The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-03-19

playln5 and wisht he hadn't come
He 'twecdle-leedled a little on tht
TRIBE, and twoodle.oodle: somt
on the base-jest foolin and boxir
the things jaws for bein in his way
And | says to a man settin next me
II, what sort o fool playin is that?
And he says, 'Heish!' But present
ly his hands commenced chasin onC
another up and down the keys, like
a passel of rats scamperin through q
garret very swift. Part of it was
sweet, though, and reminded me of a
sugar squirrel turnin the wheel of d
candy cage.
Now" | says to my neighbor, he's
shown of, He thinks he's doin Of
it, but he amt got no idee, no plan
of nothin, If he'd play me up a
tune of some kind or other, Fd-
"But my neighbor says 'Heish!
very impatient.
81 was just about to git up and GO
home, bcin tired of that foolishness,
when | heard a little bird waking
up away off in the woods and calling
sleepy like to its mate, and | looked
up and | see that Ruben was begin.
in to take some interest in his bus.
mess, and ! set downagin. Themu.
sic began to make pictures for me
faster than YOU could shake stick,
.totriftses.EikS the story books, and
ITO start all sorts of feelins7-it just
tofed me likel was a child wherever
it pleased, and showed me all kinds
Of things that is and things that
isn't and couldn't never be. 1t was
the peep o'day. The light came
faint from the east, the breeze blow.
ed 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 then the first beam
of the sun fell upon the blossoms, q
leetle more and it 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 was movin
and haShin diamonds of dew, and
the whole wide world was bright and
happy as a king. Seemed to me like
there was u good breakfast in every
house in the land, and not a sick
child or woman anywhere. 1t was a
fine mornin,
And | says to my ueighbor, that's
music, that is.
"But he glared at me like he'd like
to cut my throat.
presently the wind turned; it be.
gun to thicken up, and a kind Of
grey mist come over things; l got
low spirited directly, Then a silver
rain begun to fall. | could see the
drops touch the ground; some flashed
up like long pearl ear rings, and the
rest rolled away like round rubies.-
1t was pretty but melancholy
Then the pearls gathered themselve;
into long strands and necklaces, anc
then they melted into thin silver
streams running between colder
gravels, and then the streams joineC
each other at the bottom of the hill
and made a brook that flowed silent
except that you could kinder see the
music, specially when the bushes OF
the banks moved as the music wen
along down the valley. / coult
smell the flowers in the meadow
But the sun didn't shine, nor The
birds sing; it was foggy day, bul
not cold. The most curious thing
though, was the little white ange
boy, like you see in the pictures, thai
run ahead of the music brook ant
led it on and on, away out in thu
world where no man ever was.
never was, certain, | could see tina
boy just plain as | see you, Ther
the moonlight came, without an!
sunset, and shone on the gravcyards
where som few ghosts lifted thei
hands and went over the wall, anc
between the black sharptop tree