The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1889-11-23

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M name Il Brentwood, sid he
Professor e. IS. Brentwood. anl well
known opera ssaxer--shas il. uas well
known until dsxidea 10 quit the stage. l
live here-here the ashes o. my hopes zhall
BE hsried-hers the fruit On the tree Of my
aspirations shall ripen. Yon editorial VS.
ft0fs have not paid any attention 10 me.
although airy one could have told you that
] Vas IN toxin. Now. siF. an old baritone
opera singer. who has charmed thousands
Of ruEslvased ears. who has delighted the
child and byoHght the dew Of gIaddened.
emotion 10 &c eyes Of old age, has q re-
/ quest % make 81 sos
Name IL, said |.
II will ! want you 70 come out into the
righk and walk with me-
Pretty late. isn't III
sir. the night Is not old until the gray
Of dawn falls upon It's black hair. Come.
! went with him. although saw he was
not strictly sober.
We walked along quiet street, passed
an Oid church. whose doors many bridal
party il tresnnlous 10Y has entered. and
down hose aisles many and many aeoftin
has been borne: passed nE-Ser mnrmuring
trees. where insects sang their weird songs
turned into another street that seemed TO
have sunk into the deep siumber Of eter-
nifty.
Watt said the professor. He had
stepped in front Of an old mansion.
What are sou going 70 dOg" | asked.
II ana going 70 serenade the inmates
: Do you know them ?"
do not but the angel OF music has
touched ms with MS stirring finger. /
must sing
You must not sing; Il viii not do.
ut shall do
He took OF his coat, folded il and put It
under tree. The moon came out and
saw bis chest swelling, and then OF oil the
bellows, 81 al tise swelling TOars ] have
ever heard. he produced them. II have
sighed 70 rest mes he thundered.~
A window vent up. A flan leaned out.
Bay there"
Deep in the quiet grave"
say. you idiot,shut up, or IN come down
and bust Jug Of batsermilk over your
head. :
Are you speaking to me-? ?" the professor
asked.
Yes, ! arm. What do you mean by
coming here and roaring this time OF nightg
Do you take this for cattle showgn
Il have not taken it for anything. The
spirit has moved lae end must sing
But you mustn't sing here"
must.
This Il fashionable family boarding
house and must not be disturbed, and Il
You don't SO away In call the police.
*unapRreclator OF Gods divine gift,
said the professor. Il so, but return.
Gene. my friend. We went to restau-
rant and then continued cur stroll.
What are We going 70 do nowg" /
asked.
The professor had stopped and was TAX
ing Oh bis coat
II am going to sing. he answered.
Looking up, ! saw that We we're again IN
front Of the fashionable clearinghouse.
The professor folded his coat, placed il
under tres, and though ! could not see
very we'll IN the darkness, yet knew By
the momenlAry silence that he was swell
ing.
Il have sighed 20 rest me-
Window came up. SAY. therei"
Deep IN the quiet grave
say you internal Eooli'
AS the internal fool Is not present, /
will answer for him. the professor re-
sponded.
Why in thunder did you come back
here
II told yoa that ! would retarn,p
"Ncii. yon 30 on away, now, or I'll
hurt you.
II am willing 10 be hurt for the sake of
my divine calling.
All right, wait minute
A few moments later the man, wearing
nothing but hts trousers and an undershirt,
came down the steps.
Where Is that bull - he asked.
''ot the bulls whereabouts | am igna-
rant. said the professor. nut the minstrel
with tho geiden voice is here .
The iaan went up 10 him. / stepped
hack. A short struggle followed. and when
the man got up he said
"foa beat any fellow I ever saw"
- beat no one, sir--I made the pulse of
The night throb quicker"
We'll lust wait until | GO an and nut on
my clothes and We u take something
vxent Ia n--restaurant We starte8 81
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