The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1889-06-29
sERApHINA's NooTuRNE.
It's Effect Upon Bowery Gent Who Had
Dropped Ten Cases.


sERAPHINA's NoCTURNE.
It's Effect Upon O Bowery Gent Who Had
Dropped Ten Cases.
From the New York Evening Sun.
The gibbous moon rose over the city and
its sickly rays feebly outlined the beauti-
full form Of seraphina McGuinness as she
sat behind the treliswork of her fathers
piazza on McKibbon street. The firehies
were flashing their dark lanterns over the
lawn and cool breeze gently waited tI
scent OF roses to seraphina's classical
chiseled nostrils, which dilated with APP
probation.
GLOW love the night" she murmured
in ecstatic contemplation. 81 fancy that
the bulbul is singing his solo to the moon
in old Damascus at such an hour as this,
and the gay serenader by the light Of q
star is warbling his serenade beneath some
latticed window in Andalusia. wonder
when blonde mustachc shall be placed
close to my shell like ear and rich BARI
tone voice shall murmur sweet Hist
hear footstepsl They come up the piazza
stairway. Hush, rebellious hearil Per-
haps It's he'll
A minute later seraphina's brother
Bill had introduced his friend, Joseph
'Shaughnessy, Bowery song-and-dance
artist, 10 his sister. Mr.. OShaughncssy
wore straw hat with a blue ribbon
around the crown, flannel shirt with two
for-five gold buttons In the frontispiece,
and trousers appropriate TO his calling.
lie had Just returned from the races,
| where he had dropped ten cold bones
lie was consequently depressed and dis
trait. Seeing that her visitor was suffering
from an attack Of indigo. Seraphina said
in her most melifluous accents:
care you FOND Of music, Mr.. 0'shaugh-
nessy3"
"pianner music, do you mean, Missi
Yes. like pianner music" replied Joe.
"But the Gordon Is my favorite instru-
ment visit had my Gordon here,
and I'd be glad 10 play In the Cleaning,
oh, Ny Darling for you. Dye ever hear
II? Beautiful song. My little sister can
play II on the pianncr with one finger"
Joe bridled in the presence Of culture
and beauty, ana felt that he was running
neck and neck with his fair entertainer in
the matter Of refinement. On the other
hand Seraphina saw that she was weaving
Joe away from the contemplation OF his
losses and 30 she continued the good
work with the observation:
"Do you prefer Batoven 10 Shopan?"
| Joe had never heard of these composers.
He, however, did not like 10 confess his
ignorance, and so he bashfully stammered
out:
81 think likes Shopan the best, Miss;
but Batoyen amt so bad when you come
TO get acquainted with his playin'. Let's
see, lac plays with both hands, don't he?"
A bubbling riyulet OF laughter ran over
Scraphina's lips, like ginger ale from q
bottle. This was 80 infectious that Joe
Joined In Historically, beginning 10 feel
that he had made blunder. Seraphina
was quick 10 perceive his embarrassment,
and TO relieve II she said:
"Of course, you are aware that both
these great composers died many years
ago. but their works live after them 10
cheer and gladden. US on our way through
this cold and hollow world"
by this time Joe felt that he was being
distanced in the conversation. He was
already four lengths behind, and so he
made desperate effort TO catch up. Ills
face lit up as he gave expression to this
inspiration:
'Seems to me, Miss McGuinness. II l
remember right, that Mr.. Shopan wrote
Alice, Where Art Thour didn't hog"
81 have no recollection OF the song al
! luded 10. Mr.. o'ehsughnessy. but u you
will step into the parlor IN play one Of
Shopan's nociurnes for you"
, "Much obliged TO you. Miss Luck's
been dead agin me today, an I'd like 10
, hear somethin' TO cheer me up"
, | kar.uktoa awaUl Laak fIa Ifllaeu., Lac.
curtains hangingoyer the bay window with
] her cornmeal soiiencd fingers and glodo
into the parlor with sylphlike grace, 10
] lowed by the sorrowful Joseph, who, alas
expected TO be chccred and lifted out d
his sorrow by Shopan.
. 81 can play Batoven's Sonata Pathet.
: ique' II you would prefer II. whispered
} scraphina, softly, beaming sweetly upon
; Joseph In the bloomy, ghostly moonlight
1 Of the paflof.
4 "suit yourself Miss McGuinness Dom,
4 mind me. Anything you play'll suit, y
replied Joe, calamity. with a low bow. n
4 he plucked neryously at his AantheaT
! mustache.
{ IL suppose It's matter Of indifference,
n to You what opus playg'
i ooh, yes; | wish you would pick GU
> the piece. Only, please make IL rs soothin
b as possible, Miss McGuiuncss, because In
icelin' kind OF sd, said Joe, thinking
J, that he might have backed the winniR,
n horse.
+ A delicious prelude tinkled out into IN,
h room. Then camo the more difficult har
Il monies Of the soulful composer interprcte,
II In mislrcssly manner by the charming
!, Scraphina. Lost In the bcatiflc contcm
d plation OF tho enhancing music evoked b.
i her own magic touch, the sweet player Tor
&c got her surroundings and gnzed In rap
II contemplation at the wall paper In front Q
s her. When she awokc, like Ben Adhcm
:. from her sweet lrcam OF peace" sh
T. looked around. expecting TO hear the fiat
toring emconiums OF Joseph O'Shaugh
" messy, but be was gone Like n specie
l. he had vanished into the night
V Tho next day Scraphina's brother me
u Joe In a lager beer saloon.
Al SAY" he said In an angry tone 10 hi
al friend, what did you mean by giving Boz
10 aphina the s,and-up las, night"
ID Keep yer shirt on, Bill replied Joe
10 "fe don't s'posc was goin' 10 set thcr
N Tx gillic an hear bloomin' funcr'
20 march over my ten cases. do yel"
DO II l. cheaper and moro economical
a hoe the corn than 10 allow grass aroun
X the stalks. Even whom corn Is cultivate
In check rowsit Il sometimes imrusSibl
Il, 10 got all the grass out except by the uf
Il. 80. ~.