The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-06-25

One of the knobs is favorite place for the
plcycle riders, a score or more OF whom
generally come in to hear the music. They
push their wheels up the hill and stack them
about the trunks of the big trees, In the
paths that wind in and out beyond the
knobs many little groups take their seats,
and now and then couples can be seen wan
dering, whose eyes seeming so full of mean
ing when they meet, or whose hands so
shyly touching each other, tell of chords in
their own hearts that mingle In delight
full strain, old as the world, but as newand
fresh to each heart when it comes as the
first matin song of the birds in spring In
these winding walks, with their occasional
little shadowy spaces and shelters of shrub
berry, one can often come across couples
having their first experience of the romance
OF love. The flowers, with their fragrance
and beauty, the music, the rustling foliage,
the fresh grass, all seem to encourage the
development of the tenderest sentiments
and probably many a declaration of undy-
ing devotion and ardent love made amid
these surroundings might have remained
unSpoken if tile sensitive growth had
been left to the dull and unromantic sur
| roundlngs of parlor or front door step.
THE MATTER-oF-FACT MAN.
There are matter-of-fact people who come
to the concert and take little note of these
| romances being breathed out in the air all
around them. There is the man who
stretches himself out at full length in a
| shady place, lights his pipe, closes his eyes,
| and gives himself up to a smokers reverie
laced all through with strains from "Er-
mimic" or 1.-THE Black Hussar." There is
the still more matter-of-fact man, who does
not believe III wasting time even at prom
| enade concert He seeks out a scat where
he is not likely to be disturbed, and between
the pieces played by the band, unfolds his
evening paper and reads what the world is
! doing. Then, when the band strikes up,
if it iS-an air that he likes, he drops his pa
per on his knee and gives himself up to the
delight of listening. Director Sousa and
| his musicians have many appreciauve audi
| tors in the thrOng. When Il popular piece
is played with spirit they reward the per-
formers with liberal applause. The band,
too, seems to enjoy these concerts and to
| play with great Zest. Mr. Sousa told re-
reporter that he liked these concerts better
| than any service the band was called upon
to do, and prepared programmes with as
much, if not more, care than for tho per-
formances for which the band was well
paid. As a result the concerts have be-
come exceedingly popular, and instead of
| PLAYING as at first to squad of nurse girls,
| the band now has at every concert audi
ences fiattering in size and character.
THE LITTLE PEOPLE.
But to the observer who goes to see the poo
pie as well as to hear the music there is an
important class that can be seen scattered
over the whole area that has not been men
ton The children, though they may not
be the most critical auditors, seem to get
tho most exquisite enjoyment out of the
hour of freedom on the grass. They can
be seen scampering and rollicklng in every
part of the enclosure. The fountain, with
| It's many Jets of water and its wide basin
filed with gold fishes, is source to them
of never-ending delight. The fright of
nurse-maids, who see their little charges
near the brink; the worry of mothers, whose
| toddlers have roamed out of their sight,
suggest the saric-comic side of domestic
| life. Now and then some tired little boy or
| girl. who has run till he is breathless, finds
| himself in some part OF the grounds, far
| separated from his mother or his big sister,
and his little mouth begins to quicker. Soon,
after wandering through the crowd, with
| out seeing one familiar face, he realizes the
desolateness of his situation. The life that
little while ago seemed SO sunshiny and
| ioyouS now appears to him dreary and
| homeless and all manner OF agonizing sug-
gestions haunt his lonely little heart. Then
| he sets lp a howl He is lost child" and
the policeman takes him to the little watch
house, sort of pound where lost children
| are kept, until redeemed by their parents.
|
| Auttering heart, kisses the tear-stained
cheek and brings joy once again to
the disconsolate one.
| THE CONCERT OVER.
When the last quaYer of the last piece is
| still trembling on the air, the man with the
| bipr drum rises from his chair TO go: then
his brother Of the trombone, and his many
other brothers of the horns of various
sizes make a movement to leave the stand
and at this the whole gathering of people
begins to stir. There is a general uprising
of those who have been lying down. From
each knoll a small regiment troops down to
the level. The people make their way out
by the paths. Nurses, with baby car
riages, make a rush for the gates. and gem
orally cause a blockade. In five or ten min
utes, however, the grounds are empty,
musicians can be seen making wild rushes
for street cars, and the people who attended
the concert are soon lost to view as dis
tinct aggregation amid the promenaders on
Pennsylvania avenue.