Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-12-18

The young people put up at the hotel
for tea and sat in the parlor ana con-
yersed till the meal was ready.
play something, Madeline" said
Grace. who was large. powerful girl,
with tight shoes and slight stoop In the
back, but one could see by her muscular
frame that she stoops to conquer, Tor
thought when / saw her that she was
the village blacksmith, who meath the
spreading chestnut stands, with strong
and brawny arms, God wot, and whisK-
ers on his hands.
"Play something, Madeline" again
came the pleading, yet deep, rich, man
ly voice OF Grace.
"Oh, shet up!" exclaimed Madeline.
"rd druther talk or play some game Till
supper's ready. Give US rest? she
added petulantly, for one could see that
she was the spoiled darling OF the cheese
town and wore mauve suspenders over a
draddy tay CAMP. 80,
ooh. play something for me, Maddlel'
said tall, 1.-the young man with KNOB
on his throat, which rose and fell IKE
tho price OF wheat when he swallowed.
"play something for me-" he said, swal-
lowing something with sound that re-
minded one strangely OF the hanging OF
Mrs. Surratt. "Play 'Bonaparles
March, Maddie."
There was a wistiul look In his eye,
and he leaned forward toward her Till
she could almost feel his hot Bermuda
onion breath on he: cheek.
He was OF deep, passionate nature,
inclined to the sanguine bilious. HIS
father owned the livery stable under
whose auspices they had come.
"Play something for me, Maddie:
PLAY 'Bonaparte's March,, exclaimed
the tall. Young man. leaning still farther
toward her and regarding her with a
look OF heart hunger In his eye that re-
minded one in spite OF himself OF one
who had been searching for the open
nolar sea and boarding himself.
eyes. do" said Grace, "play some
thing for Leonard, even IL you sour on
US" She then rose and escorted Maddie
N the piano as Saudrow would have
escorted the child wonder to the door
for A good spank. Reluctantly Maddie
went to the piano, and aside from tue
futter OF q tiny mother OF pearl suspen-
der button on the real brussels carpet
and its low buzz as 1t spun across the
zinc under the baseburner, there was
no sound. With Grace there was no
monkey business.
Madeline looked up .dreamily to the
wall. irving to think Of the piece. She
then touched the keys with technique
that was like the heavy footfaii OF
wounded buffalo.
"My uatience," she exclaimed, look
inc AT her fingers suddenly, this piano
Amt been swept since Adam was yer
limp
Merry laughter from the delegates OF
the rennet village greeted this sally.
The pIano was poor. 1t was not what
IL had once been, and IL never was
mucb. II had been taken out OF four
burning hotels within fifteen years oy
misguided people who thought that
piano ought to be preserved. 1t may
be "a well perhaps right here Tor me
n admit that / believe the time
"a coming when pianos VIII be SOLD
"a one sells good horse, for
whatever It will bring. There are gen.
orally two or three people In century
Who can get music out OF q piano, as
tbere Is man who can walk across
Niagara falls on . tight rope every
hundred years, but there Is . growing
feeling among grownup men who own
nianos. and who keep them In repair.
and who get nothing In return ous poor
uIaying, perpetual practice and apollo.
lies. that they will some day unite ana
demand some other instrument Some
dav the piano will follow the aquarium.
Win its sour crumbs on top and It's
easping little goldfish dying OF MANU-
trltior at the bottom, and they Will 90
hand in hand into the great stariess
night Of oblivion.
with this statement l bid adieu 70
good society and become great coarse
outlsH: also glad Of IL and defiant
FiEsily Madeline got started with .
mouthtul of popcorn. and played bona
nsrta,si March" All looked around
proudi- TO see II the OF quests q the
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