The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1880-01-15


loftily. It's Lees Docs Angees.' If
there was one thing Mrs. Danks prided
herself on more than another, it was
the purity of her French accent. She
had had French girl work for her
and had taken lessons.
'Indeedv exclaimed Mrs. Jones,
never would have dreamed of Its be-
ing that piece The truth was she
had no more idea of what Lees Docs
Angees' was than she had of Cleopa-
tra's needle, but she was not going to
let Mrs. Danks know it. 'Now, 1
heard Gilmore's play that and was in-
troduced to the man who wrote it, but
meyer should have recognized Miss
Bella's performance. suppose, how
ever,-a nudge for Mrs Green to pre-
pare for what was coming suppose
that all genuine aTEzSzS have dIHer-
ent style of playing. Bella's render
ing is very artistic, doubtless, but
quite different from Gilmore's way of
playing it. Is4
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taken about having heard Gilmore
play it, responded Mrs. Dsnks, it is
not q brass band piece. You are
thinking of the Anvil Chorus, pre-
sumo. This is one Of Beethovens, or
Chopin's, or no, let me see, it is one
of Wagner's, think. Yes, Carl Wag.
ner, and as he has been dead since
seventeen hundred and something, of
course you could not have met him
in New York, could she, Mrs. Green
1 suppose that people who haven't any
ear for music often do get puzzled to
tell one tune from another.
Mrs. Green te-heed.
Il think your back hair is coming
down. said Mrs. Jones in very au-
dible whisper. Il beg your pardon
for speaking of it, but l think it is
really in danger of coming off.
Mrs. Green felt symptoms of cramp
in the stomach.
Mrs. Danks ignored Mrs. Jones
kind warning, but was careful to keep
her head still.
The next thing on the program was
a song by Miss Birdie Danks. She
got it pitched great deal too high,
and in endeavoring to reach the upper
notes she fairly had to stand on tip
toe and squeal. Everybody snickered
and tried to look delighted.
Beautiful! beautifulr exclaimed
Mrs. Jones, after the inevitable ap-
plause, she has excellent taste in mu-
SIC, hasn't she2 AS good as yours in
matters of dress, Mrs. Danks, and
that's saying a great deal. That was
just suited to her voice. 1 like to hear
one undertake song that runs high,
when she can strike the upper notes
so clearly. Her voice is quite remark.
able in its character, 1 think, don't
you, Mrs. Green2'
Mrs. Green, who felt quite colic-y,
admitted family that she thought so,
too.
Then came Mr.. Speeds song. After
it was oyer Mrs. Jones beckoned him
to her.
Its pity to be obliged to sing
when you have such cold,' she said,
giving Mrs. Green another nudge. 1T |
must have been painful to sing in yonr |
condition.
'Why, haven't any cold,' said poor
Speed, who fancied he had never been |
in better voice.
sDear me! what an awful mistake > |
exclaimed Mrs. Jones to Mrs. Green,
but careful that he should hear her.
really thought he must have very
bad cold, it seemed such hard work |
for him, and he was shockingly out of
tune. 1t was certainly painful to lis
ten to- After which she wondered if
she wasn't even with him for with.
drawing his attentions from her
daughter, and consenting to help Mrs.
Danks with her musicale.
Il heard Mr.. Plunket was in town
last week. said Mrs. Danks presently.
8 1 was quite disappointed at not see
ing him. ''-
About making another payment on
your piano, l suppose said Mrs.
Jones blandly. 'Now you needn't
worry about that at all, Mrs. Danks,
he left the matter with Mr.. Jones, and
you can pay the next installment when
1t is convenient. l don't suppose he
cares if it Is overdue. He knows Mr..
Danks will pay sometime.
Il wonder if Mr.. Danks can't get |
Mr.. Jones to make turn of that ac-
count of his that has run so long? l
wish you would speak to him about
it. 1t was for pork, or something,
when your husband was in the snuff
or was it tallow? Anyway,
when you lived down on that horrid-
smelling street by the river. If he is
collecting for Mr.. Plunkett. perhaps
he can make an arrangement that will
answer our purpose as we'll as the
money would, and it might come cas-
ier for him. Mrs. Danks fairly beamed
on Mrs. Jones. Everybody snickered
and thought it was about draw game
between them.
There was more piano playing. and
more singing, and more sharp things