The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-08-29

the usual manner. / will be there
with my lemon. and will produce OBJ
scure phenomena. Ihad not long 70
wait.
II paidtwenty-one shillings for {.
iront-row seat. took care that my
victim should perceive me from the
very first I went through tho various
musical torments that are only npprc-
ciated by the elect; then came the So
lection from IL Flauto Magico.' Signor
Tremolo stepped out 10 the very from:
OF the center OF the platform. There
was great burst OF applause us Car
lotta's father drew down his great
wristbands and made his bow; then
coughed loudly to attract his attention.
and / succeeded in doing so. After
the orchestra had played several bars,
the solo commenced. You have heard
Tremolo play; need not describe 1t.
You might have heard IA pin fall. the
public was so attentive. He reminded
me OF nothing so much as a human
thrush. What gurPles MARBLES and
bubbling trills OF melody that man
produced! Every one-every one ex-
ceptdhe villain in the front row q mean
myself)-sat entranced. coughed
suddenly and succeeded in catching
my victims eye. produced n lemon
and applied 1t to my mouth. Sud-
denly the unhappy maestro ceased to
produce delicious melody; he made
just that noise a gas-machine does
when 1t Is short OF water; then he
turned all colors OF the rainbow; he
seemed to be trying to swallow his
own tongue. He shook his fist furious
ly at me, seized his bushy, profession
al locks with both hands, dropped his
flute, appeared to be attempting to
pull lis hair out by the roots. and then
rushed from the platform without a
word.
II hurried from the concert room;
but before / could get out somebody
made an apology for Signor Tremolo
on the ground of sudden illness That
night Signor Tremolo sent for me. l
found him in bed.
lAdNO yOu uO iuCtSIy lOuDH
he said. in hollow voice.
".You can't expect mercy from
Philistine. / replied, airily.
Then he groaned. i am ruined
man? he said. Then he began to cry.
A middle-aged Italian. weeping bitter
ly. is not pleasant object.
How much do you want9 he said.
rs he wiped his streaming eyes.
Old man. said, your profess
sional career is over. Whenever you
appear in public, I will be there
armed with this Here / produced
my lemon. AS / did so, SignOr Ire
molo's head disappeared beneath the
bed clothes. AS man. continued,
as Philistine, / added. BE-
verely-I have no sympathy with you,
Signor. Tremolo; but have my price
The fiautist's heaa was instantly
protruded. Name it, he said; name
it. wretch! and it shall be paid
- 'Signor Tremolo' began, when
I informed you Of my affection for
your daughter, you dismissed me with
threats of personal violence; you may
refuse to allow me to pay my addresses
to your daughter, but you can not de-
prive me of my rights as man. ]
adore the flute'-then gave diabol-,
ical laugh and. added, Pm des-'
perately fond of lemons
There is no more 10 add. / mar
ried Carlotta Tremolo four years ago.
II it had not been for 'Wugsby's Physi-
ology,' / should never have been al
lowed to pay my addresses to her. 1t.
is awfully hot weather; shall we have
a lemonadep am very fond of lem
ons."
Then he laughed e great, hearty
good humored laugh. do not think
my neighbor was such villain after
all. considering the circumstances.
! accepted the lemonade.
Curiosity impelled me to 60 to a
promenade concert and try the lemon
trick upon popular hautist. The
popular flautist jumped off the plat
form at single bound and offered to
fight me. Next day had to buy new
hat. st James Gazette.