leide sum-they say whoam-betther
thon ony man i'll t'coonty."
"Ah, indeed What's your bust
ness2"
''Aw works in the cooal meme"
Yes; well, how much do you earn
in week r"
"Abcut saxteen shillin'. And then,
too, aw belong to brass bond, and we
make summat by glen van or two con-
-certs a week. -
81 think, sir, that Mr. Julien has
engaged all the help he wants, and will
not require your services" and the
music publisher, having satisfied his
curiosity, turned away to his business.
as if he had already spent too much
time to little purpose.
The 1orkshlreman very awkardly
scratched his head, and stood for mo-
ment, as if undecided what to do, but
at length took few steps toward the
end OF the counter, and, peeping over
Il tilt VI HuSlC, Deulnu winch Mr.
Chapple had taken refuge, said to
him
Perhaps We moight JUS loike to
hear me play bit. 'Gim yell gi' me
on instrument, anvil show We what aw
con do"
The request was so good-naturedly
made that Mr.. Chapple could hardly
refuse, SO he led him up stairs, and
gave him an old ophicIeide, which, af
ter moments inspection, he threw
down, loosely remarking:
"Gang ava wi yer ovid brass. |
Coon, mum, gle us good 'un"
Chapple obligingly complied The
Yorkshire man took the piece of shining
metal in his huge hands, that were |
hardened, cracked, and blackened with |
toll, and raised to his lips, PLAYED |
legato air with such purity of tone
and beauty of expression that it was
hard to tell which sentiment was
strongest IN the mind of the listener
surprise or delight. ''But all this may
be by rote," thought Mr.. Chappele.
:" Here, let me hear you play that"
said he, as he placed before him a
new and very difficult solo for the
ophicleide.