Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-06-22

gether too much 70.
nance in the world,'' said little red
nosed man who keeps a dime museum in
Fourteenth street, at ipterferes with
business. -
After moving slightly out of range Of
his diamond shirt stud, asked the gem
tleman if his affairs we're suffering al
that moment from q superabundance OF
romance
Eyes they are, - be said. HI've lust
lost the best card of the season by it.
He played the cymballum and played il
well. The second week he was with me
receipts were way up, and 1 saw that the
public was dead stuck on cymballum
music. Well, just as L was getting sat
lsied over the fellow something happened
that Knocked the whole business side
ways. The nights were warm, you see,
and | used to go into little beer garden
alongside the museum during the per-
Torrance, just to keep cool. 1t was o
perfectly quiet little place, generally de-
serted. aid from where l sat could look
over all the roofs in the neighborhood =.
One low roof ran up very close to the
aide wall of my museum, and on a GER
tain night, as | was drinking my beer,
noticed the tall white figure of woman
stealing over this roof through the dark
ness. 1t was ghostly, l tell you, but
when she paused at the open window of
the museum the light from inside fell on
her face and l saw that it was sure
enough live woman and a very pretty
one, too. Just after she arrived at the
window the cymballum player began his
work inside, and all the time he was
playing l could see that the woman's
face expressed great excitement and
emotion, as though the music filed her
with rapture. As soon as the cymbal-
lum player finished she stole back over
the roof and disappeared in her own
house. This programme was worked
every night for sometime after that, not
even rainy nights being excepted. was
thinking about sending season
ticket to the woman so that
she could go into the museum
when she liked to hear the cymballum
player, and would have done so had not
l been interrupted by note from the
artist himself one morning, in which he
explained that he would not be able to
appear at the museum any longer, he
having been married suddenly and gone
on wedding tour. This made me mad,
but l never suspected that the woman in
white had anything to do with the matter.
That same day, however, poor old fell
low who looked like a mechanic of very
moderate means called on me, and asked
if | knew anything about q cymballum
player. He said that his daughter, who
Ii! ed Immediately back of the museum,
had eloped, leaving no trace of herself
besides a slip of paper fastened to her pin
on which was written: i have
eloped with the cYmballum player in the
museum. The old man was delighted
woen he found out that cymballum
player was an artist and not freak.
He had an idea that his daughter had
gone of with the human frog or the
man with the elastic skin. But there's
a lot of money out of my pocket by the
and so / say there's alto
gether too much romance in the world.
Every girl is Juliet and every cymbal-
lum player a Romeo. 1t makes me very
tired. Why can't people attend to their
business, and make money?''
49,
Now we will get back into Broadway,
vet still be in miscellaneous multitude
Of women. An elegantly attired girl
upon leaving one of the large dry goods
dropped her garter OH the
sidewalk. She stepped into her carriage
and drove away, leaving the pretty bau-
bic lying where it had fallen. 1t was
fashioned from yellow silk elastic and
closed (when it did olose) with very
artistic oxydized silver clasp. 1t was not
lnpleasing to look at. There 1t lay, a
lainty ring, mute but eloquent. Grave
men scarcely deigned TO glance ut it;
ones looked with all their eyes,
smiled and hurried along, seeming some
practical joke as they thought. Women
pushed, Uttered, nudged each other and
steered clear of the delicate object. At
asst an oldish man with a snraggly beard
taught sight of it, poked at it with his
zane, went on, turned back and then
looked up and down TO see whether any
body was watching him. Several were
10 he hadn't the courage to stoop and :.
)iek up the inanimate disturber of the
public peace, for a group had gathered
lround it by this time, the outside row
leerlng over the shoulders of the inner
,ircle, and straIning their eyes to catch
! glimpse of the mysterious object If it
lad been a horned toad the curiosity
'ould not have been more intense.
At that moment member of the |
police seeing the excitement,
hurried to the spot, and pushed his way
through the crowd. As the pretty bit of
eminine forgery met his gaze he colored
Up redder than turkeys wrattles. But
,lucking his courage by the ears, the
,raye man, with an elephantine grace,
,ent his towering figure, and lifting the
ainty thing in his white-gloved hands,
asst a sheepish glance around the group
o see If the fair owner would speak up.
20 enc uttered sound save a newsboy
Who gurgled:
"See how red der cops face isi''
The guardian of the peace thrust the |
retty yellow band into his breast pocket, |
nd moved on'' conscious that he had |
one his duty and prevented tyellow |
artsr rior.''
A lady in rich and fashionable cos |
ume, set of by no small number OF dia- |
londs; an inconsistently absorbed and |
nworidly air, with eyes fixed on vacan- |
y; an assertive voice, that finishes up |
ne most commonplace remark by some |
'iidly oraeuIar declaration. and there is !