Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-06-22

nance in the world, said little red-nosed
man who keeps dime museum in Four
teenth street. 'It interferes with business. :"
After moving slightly out of range of his
! diamond shirt stud, asked the gentleman
if his affairs were suffering at that moment
from superabundance of romance.
"Yes they are," he said. 'I've just lost
the best card of the season by it He played
the cymballum and played it well. The
second week he was with me receipts were
way up, and / saw that the public was dead
stuck on cvmballum music. The nights
were warm, you see, and used to go into q
little garden alongside the museum during
the performance, just to keep cool. 1t was
perfectly quiet little place, generally de-
serted, and from where sat could look over
all the roofs in the neighborhood.
A MYSTERIOUS WOMAN N WHITE.
Zone low roof ran up very close to the
side wall of my museum, and on certain
night noticed the tall, white figure of
woman stealing over this roof through the
darkness It was ghostly, I tell you, but
when she paused at the open window Of the
museum the light from inside fell on her
face and 1 saw that it was sure enough
live woman and 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 could see
that the woman's face expressed great eI-
citement and emotion, as though the music
filled her with rapture. As soon as the
cymballum player finished she stole back
over the roof and disappeared in her own
house. This programme was worked every
night for some time after that, not even rainy
nights being excepted.
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ticket to the woman so that she could go
inside the museum when she liked to hear
the cymballum player, and would have
done so had I not 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 a wedding tour. This made me mad,
but 1 never suspected that the woman in
white had anything to do with the matter.
THANKFUL HE WASN'T A FREAK.
"That same day, however, a poor old fel-
low, who looked like a mechanic of very
moderate means, called on me, and asked if
knew anything about a cymballum player.
He said that his daughter, who lived i'm
mediately back of the museum, had eloped,
leaving no trace of herself besides slip Of
paper fastened to her pin cushion, on which
ballum player in the museum
T 1.-THE old man was delighted when he
found out that cymbaflum player was an
artist and not freak. He had an idea that
his daughter had gone off with the human
frog, or the man with the elastic skin. But
there's lots Of money out of my pocket by
the proceeding, and SO, 1 say, there's al
together too much romance in the world.
Every girl is Juliet, and every cymballum
player is a Romeo"
A lady in rich and fashionable costume
set off by no small number of diamonds; an
inconsistently absorbed and unworldly air,
with eyes fixed on vacancy; an assertive
voice that finishes up the most common
place remark by some wildly oracular
declaration, and there is your Christian
scientist. The town has held lots of 'em
lately and they are not old or even middle
aged. Neither are they the short haired
angular and spinsterfed company that
prejudiced person might expect. Many of
them are young, handsome and bewilder-
ingly charming, with their airs half saint
and two-rhirds angel.
A FASCINATING TREATMENT.
1t must be utterly nice for a man, when he
has the neuralgia, for instance, to have one
of these dainty, other-world creatures pro-
nounce their shibboleth and then take
silent measure of his psychology; for be you
6 eet q with waist girths in proportion,
they scoff at your physiology, and are
utterly blind to your anatomy. 1t is re-
marked that as soon as a woman is enrolled
among these prophets and teachers, she ar
rays herself in velvets and diamonds. That
of course makes the new cult very attract