The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-04-04
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 1 The sensieive nature oi Musart. shs sweetest of all musical composers. is vel known. The slightest discord produce. Iin him severe irritation, aaa wA>a sa gagged in musical composition his feel saSs gsew so intense that he almost bus eonsciousnnas oi ali going on aroaa, him. One day he was engaged iA ar Eanging one of the most beautiful airs lr an opera he was composing, when tA, butcher called for his pay, which haC long been due. In vain hts wita en deavored to attract the attention of lh, rapt artist, who scribbled away utterl, unconscious of her presence. She sas down stairs with tears ia her eyes. teilins the butcher that her husband could no be spoken 10. aud that he must come another tune, But the man Of blood was not easily to be daunted; he must have hts bill settled, and speak with Moxari himself, or he would not send him an. other ounce of meat. He asccndea the stairs. Mozart, dislantly conscious tha, something h d passet in his presence had continued pouring the sffasions ol his fantasia on paper when the heavy footsteps resounded in the hall. His stick was at hand. Without turning his eyes from the sheet, he held the stick against the door so keep out the intruder. But the steps were approaching, Mo- xatt, more anxious, hurried as fast as he could, when rap al the door demanded permission 10 enter. The beautiful etfu- sion was in danger of beinS lost. The affrighted composer cast fugitive glance at his stick 1t was too short. With anxiety bordering on frsuEy. he looked around his room, and pole standing behind the curtain caught hts eye; thls he seized, holding u with all his might against the door, writing like fury all the while. The knob was turned, but the pole w,,hstood the first effort. A pause succeeded. Words were heard on the staircase, and the intruder renewed his efforts the second time Put the strength of the composer seemed to increase with his anxiety. Large drops of perspiration stood on his forehead Stemming the pole against his lefs bIeas, ~ith the force ot despair. he still kept ou. the visitor, He succeeded bu, for a moment, ye, |, was precious moment; the delightful air gas poured upon the paper It was saved
 "Mr. Mozart" said the butcher.
 Halt! halt l" said the composer. sei1 ing the m anuscript, and hurrying toward the pianofofte. Down he sat. and the most delightful air that vas ever heard responded from the instrument. The eyes of his wife. and even oi the butcher began ta moisten. Mozart finished the ka writing-desk he filled out what was want. ing
 when the artist had finished, "you know that am to mary"
 No. do not" said Moz lrt, who had somewhat recovered from his musical trance.
 "Well, then, you know it ,w. and you also know that yoa owe me money iot meat"
 "i io," sa!d Mozart, with "A sigh.
 "Never mind" said the man, under whose blood stained coat beat a feeling heart. You make me a fine waltz ioI my marriage ball. aud will cancel the debt, and let you have meat tor year to come"
 "lt Is a bargain r cried the lively MoIar. and down he sat, and A walis was elici,ed from the lnstrument--such a wAlIz as the butcher had never before heard.
 "Meassor year, did say 7" exclaimed the enrap,ured butcher. Ne; one hun. dred ducats you shall have for this waltz but want il with trumptts, and horns, and 6ddles--you know best-And soon too 70
 You shall have IL so," said Mozart, who could scarcely trust his ears, and in one hour you may send for it." The liberal-minded butcher retired. ln an hour the waliz was set in full ochestTs music. The butcher returned, was dc. lighted with the music, and paid MoEIr. his one hundred ducass--a Aum more splendid than he had ever received from the emperor for the grestes. of his operas