The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1875-06-29
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part"
"Oh, yes, indeed let me recollect N.Y.
self before long time
"A long time ago, you mean never
"a long time ago the boys sang soprano
part-'
''And dem there was Fraulein Frau
ein-..I remember. it mot now---Fraulein
von--...d DOM, era0ef ter. remember itsnot she
was very pretty little fraulein, but
know not il she is there now <5sa4%
'And don't you know anyone in the
choir whom you could ask %
He smiled.
s. only knew the Belgestreter. What
do you call him in English o.
''rhe blow.boy g.
"Yes, the blowing boy,..-and he sings
not.''
''Bring me your belgentretcr! Where
can find him. Where does. he live o.
.'''You takeoa fiacre to Francis, strassc,
get out at Seller strasse,.-- a very little
street, go to No. 6 or 7; go in door.
You come to a large court, then you ask
any one for old Fritz Schultze. lfhe is
not there he will be drinking keep some.
where else. If he is not drinking beer
he must be dead"
And left my informant smiling at his
own satirical fling at poor Schultz's
habits, and wondering, no doubt, what |
could want Of such humble personarc.
But European landlords are getting accus.
toned to eccentricities on the part of
their foreign guests. and their astonisll.
ment at the vagaries of all English speak
ing people has become petrifed in the
pretty epithct "verrrcls Englander,"-,-
Mad Englishmen,'-. they apply
to all of us indiscriminately.
1 followed nay directions, and soon
found myself at the place described. I
entered the doorway, and through that
passed to- the large court. A child in
quired of conducted me to the object of
my search. ,Schultze found, according to
prediction, in a low-ceiled room where a
dozen dosing men sat over their great
mugs Of beer. Schu,tze was pretty
old blow-boy, his hair being heavily frost
ca with gray. lie was also very obse.
quious old blow-boy. and snatchcd his
cap off quickly when spoke to him.
considered him remarkably in eligent a.
we'll, for he seemed to understand nv er-
rand at once. | gave him a gulden to
quicken his wits; he thercupon began to
talk as if he determined to give me twice
my moneys worth.
Well, although my knowledge of Wen
nese German was deplorable deficient,
managed to have quite an interview. His
communication, as nearly as | could make
it out, was as follows
'No, I'm afraid can't help you much,
sir. The fact is l don't know much
about what goes on in front of the organ
my business is behind. I crawl up a
dark stairway, that no one else ever
climbs, and get into little dark box inside
the organ. This is just about big enough
to turn around in, and there sit during
service, and see nobody and hear nothing
but confused rumble Of noise when the
organ plays. have my dungeon lighted
by little tallow dip, which enables me to
watch the tall-talc, and see that the bel
lows keeps full: | know the organist.
lie is a good but particular man. once
got asleep during the sermon,-which |
don't hear a word of. you know, sir,
and didn't wake up when the little bell
tinkled for me to begin. It was then
found out that the organist was partic-
ular man.; he insists Oh my keeping
awake all the time, listening for his little
bell" = e
And then he went on with other per.
personal "reminiscences, which threw no
light on my lady-love, her whereabouts,
or her charms; so left the garrulous
old fellow, baffled in my first attempt at
city.
went home, and said as little as pos
s'ble to my growing companion, who
was more sarcastic than ever on NV re-
turn about the unfruitful afternoon S
work. But the next morning, my Amer
lean pluck being thoroughly reused,
vigorously resumed my pursuit | learn
ed from old Schultze where the good but
particular organist lived, and thither be-
took myself. had invented wicked
but plausible story which would apollo
gize for my intrusion on this musical des-
pot; so when the venerable artist ap.
peared, asked him if he took pupils, and
what were his terms, adding that was
already considerably advanced in organ
playing lheaven forgive meD and was
thinking of pursuing my musical studies
ia Vienna. Twas politely received, and
got great deal Of information which I
had no use for, but finally succeeded in
leading him to the subject dearest to my
heart, and learned that the divine singer
was named. Fraulein .Maria-how did I
know it was going to be Maria, unless by
that infallible intuition which trusted
so implicit -Fraulein Maria Won Ham-
merschlag, which latter name was not
quite SO poetic as I could have wished