Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1888-09-29

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" 6lz1 complaining sea,
NINEIANH# is filed by those
NyEIVSy//#%: who come to hear
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1EMs% IS Y chestra, Il r
- ~ the leadership of
the handsome and fluent Herr Seidl.
Herr Seidl does not play any instru-
ment himself, but makes the gestures
and punctuates the music. He also
elbows the piccolo where to put in the
piano, and points out to the tubas where
it would be good idea to sock in the
fortissimo. Music is his hearts delight.
He would rather stand there and listen,
it seemed to me, and kill mosquitoes
with his pointer, than to play himself.
In the seat ahead of me sat plain
man with gray hair and toil-hardened
hands, Ever and anon he wiped the
honest sweat from his brow, and then,
plunging a full-blown nose into his red
bandana, he sounded a tocsin which
would naturally make an alto horn go
and dispose of itself at sacrifice.
"You are an Ohio man, doubtless" 1
said to him in bantering tone.
"Why SOP
"Well, you seem to have the true
Thurman snort"
mo, amt from Ohio. I'm from
New Hampshire l carried a bandana
before the war. Politics don't have
nawthin' to do with it. I've always be-
lieved that
Satan trembles when he sees
The old Dandane' on its sneeze.
We got pretty well acquainted during
the evening, and finally rode back to
New York together Sitting below,
where we could smoke together and
feel the salt spray on our polished
domes of thought, the old gentleman
said:
"It's curis how folks always want to
go summers else to have fun. Dukes
and one thing and another comes to
this country to take vacation, and
when we get enough means on hand we
go over among the gaudy trappin's of
the effect monickeys, as the Teller says,
and catch Roman malaria or break our
necks skimmin' the Alps, when we've
got blamed sight better meawntins
right here.
Nov, right at the present mint,
while I'm here aboard o this bot,
thousands O. you New Yawkahs are
payin' two prices for the privilege Of
livin' up in my neighborhood. When
we git our haydn done up in my place
we like to break loose and come down
to New York. Here, land sakes, you
can go in fawty different directions,
and have sea aih and loggah bceah, and
| the Lawd knows what else, and all
pootv reasonable, tew. l come down
heah most every summah ahfter the
hay is in and the Gavin and beans don't
need but little tendin, and L get a
room poorly cheap, for the blame town
is almost empty, anyhow; then L kind
of browse around and skin out every
day on little one-hoss picnic up the
river or out to this island or the bay
or fishin' OF crabbin', OF sumthin' or
other every day for two or three weeks
Then l go back and tell about it.
chats the way everybody does
They want change, 1 s'pose. Then
their own horne seems a blamed sight
better to them when they get back. It's
poorly tough on folks when they've got
to stay right to home all the time, man
or woman. A teller actually gets to
hate the wall paper, and he hates the
old furniture, and gets tired of lookin'
at the pictures of Washington about to
become the father of his country, and
the other pictures get to look measly,
and the everlastin flowers in the set
tin room begin to look delusions.
"Thens the time to skin out and at
tend the county fair down to Coney
Island. Folks wanta change, and they
ont to hev it, We had woman up in
our section that pizened herself right
in the dead o haydn. Left five little
folks, and the oldest wasn't five years
old. Her husband was away from
home q good deal, changing pulpits
and one thing or another, but she wrote
q letter and left it on the burow that
went on to state that whilst there was
probly no place like home, and no
| doubt she ort to be contented, she had
got wore out with the wall paper, and
| the hair-cloth chairs Jest made her gag,
and so while she was doing wrong to
| pizen herself, and she knew it, and that
they'd probly hev to hire help i'll the
| house now, she had thought for long
time that the smell of fried pork and
warm dish-water was warpin her mind.
SO before she had went craZy and
killed several of the children, and mu-
tilated the neighbors, and bit the old
man, she had decided to take advantage
of lucid interval and light ont in
search of change.
THAT amt her exact language, OF
course, but that is the main idea and
the thought germ, as II talented man
would call it. Her husbands folks
read the letter and claimed she'd al
ready got to wandering in her mind
before she wrote it, but the neighbors
got together and voted that it was in
tested more or less all the way through
with thought germs, as you would call
'em, and they had it printed in a
country paper, and since that our VIM
men folks up that way git out more"
His Reason.