The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1875-06-10

details of the bold and unscrupulous
invasions of State and personal rights,
which damn the record of the party in
power. Nor is it necessary. They are
as of-told tales, and now patent to the
world. And they have created
throughout the land storm of dis
gust so potent that it will sweep the
miscreants from power as with a whirI-
wind.-S.- f Examiner.
OLD MEMORIES.
The Man with the Game Leg and the Organ
Grinder-PIay that Tune Again.
From the Detreit Free Press ...,s7.
Yesterday hand organist sat down
before house on Congress street and
began to turn out sweet melodies, bat
the first tune hadn't been finished
an odd-looking man about fifty years
old, having game leg and general
forlorn look, came along and halted in
front of the Italian.
"Now, that is sweet!" he said after
moment; "carries me right back to
the days when me and Hammer sat on
the hind stoop and squeeze hands and
told eur lsve." roa43zvsf - Z
"Op-era muzeek," replied the Ital-
ian, smiling at the enthusiasm Of his
audience. 81
"Wall, now, but it touches mo right
here" continued the man with the
game leg, laying his hand on his heart.
Il haven't felt so much like cryin' for
fourteen years before. Seems zif I
heard angels buzzing around in the
air."
He rested his game leg on horse
block, folded his arms, and his look
and attitude were that of man whose
heart was filled with sad thoughts and
painful memories. Just as the tears
were starting to his eyes the organist
moved the stop, increased the speed,
and "Captain Jinks" was merrily rat
tied off. sst 10:
"Some oder kind mu-zeek," he ex-
claimed, aud the handle hadn't made
four revolutions when the man with
the game leg began to smile. Then he
pushed his hat over on the side of his
head. Then he hltched up his trous-
ers, smiled some more, and exclaimed:
"By gum! if that 'ere tune don't
just make me hop all over!"
"Good mu-zeek," replied the Italian.
."Good! Why the darn thing is
heavenly! 1 believe if 1 was dyin' it
would stand me on end! I'd give
billion dollars if Hammer was alive
and could hear that!"
He stepped out, spit ON his hands,
and then waltzed up and down the
flags, his game leg f1epping around
like loose weather board, and his
hoarse voice bawling:
Ham Cabding Jinks
Her 'oss marbles. 5-s4+s -
While he was doing his level best ''
the musician touched the stop again
and the tune changed on to "Birdie,
Am Tired Now"
"Ah! that seoths me, that doesW
said the old man as he sat down or the
horse block. "Thats sunthin' more
to touch the heart and make me think
of my poor Hammer
"Vary sweet mu-zeek," remarked
the Italian. s2''
"Sweet! Great skies but it's melt
ing! I've known that tune for long
time, but never could sing it with.
out weeping. If had million of
dollars I'd buy hand organ and play
that tune straight along for six months 81
without stopping the crank!"
He put his hands over his face and
appeared agitated, and the italian
didn't seem to care whether he col
lecteda cent or not. He ground the
tune out, touched the stop, and re-
''Vary graa-de mu-zeek- dis time
hal" as
And Yankee Doodle" rolled from
he little square box like sheet
lightning sliding down the side OF
lay-stack.
"Great Concord!" yelled the man
With the game leg as the tune reach
ID ''Doodle Dandy" "held on a minute
ill 1 get this leg under me Thar-let
her come now" t=si ''-7' '-t
"WhoOdle, poodle. doodle-doo! 80
Hi. sky. doodle dandyI'' 1utai.-5 p
And he lcaped around, slapped the
Italian on the back, threw his hat on
he walk, and continued: s5.. Il.
"Snaix and reptilesi but don't that
une make glory stand right out like
mud on white hosse! 'Rah, for usw
The Italian saw that a crowd was
altering, and he broke the tune short
IT and sailed away en- the ssSuwanee
liver" .
The first strains Of the dear cid mel
dy had scarcely left the box when the
nan with the game leg leaned up
gainst tree box, wiped the sweat
rom his brew and said:
''There is something more to remind
le of my lost Hammer! Isn't that per-
ision for the hungry ssul, though,
What strains! What tears! What a
ulging of the heart !"
''Vary soft mu-seek," remarked the
Italian.
"Soft! My heavens! Man, if you'll
ay my beard I'll travel the whole
ountry over, and carry that organ,
Ist to hear you play that tuner
He reached out his arms, made mo-
ons as if drawing the. tune to his
reast, and whispered:
"G-lory When die let me die lis
,ning to them strains of sSuwanee
.iverY"
The crganist shouldered his box and
lOved on and the man with thc oan,e