The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1884-05-24
The Tale OF a sal,o.tly IsanJo.

ulOugnJ Lucy olOnC, dS tile SaI up III
bed and stared blankly at the window
through which the moonlight was
pouring in white food, which made
the room almost as light as day. She
listened minute, but no repetition OF
the extraordinary sounds came 20 her
cara, strain them as she might.
Gould it have been nightmare,
and those noises only the. ringing in
my oars3' she murmered again, then
blushed furiously.
mo that couldn't have been it, for
l was dreaming he was was sitting
beside me and-and-"
Here she halted, as if ashamed to
let her own ears know of what the
Dream God had made too follow.
But if the he had been a fellow of
any sense, it is very certain what he
woald have done if he wore sitting be-
side her, and that would have been
to kiss those moist red lips and the
heavy fringed dark blue eyes, until
the owner blushed more than she did
then.
For moment moro she sat there,
unconsciously drawing her nightdress
together over her neck and bosom, for
it was quite chilly-even night in
September can be so at one O'Clock
in the morning in the latitude of War
ren, large town in northern New
York.
She was about to nestle down
again between the blankets when
Tink-a-pung-a-p an g-a-pong-a-ting-
pung, came again to her ears; and
this time, Enthusiastically, it was not q
dream, but proceeded from the lawn
outside.
She gave little ooh" and covered
her head with the sheet for moment,
as thrill went through every limb at
the thought that he must be outside
and that this was the prelude to SER
enade.
Then burning desire filled hor to
see whether it was as she thought, and
as the metallic strains came up through
the window, now without any inter
mission, she sprang out OF bed, thrust
her bare feet into pair of the tiniest
fur-lined slippers ever worn and stole
to the window, from behind the
curtains of which she peeped out.
If the unknown serenader could
have seen her as she stood there mo-
tionless the white moonlight falling
on her, he would have dropped hi;
banjo in ocstacy.
Her thick, long brown hair fell
loosely over her perfect shoulders ant
around the face which, with its hal
parted lips, its flushed checks ant
shining eyes, and that is where TIL,
man in the moon has the start of you
oh, serenaderl
He can't play on banjo, nor prov
around the houses of your beloved Q
nights, and give vent to his emotion
in pings and tings and pungs, but h
can look through her window and Sc
her ini all cher mai,lenly. loyclines
without her knowing it.
What wouldn't we give to sometime
be him.
What a lot of quiet, solid fun h
must have, and all without even tn
need of an opera glass
But she looked forth upon the lawn
expecting to see a form which sh
knew well, her eyes met the trees an
the grass and the gravellod walk; a
with a kind Of ghostly radiance upo
them in the light of the moon.
A queer SILVER ran through he,
which was not from cold this time, d.
spite the thinness of her robe de nui
and the liberties the wind was takin
with it,
Snrcly there ought to be playe
with a long-handled instroment in h
hand, and his face turned up to tn
window.
But there was nothing there, an
then came:
Tink a-pang a-tang a-pung a-panl
pang pang; which had awakened he
apparently proceeding from the law
below her.
Her teeth began to chatter and 81
was meditating-a precipitate retreat
her bed, when the sounds sudden
ceased, beiag evidsntly checked
the abrupt and violent showing up o
window near the veranda, and an q
CRY voice oxclaiming.
Look here, young mani that's ,
very pretty; but when we want mo
of it we'N go TO the minstrels. So "
had better go home and to bed, .whe
small BOYS should"
"Ting-a-ponk-a-tang a-pungp
1t began again, abruptly interrul
ing Mr.. Sterne's advise.
"You'd better stop that, young ms
or" began tho irate parent; but {
unseen banjo drowned hi outm' will
loud
apiank-a-punk-a-plin a-plong