The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1879-12-11
Jud Brownie Account of Rubin,
STEMS Playing.

Jud Brownie Account of Rubin
STEMS Playing.
"Jud, they say you heard Rubinsteln
play when you were in New York"
II did in the cool.'
swell tell us about it."
"What! met I might as we'll tell you
about the creation of the world"
Come, now, no mock modesty. Go
ahead"
"Well, sir, he had the blamest, biggist,
cattycornedest palmer you ever laid eyes
on somethin' like distracted billiard
table on three legs. The lid was hoisted,
and mighty we'll it was;l if it hadn't
been he'd q tore the entire inside clean
out, and scattered EN- to the tour winds
Of heaven"
"Played we'll, did he2''
"You bet he did! but don't interrupt
me. When he first sit down, he 'peared
to keer mighty little bout playin', and
wished he hadn't come. He tweedle-
leeded little On the treble, and twoodle-
oodle'd some on the bass--just foolin'
and boxin' tho things jaws for bein' in
uA0 way &AAA l. 6~yS ~ q 1AAA oClIAA
next to me, ST: "What sort of fool
playin' is that2' And he says, 'Heish +
but presently his hands commenced
chasin' one another up and down the keys
like pascal of rats scamperin' through
a garret very swift. Parts of it was sweet,
though, and reminded me of sugal
squirrel turnin' the wheel OF candy
cage.
"Now,' says to my neighbor, ''he' 3
showin' of, he thinks he's dom OF it,
but he amt got no ldee, no plan Of no.
thin; if he'd play NE tune Of some
kind or other Id
"But my neighbor says 'Helsh!' very
impatient.
II was just about to git up and go
home, bein' tired of that foollshnees,
when heard little bird waking up
away in the woods, and call, sleepy-like,
to his mate, and looked up and see that
Rubin was beginning to take some in
terest in his business, and sit down again.
It was the peep Of day; the light came
faint from the east, the breezes blowed
gentle and fresh, some more birds walked
up in the orchard, then some more in the
trees near the house, and all begun sing
in together. People began to stir, and
the gal opened the skaters. Just then
the first beam OF the sun fell upon the
blossoms leetle more, and it techt the
roses on the bushes, and the next thing
it was broad day; the woods fairly blaz.
ed, the birds sung like they'd split their
little Threats; all the leaves was wavin'
and flashin' diamonds Of dew, and the
whole wide world was bright and happy
as king. Seemed to me there was q
good breakfast in every house in the land
and not sick child or woman anywhere
it was fine mornin'.
"And says TO my neighbor, That's
music, that is
"But he glared at me like he'd like tt
cut my throat.
"Prcsently the wind turned it begun tt
thicken up, and kind of gray mist came
over things. I got low-spirited directly
Then q silver rain began to fall. coult
see the drops touch the ground; some
flashed up like long pearl earrings, ant
t: e rest rolled away like round rubies. 1
was pretty, but melancholy. Then tn.
pearls gathered themselves into Ions
strands and nccklac IS, and then they
melted into thin silver streams, running
between golden gravela; and then thu
streams joined each other at the foot o
the hill, and made brook that flowed
silent, except that you could kinder SCI
the music, specially where the bushes Of
the banks moved as the music wen
along down the valley. could smell
the flowers in the meadow. Bnt the sui
didn't shine nor the birds didn't sing; l
was fogy day, but not cold.
The most curious thing was the littl
white angel-boy, like you see in picture
that run ahead of the music brook an,
let it On, and on, away out Of the worl,
where no man ever was, certain I coul'
see that boy just as plain as I see you
Then the moonlight came, without an
sunset, and shone on the graveyard
where some few ghosts lifted their hand
and went over the wall, and between tn
black, sharp top-trees splendid marbl
houses rose up with fine ladie sin the lit-u
windows, and men that loved 'em, bu
could never get a-nigh 'em, and playe
on guitars under the trees, and made 'e1
that miserable I could have cried, becaus
: I wanted to love somebody, don't kno,
who. better than the men with the gui
, tars did.
"Then the sun went down; It got dark
! the wind moaned and wcpt like los
child for its dead mother; and could
got up then and there and preached
7 better sermon than any I ever listene
to. There wasn't q thing in the worl
left for, not blame thing, and yet
didn't want the music to stop one bit. !
: was happier to be miserable than to b.
happy without being miserable. eouldn
understand it. I hung my head an
pulled out my handkerchief, and blowe
my nose loud to keep me from cryln
Ny eyes is weak anyway didn't wan
anybody gain at me q snivlin,' and il
> nobody's business what I do with m,
nose; Its mine. But some several glare
ct me - mad u blazes. Then, all ola sud
l den. old Rubin chanuoa his tune. 80 FL