The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1876-02-03

The Organ Grinder.

Pulaski into eestacies by his advent
amongst US, full panoplied with
greasy clothes and greasier straps,
bearing upon his hump a large sized
sugar chest organ, all vanished
and striped and fully qualified to
tear ordinary nerves into jimjams.
He went all over town and got the
people all crazy and the police stu
pefed, and then he proceeded to in
wade East Hill. He succeeded well
in making lunatics of all the citizens
by dropping down at their doors
and letting his Internal machine
loose, until at last he came to
house where all the people were so
fortunate as to be away from home.
He set up his machine demon on
his peg right at the front door, un-
covered it, and as a demoniacal
smile settled on his features, he let
in on the crank. The first thing he
called a tune, as the index indicated,
was "Silver threads among the
gold" and he twisted and tangled
up the threads of his tune till the
air screeched and the ivy on the
porch withered, and when he got
through you were forced to think
that"yarn strings among the pewter"
would have been more appropriate
name. But Notwithstanding the
bowling fierceness of the execrable
box, not a soul stirred in the house
and not nickel oozed out from un-
der the front door. "Py tam, wakes
'em oop dis dime," the engineer ex-
claimed, and he shifted the ratchet
and the index pointed to ''Sleeping,
l dream, love-" He spat upon his
paw and began to revolve the crank,
and the dream commenced. o howl
ing furies of Pandemonium, what
dream! A thousand and sixty-five
sleeping demons seemed to be snor-
ing through combs, accompanied by
a concert of little devils blowing
lacerated notes through battered
tin horns. This ceased and the air
calmed down as the dying notes
shrieked over the distant hill-tOps.
Not a sound in the house yet, and
the nickels continued more abund-
antly not to crawl out under the
door. "Sheemeny got! VOt ish
dot peoples shleep nit de day-time!' =
He peered in at the key hole and
ratified the door, and as he did so
an inside window trembled, and he
said: "Vaked oop dis dime, hey?
Now prings You oud O. dotr' He
arranged the aptitoot so that it
pointed to "the girl 1 left behind
me-" and lit in on the handle, and
Il notes began to rub against each
other and tangle themselves up into
little balls of insuferable anguish,
and finally raised the top off the box
and came out, and there was the gal
that got left. Such a gall Who
wouldn't leave her? Incarnate es
sence of excruciating blizzards how
that gal did try to catch up with
the fellow that was leaving her
Her voice was as the rasping ot
many saw-files and sweet as the
piercing shriekings of a greaseless
sorghum mill. The gate posts in the
back garden came up by the roots
and gave up the ghost and the rats
all came out from under the hous,
and went pell-mell into the well, anC
the slate on the roof curled up anC
refused to be comforted, and th,
grinder grinnea at the havoc, anC
quit, to give the people in the hous'
chance to put in. The shower o
nickels from under the door con
tinued faster and faster not to come
and the voices of the inmates la,
, still hushed and silent. "Mine go
: from himmell Ish dot peoples peel
deat!" He rested the tired oreal
up against the house and proceeded
to reconnoitre the premises. H
tried all the doors and windows 0
the house and crawled under tn
house and bumped his head u
against the floor, and echo answers
> ''bump." He went to the kitche
and looked in broken pane an,
I saw thirteen cats dead and min
more in the last stage Of spasms
q The trusty Watchdog lay curled u
!, under the step with ghastly gri
], upon his face, dead. He went t
J, the smokehouse and the meat wa
: all shrivelled till the grease ran ou
e under the door. The chicken-coo
4 was a scene of desolation, and th
!. stable roof was turned over at tb
e back of the calf lot, and there stoo
: the calf with the hair all scorche
e from his hide, trying to rid himse
of his misery by choking himse
with a cob. The author of this d,
struction turned to the house an
seized his organ and strapped
over his shoulders and walked oi
It muttering: "Dot sweet moosic NJ
wort so mooch as Won tam. d,
50 peoples viii shleep ven de shudi
At ment- day pillow te drumpet. com,
Is away nit dat tam down right no
n don't Iy'