Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1888-03-03
Mrs. Brindle Learns the Guitar.

1.-THE enjoyment Of home. and which
makes "A man feel at peace with the
world and h mself rs the strains of soft
and soul-insp,ring music Therefore,
have purchased guitar for on and
intend TO teach you how to accompany
me-"
%. you dear man. how charming!
Where is the er--er- what do You call
it?"
Mrs Brindle. | remember TO have
sad distinctly guitar. Guitar.
g-u-i-t-a-r. guitar. Now do you know
what | sad?
And MIR. Brndle's face began to
wrinkle like the crust on an apple
pie.
."Oi.' said Mrs Brindle. .'and did You
bring plush covered stool embroid-
cred with cat-tails to put under it?''
.'Mrs. Brindle. llid nothing of the
kind" MIR. BIS face turned deep
crimson. Il simply brought guitar
home with me. What do YOU suppose
a guitar is, anyway? Here it is; look
at it How in the name of gentle
fhG NVN ~ - osOcA htA-
der it? just you show me how. that's
ALL. " ''And can play on it W thout
looking at it rs yOn do the fiddle?"
'.Afrs. Brindle. If | had your musical
knowledge and a brass band around NV
hat I'd set up for a conservatory of
music" "What shall | play on it,
dear?' asked Mrs. Br!ndle. rs she
picked it up. la it across her lap and
began to strum on it with all her ten
Singers as though is were a p anO.
PLAY cards on it, Mrs. Brindle. play
checkers, any goshdinged thing you
I ean," howled Mr.. b as he kicked the
cat out of the window wait a MN
ute, will you? Wait till get my fiddle.
can't yous Put down that guitar.
: Can't you tell a guitar from y hand or
gan? Wait'll get the crank and turn
it for you and then. by the jumping
Jehosophat. on can play III / knew
as much about guitar rs Won do. I'd
tie strings across my mouth and pass
as a band of Spanish students. All
err" MIR. B. grew black in the face.
He reached for his violin anil opened a
music book at the scale OF G natural.
Look here now. Can you read
notes?"
20. yes. dear. l read four or five
that dropped out OF your pocket on the
floor last night One of them was
siSned-'
20. you lid. did you? Well. madam.
I'll just thank You 10 read no more of
my or vale papers. Now. here. tell Inc
if you know what this means" point
Ing to 6-S musical character.
t,E
her finger to her mouth-''six and
eight are fourteen-six into--no--eight
into six won't go--er-"
That's il. Mrs. BrindIe; you've
solved the sphynx riddle! You've hit
the combination. If had your sense
aud ariIhmetieal calculation, I'd get a
box and mask as the fifteen puzzle.
No. Mrs Brindle. that six anil that
eight don't mean an arithmetieal puz-
zle nor problem in applied mechanics
for some gosh-binged fool to sweat
over. Ii means that there are six
notes to measure. and each note is
one-eighth long.
E'0ne-eighth of what. dear?''
''One-eighth Of IN le of nautical
league. OF course; any dad-darned
length you want IT," howlcl Mr.. B.
Nov; when | count six. you must
make one note each time l connt.
Now. listen and paw attention; one. two,
three, four. live, SIX" and he counted
along keeping time on Mrs BIS back.
And Mrs. Brfndle. in sympathetic mo-
ton. bobbed her head up and down.
loooking at him all the time as if she
thought him crazy.
What in the glory of Gideon are You
bobbin' your head up and down in that
way for? Can't yoa count? Count. 1
tell YOU"
'.One. two. three. four. five, SIX"
sang Mr.. b. And Mrs. Brindle ehimed
in. 'one. two. three. four. five. SIX.
seven. eight nine, ten, eleven.
twelve"
by the blood of Boswell. what are
Won do ng? Count on. Mrs. BrindIe;
don't stop or yon'll break the charmed
circle. Count mill'on = growIeI Mr..
B. IF could count as well as YOU
I'd hire out rs tightening calcula-
tor"
swell. don't carel You told me to
count" whispered Mrs. Brindle.
II told yOH to count but six" Mrs
Brindle chirped her way this time
pretty successfully through two meas
lures.
There. that's all right Now, Mrs.
Brindle. we will try the chord c. y
and he smiled benignIy. "-CF is n
nstural kew and has no sharps or fats
in its harmonious blending"
Mrs. B. took up the guitar and tuck
sad it under her chin, as she had seen
Mr. b. do The violin.
''Now. dear, give me the stick and I
am ready to pla,," she said.
'-iiye YOU the what?i'. asked Mr..
Brindie. bis nose enrling mp in disgust;
''what in The names of Bethlehem i
bounteonsness do you want n stick
for? Take the dad hinged thing from
under your eiIln; do you take it for a
napk n7 Take AVA. tell Won!
what do Won want stick for? You
want to whack it like n cow in orr gar
den o. glorious CULVER. go on, play
it w I'll st elk. brat the immortal in
sides nut of /; Whack psalms of glory
and good tidings ont of III Sing INTO
the Lord new songf Hallelujahr'
And Mr.. Briudle grabbed the guitar
and stamping Oh it rushed from the