The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-05-06
A Story of Ned Kendall.

The Milwaukee Journal of Commerce,
in noticing the death of James r. Ken.
dali, the noted clarionet player, tells a
story OF his brother, Ned Kendall, who
was as noted bugler. A New York
bugle-player, who had heard of Ned and
often of comparisons between his own
| and Ned's powers, had felt great desire
to hear him. Happening to be at a coun-
| try hotel where Ned was stopping one
| day, and seeing a bugle lying on the
| table, the New Yorker picked it up.
All" said he, "any of you play on this !"
Yes, | do little" said somew hat
thick-set, dark-complexioned man at the
| fire.
Play for parties, l supposeg"
Now and then when | get lob. ("
said the other, his eyes twinkling; do
you?"
Oh, | do little in my way" said
the New Yorker, with assumed indifier-
ence; and Selling the bugie he ran over
the scale, gave half dozen strains and
pretty snatches of melody that brought a
dozen or two listeners to the half-open
| door.
The dark man opened his eyes wider.
You are an excellent player" said he.
On, only $685." was the gratified and
somewhat pompous reply. 81 suppose
you don't go into much except dance
musics"
We'll, yes, little; Pm pretty good at
Initiating a thing l hear PLAYED once
| or twice." and he took up the instru-
ment and played the same strains the
other had performed, awkwardly and
with half dozen bitches and omis-
| sions.
Pretty good" said the New York bu-
| gler, "but you want practice and accent.
especially in solo playing
No doubt of it," said the dark man.
| Now, even in dance music there can
be vast deal of Ornamentation. said
the New Yorker, warming up with de-
sire to show off his skill before what he
thought an inferior player and the gath
| erlng group that the notes of the instru-
ment had already attracted Now the
Fishers Hornpipe' is lively tune, but
see what can he done with it," and he
took up the bugle and put the country
dance through a series of variations that
made the nerves of every foot whose
owner wGs within hearing Jingle with
electric thrills.
You can hardly follow that as well as
the scales, suppose" said the perform
er, laying down the instrument amid a
buzz of applause from his now augment
| ed audience.
Well, don't know about following
anybody, but | may give you my idea of
1t, said the dark accomplishment man, as
he took up the instrument.
Ii the first bar made the other PLAYER
start, the succeeding ones transfixed
hlm, as the performer executed strains
with correctness, skill and beauty that
he never heard extracted from bugle
before. The variations, trills, tones and
melody of the familiar old dance were
rendered into electric poetry as never be-
lore dreamed of, as they flowed from the
bell OF the instrument, and beneath the
skilliul manipulations and never-failipg
wind of the performer, who at the con-
clusion of his performance, amid roar
OF applause, remarked, with the same
sly twlnkling in his dark eye:
What do you think now"
Think" said the other, as he stood
with his eyes distended with astopish.
ment-" Think! why, that no living man
could have done that; you must be either
the devil or Ned Kendall"
Ned Kendall, and no devil" said the
player, as he grasped the others hand
extended tn him