Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-11-17
isubenstein's Piano Playing.

Jud Brow MS Des cription Thereof.
''Jud, they say you heard Rubenstein
play wien you were in New York.
Well, tell as about it,"
What, me? nights well tell you
about the creation OF the world
Come, now; no mock modesty. Go
ahead
well, sir, he had the blandest, biggest,
cattycarn eredst pianner you ever laid
eyes on. Somethin' like distracted
billiard table On three legs. The lid was
h'jsted, and mighty well it was. If it
hadn't been, he'd a-torn the insldes clean
out, and scattered em to the four winds
Of heaven"
'Payed we'll, did hes"
You bet he did; but don't Interrupt
me. When he first set down he 'peared
to keer mighty little about play, and
whist he hadn't come. He tweedleleed-
led a little Oh the treble, and awocdle-
oodle le-oodle'd some ON the bass; Just
foolin' and boxin' the things jaws for
bein' in his way. And / says to man sit
tin next to me, s. I, what sort of fool
playin' is that? And he says 'Reesh! J
But presently his hand commenced chas-
in one mother up and down the keys,
like passel CT rats scamperin' through a
garnet very swift. Parts Of it was sweet,
though, and reminded one OF sugar
squirrel,turnin the wheel OF candy cage.
Now | says to my neighbor, 'he's
shown off. HI thinks he's a dom Of it
but he he aintgot no idee, no plan Of
nothin'. If he'd play me up tune Of
some kind or other, I'd
But my neighbor says 'Hee'shn very
impertinent.'
Il was just about to git up and go
home, bein' tired ofthat foolishness, when
heard little bird waking rp away off
in the woods, and calling sleepy like TO
his mate, and looked up and I see
Rueben was beginin' to take some inter
est in the business, and set down again.
1t was the peep O day. The light came
faint from the east The breeze bowed
gentle and fresh; some more birds walked
up in the orchard, then some more in the
trees near the house, and all begun
singin' together. People begun to stir,
and the gal opened the shutters. Just
thcn the first beam Of the sun fell upon
the blossoms o little more and 1t techt
the roses on the bushes, and the next thing
it Was broad day; the sun fairly blazed
the birds sang like they'd split their lit
tie throats; all the leaves We're movin and
fiashin' diamonds OF dew, and the whole
wide world was bright anel happy as a
king. Seemed TO melil1e there was break
fast il every house in the land, and not
sick child or woman anywhere. 1t was
fine mornin'. And says to my neigh
Dor, that's music, that is
''But he glar'd at me like he'd like
TO cut my throat.
Presently the wind turned; it began
to thicken up, and a kind Of gray mist
come over things; I got lowspirited
directly. Then silver rain began to fall.
[ could see rhe drops touch the ground;
some flashed up like long pearl earrings.
and the rest rolled away like round ru-
bies. 1t was pretty, but melancholy.
Then the pearls gathered themselves into
long strands and necklaces, and then they
melted into thin silver streams running
between golden gravels, and then the
streams Joined each other at the bottom,
and made brook that flowed silent ex-
cept that you could kinder see the music,
specially when the music went along
down the valley. could smell the flowers
IN the meadow. But the sun didn't shine
nor the birds sing; it was foggy day.
but not cold. The most curious thing
was the little white angel boy, like you
see in pictures, that ran ahead of the
music brook, and lead it on, away out
of the world, where no man ever was-I
never was, certain;I could see that just as
plain as see you. Then the moonlight
came. without any sunset, and skone On
the grave-yards where some few ghosts
lifted their hands and went over the wall,
and between the black sharp-top trees
splendid marble houses rose up, with
fine ladies in the lit up windows, and
men that loved 'em, blu: could never get
a-nigh 'em, and played on guitars under
the trees, aud made me that miserable l
could a-cried, because I wanted to love
somebody, [ don't know who, better than
the men with the guitars did. Then the
sun went down. 1tgot dark. The wind
moaned and wept like LOST child for its