The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-07-20
OUR KALEIDOSCOPE.

Did you ever notice that a negro does all his tasks to music? No matter whether he be "tot- ing" wood or water, waiting on your table, or ex- crcisng a race-horse, 1t Is all done to music. In this city arc great many popular lunch houses where negroes employed walters. During the noon hour these places are crowded, and the din and confusion almost enough to drive crazy It is here too, that the colored walters develop that instinct of their race. All their or ders are given In a loud musical chant, the inAec- tions and cadences of which are impossible to de- scribe on paper. Then, they go about the room balancing their loaded trays deftly on one hand and high in mid-air, they are softly grooming to themselves the latest popular song some old negro melody. Of course there are dining rooms where they under strict orders to be quiet but their enforced silence nearly kills them Place negro where he can't sing and you rob him of nearly all there is to him in life worth living tor
 One Sunday morning not long ago took astroll out to the West Side Driving park and wandered around Tor long time among the stables. Here was the darkey in all his glory and full of song as the mocking bird In every stall where there was horse could be heard the sound of brush and currycomb as they were moved swiftly over the glossy coats of the flyers, and always to the accom-. paniment of a song.
 Little dArkies sported and sang in the bright sunshine in front of the stables, or singing, they slowly rode their charges up and down the track for their morning constitutional. Tn the cook house. from which came the odor of ham and cofFee and on drawing nearer, one could hear the eggs sputteriDg in the pan, there, too were the tune ful notes of the cook and his helpers whose glad jubilant tones rang out all the louder and more clear in anticipation of the coming feast. And SO whenever you come in contact with the darkey you will find him singing. Music seems to we'll from him AS naturally and spontaneously as does the water from mountain spring. He sings be- cause he can't help it, and though he is not always musical from critical standpoint he is generally melodious.
 PAradoxical as it may sound, there Is a wonder ful power in weakness. Have you ever thought of it2 The other day little child, far too small and weak and helpless to be trusted out alone, was attempting to cross State street, near Madison Long she waited for the endless stream of cable cars and vehicles of every sort to go by. Finally there seemed an opening, and she started Scarcely had she reached the middle Of the street when huge express wagon, drawn by two powerful horses, came tearing along at a furious rate and were almost upon her before she could realize her danger. She gave a scream, and for an instant stood rooted in her place from teAr when the driver of the wagon, big, brawny fellow, saw her. Quick as flash, he reined in his horses with Jerk that set them back rearing on their hind feet Then he called out to the little one encouragingly: "Run erlong there little girl hurry, now an Pll sec that you git over all right" And he did. Other drivers pulled up behind him and stopped and