The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-05-20


tones out of the violin which he held.
Teddie knew that violin. 1t was the
Nicholas Amati of 1928. George had
told him all about it. Teddie used to
wonder how such a thin shell OF wood
could have stood over two hundred and
fifty years of existence and be so pol
ished and sound
The young Leipzig man looked over
his shoulder at Teddie and nodded.
without interrupting his playing from
the manuscript piece Of music before
him. Teddie knew what that music
was. too He had heard it frequently
the past three weeks, and his quick ear
had caught up all the airs. 1t was a
new comic opera which had never been
produced at all yet, but was going to
be given in a week now at Georges the
alter.
Teddie hoped softly over to chair
and climbed up on it. He could get
around very quickly with his poor
crutch. he was so accustomed to it, and
though it looked as if walking was
painful for him. it really wasn't
As George struck into lively militia
~ air-for the opera had something TO
do with soldiers-Teddie broke in with
his whistle. and kept perfect time. He
delighted in this duet with George. and
George liked it. too. for the whistle was
very soft and flexible and melodious.
Teddie could go through all the changes
and variations of the air and not flat or
strike a wrong note once.
He had whistled that air through
and then second one and was midway
in the third. trilling out the long high
opened the door. The concert stopped
1t once.
Its good. isn't it. Szag?" said the
man. 1T sounded first-rate as came
up the stairs. tell you. it will be go
"a big 60. It's so catchy. Go ahead
and play some more"
The man was quite respondent, Ted
die thought. He wore blue coat with
fur on the collar and cuffs, and the
shiniest of tall hats, just as glossy as
the back Of the violin over there on the
wall. Then he had ring on his finger
which spat out fire when he turned
his hand in the sunlight and made Ted
die blink. Teddie. in fact, was abashed
by mis- splendor into silence for few
minutes. Then the man spoke up.
Who was that whistling? This
IsiG,' looking at Teddie Why. are
you lame. sonny? That's too bad, But
you go ahead and whistle with him
like it"
So Teddie. who was not bashful. but
simply retiring, whistled away while
George wrung the bright music from
the strings. When the piece had been
played through, the man said to George,
suddenly:
Look here. I've got an idea. That
little chap whistles immense: it's a
pleasure to listen to him. How would
you like to make a few dollars by
whistling. sonny?"
I'D like it." said Teddie. wondering
if he would be engaged to whistle with
George at the theater. If he could
make any money by his whistling. his
mother wouldn't be SO hard on it.
Teddie thought She had reproached
him so often for not being able to do
anything for the family. and he really
felt it himself. He sat up straight in
the chair, his small blue eyes widely
opened
What's the matter with that boy
going round to some places and
whistling the most taking airs from
the opera after it's brought out? Does
he know them by heart?"
''Effery wone." said George, gravely.
with quite a German accent.
Then look here, sonny" said the
man. For a week after this opera is
brought out you 60 round to some
places that l will tell you and just
whistle three or four of the airs. 1t
will get the people familiar with them.
don't you see? Isn't that a good idea.
Szag?"
ia. Dos ist gut said George. grave
ly. Then George said he could go
around with him the first night 20 three
places that Mr.. Gamer mentioned. and
see that he didn't get run over
''All right Will his folks let him do
it? I'll give you three dollars a week
and pay your car fare. That's pretty
good for little chap like you to get for |
simply whistling. wouldn't want you
TO do it for more than a fortnight
George said. in his slow way. that he |
thought Mrs. McDOugall would be per |
fectly willing. and explained that there |
was no Mr.. McDotgall in the family, so |
opposition need not be looked for in |
that quarter. Mary, Teddie's sister,
oh 1,x~& e.
she wouldn't care if he went along with |
the boy. If the truth were told. it oc-
CURED to George, who was quicker
with his thoughts than his words. that
looking after her little brother might
him somewhat to Mary. whom
ne regarded as very pretty, sweet
'ort of girl very sweet girl
Mrs McDougan was breathless with
wonder When she learned that someone