The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1883-08-02

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it again; what's the matter now?'
'Why, Scalchi has appeared; don't
you seeP"
"What, that dapper little fellow a
bowling and scraping and a smiling?
Is he Mr.. Scalchi?'
That's Madame Scalchi, aunt, only
she's taking the part of Arsaces, the
commander of the Assyrian army, you
know"
Louisa, you are sure that this is
perfectly proper place? l only wish
Peleg was here for then perhaps /
shouldn't feel SO sort O. skeery like and
guilty.
go aunt, just listen! isn't that ex-
quisite?''
''Massa, SUI, Louisa, this beats the
Haymakers that we had in Slowtown
last winter all out and out, and we
thought they went a little ahead of any
thing on this continent. But what is it
all about? l can't understand anynlo
of their lingo than if they were singing
in high Dutch"
''Tll read you the argument, aunt,
and then perhaps you can follow them.
They are singing in Italian
Wdub W hllOW IL bIlstG Is
Italian! Well, only wish Peleg was
here. He always has a kind OF faculty
for understanding anything furren. l
heard him tell French Canadian, who
worked for us in haying last summer,
after, or helpee the other mang pitchee
off and stowee away!' and q tickeleder
man than that Canuck you never seed!
He yah-hawed and held on to his sides
like to split, till l was afeared he raise
the whole neighborhood. Poor fellow!
I suppose it sounded kinder good to
him to hear his own lingo spoke, and so
unexpected, too. He looked at your
uncle in a queer sort of way, and said,
when he could speak for haw-hawing,
We'll, if it hain't no odds to you,
guess I'll help the other man stow
away To be sure Peleg's book larn-
ing hain't overly much, but l believe
he could travel from Dan to Beersheba
and make himself understood.
''Now, aunt, we mustn't speak anoth-
er word till the opera is through, be-
cause we disturb other people.
81 suppose wo do, but whenever any
thing happens you nudge me and I'll
nudge you, or we can squeeze hands;
that is the way Peleg and do when we
go to the lyceum. It's. sort O. social,
and every body can hear just as WELL"
'''Bel raggio lusing heir
Dispeme, @ d piocer.'
sang the glorious voice.
''Brava! Bravai Bravar' rang from
all parts of the house.
"Hooray!'
"Why, amt Taber, sit down %
''Ef Peleg were only herel Hip-hip-"
''Aunt, in PHYS name keep still!
Don't get SO excited.
"Well. never! The sweat's Just
rolling off O. me and I'm as weak as
rag baby! wish | had my turkey tail;
that might of fan of yours don't give
wind, enough to cool p mouse" :"
'Now, aunt, do keep quiet. You'll
hear better and won't get so warm. "
'Well, dear, L suppose you are right,
but didn't that sound like an angel
choir?''
"'Twas certainly very fine. One
thing is sure, you've heard Patti at her
bestn'
''rm SO glad cum! And if Peleg
was only along-but there, hain't go
ing to speak again till the uproar is
over"
Durat and Claudio holding rich, firm
background of deep tone to the bril-
liant, soul-entrancing Yocalism of the
soprano and contralto.
Louisa Alden, what are them half
nude statues a standing up in the back
there? Don't they realize that the
whul congregation can see them, and
haven't they any modesty?'
al Al
s'The bare What?"
"The ballet, aunt. Look, look, there
they come. Isn't that the very poetry
of mo-"
Louisa Sophronia Taber Alden. just
you pick UP your regimentals and foller
ME, and that quick, too"
.'But, aunt"
s.You needn't but aunt me. Just
get your duds together and Wen travel
Thank goodness your Uncle Peleg JOS
iah Taber is not here. Don't let me see
you give as much as a glance to where
them graceless nudities are piroutting,
or, big as you are, I'll box your ears"
''Why, aunt"
Louisa! only wish l had my thick
est veil, for I'm positively ashamed to
be caught in this unchristian scrape.
Come, ana don raise your eyes. There,
thank goodness, we're in pure air at
lastr' ...
''Why, aunt, thought you were en-
joying the opera"
1.-The uproar, Louisa? l have moth
ing to say agin the uproar. Them
voices would grace celestial choir,
this say with all reverence, but that
side show! wouldn't have had my
Eliza Ann nor my Woodman Harrison
witnessed what we came near wit
Messing for a thousand pound note!
And Tn so thankful that your Uncle
Peleg was not there! Somehow. lou
isa, Ifeel, morally and metaphorically
speaking, as if I'd fallen, like Lucifer,
from morn till noon, from noon till
dewey eve. Christian Leader.
Coming Ton of Silver Day.
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