Weekly Trinity journal., 1877-06-02
A SERENADE.

A SERENADE.
c. Claude Culpepper came down from
Dayton Wednesday evening with an in
teution. During the bright Lexington Of
youth he had met Baymiler-street
belle who smote him heart and SOUL
Mr.. Culpepper's intention in coming to
Cincinnati was TO serenade his love. So,
gathering a quartette of bis tuneful
friends, he started Wednesday evening
for the house of his hearts idol. 1t was
II o'clock when the boys anchored under
the window of what G. Claude believed
was the shetering fold of his dear lamb.
1t wasn't, however. He had made mis-
take Of one hundred in numbering the
houses, and il was John Sanscript's hum
Die abode that was about TO be favored
with the serenade. John, however, is
one of those misanthrOpic men who never
seem to recognize favor when they meet
one and when he was awakened from
his slumbers by "Don't you remember
sweet Alice Ben Bolt ?" sung in one
treble, one tenor, two bases and four keys
be was, to draw it mild, rufled in his
temper. Mrs. Sanscript heard the melo-
dy, too, and whispered:
"Them's serenaders."
"I'll serenade them," snared John,
getting up, opening the blinds slyly and
lo,I.ipr doy1 ,,,on thu obo,;stors Iolo.a
"What in the name Of the Numidan
lion are you going to Go, Sanscript ?"
asked Mrs. S. rather uneasily.
"Just wait and see," said he, gathering
up An armful Of boots and laying them
down handy near the window.
Just then the boys tuned up on
''ThOu art so near and yet so far"
"Not so tar as you imagine" growled
Sanscrip, as he dumped the coal from the
scuttle conveniently by the window.
Then he tugged the brimming slop buck
ct across the room and added it to the ar
mory just as the gay gamboliers switched
of into
What has a poor girl
Dut ncf Maine TO dOiend nor =
"She sometimes finds her father does
that pleasing duty" muttered the des-
perate man. The beys were singing
medley, and while Sanscript was gather
ing in the tongs and shovcls they began
to warble:
my heart is broke, God knows it is :"
"And your heads will be in the same
condition when | get through with you,"
painted the avenger. Then he added the
family Bible and Webster's Unabridged
Dictionary to the pile of missiles by the
window at the very moment there floated
up from below
Il shall nc'er forget the day."
Nor will you ever forget the night
when you came to serenade my house."
smiled the old man, reaching for the
coal oil can.
"0h, my heart is gone"
sang the boys under the window.
'Ies, and if you saw me piling up
these bricks from the fire place you'd
follow your hearts mighty d. g."
Thou art sleeping my love,
Thou art sleeping"
chimed the quartette.
"l'l be II if i am" declared San
script, as he scooped up the hair brushes
and toilet set from the dressing case.
While he was toting the ottoman across
the room the boys pitched into
Don't forget your little darling"
"Oh, I'll not forget you, never fear,
and you won't forget me either after I'm
through with YOU"
open tho window, my sweet one,"
sang the ehoristers.
"Damme if l don't" grinned San
script, as he added painful of ashes to
the pile of destruction by the window.
"Come birdie, come"
I'm coming, you yelping hounds"
yelled the old man, thrustng his head
out Of the window. 1t took him only
ten seconds Of standard time to pitch
boots shoes, coal, hair brushes, books,
toilet sets, ottoman, slops, ashes and all
upon the heads of the horror-stricken
sereRaders below. Before the quartette
realized the situation, the storm was over.
They all survived, but were numerically
demoralizod. And when a voice came
from above, articulating in the key of j
the one word "git," they got Cincinnati
Enquirer.