Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1893-02-03

WONT you PLEASE PLAY MY TUNE, DEARy"
'In about half minute. he began little
strain
That reminded me OF birds I've heard a-singin'
down the lane.
And / seemed to smell the flowers and TO feel
the summer breeze,
As his hands moved slow and gentle up and
down the iv'ry keys.
Then the birds all stopped a-sinzin, and
cloud came in the sky
And / felt as II I'd like 10 have good old.
fashioned cry,
For clean forgot Maria. with her lovin' heart
so dear,
And didn't seem TO have n friend in all this
great world here.
Then the music got beseechin' and 1t came SO
| sweet and low
| That felt my hear ayearnin'-Iest for what,
didn't know;
But It made me feel as II I'd like to make up If
| might,
| With the folks bore grudge to, ask forgive
| ress and do right
'I was feelin awful wicked, awful lonesome.
| awful sad
| When the sun came out a-shinn. and the birds
| all felt so glad
That they sang like they was crazy, and my
heart got light and gay,
| As thought Of my Maria as she looked our
| weddin' day
81 had truly loved her then. but now loved her
| ten times more,
Why her hands was douoly precious with the
| wrinkles that they bore.
| Then the music changed little. and the sounds
| came long and clear,
| TIL they faded In the distance as / brushed
away tear
IAN that day and all that ev'nin' felt kinder
| lost and queer.
For that curious tune he played her kept a
ringin' in my ear;
| And found that he had writ II, and that made
| her love IL more,
DO he played 1t for her often, and listened at
| the door
boarders went away.
| AND 1t made me awful lonesome not 10 hear the
| organ play
Then the autumn changed to winter. and one
| day had 10 go
| To the city on some business TO collect bill or
|
business settled. was walkin' up Broadway
| that afternoon,
When saw a-comin' toward me that young
man that played the tune,
And as he my hand was shakin'. sayin' I was q
glad surprise,
/ was noticin' sadness that had come into his
| eyes
"As we walked along together. through the
fastly fallln' snow,
| inquired how his girl was, and he said be
| didn't know.
And before left the city he had told me all
about
dow they'd had little Quarrel-as oil lovers
| do. no doubt
''Tenin him to keep up courage. and TO run uT
in the spring.
l came home and told Maria that hoped the
| futurcd bring
Ev'ry happiness and comfort to them young
| folks for knew
Lovers quarrels almost always make theii
| love more Arm and true
some time long in March or Aprn came o
little note to me
From the pretty boardcr mother. sayin they q
be up 20 tea
On the Saturday that followed. that the sfri
| was far from veil
Though they didn't know what allied her-doc-
tor said he couldn't tell
"wal, thought knew what allied her better
than the doctor. too.
SO went and writ her lover: Come up for
| week. now do
Leave your business cares and worry, let your
poor brain stop its whirl'
But OF course didn't say single word about
his girl
"on the night they had appointed came the
ladies'. and knew
That the girl was sick with grievin'. and that
proved her love was true
Then left them eatin' supper. and / drove
down 10 the train,
And brought back the weary lover. who seemed
glad to come again
''In the parlor then 1 left him, and ia hardly
closed the door,
When he sat down at the organ. and heard
that tune once more,
But he'd scarce began to play It. when the door
few open wide,
And his swectheart's arms were round him
and they asked no cure beside"
Wallace Vincent, in ". Y. Ledger.