The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1894-10-25
AWAKENED BY DIXIE"
The louisville Insurance Nan Jumped to
His Feet and Yelled.

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Lefty. 1t is true, however, or at
least vouched for as such by u New
York man born in the South. And
this was the way he told it in Lou
isville few nights ago:
"What year was it that Pat Gill
more's band was playing in Madi-
son Square Garden for the last
timer 1t doesn't matter. 1t was
the year before Gilmore's death,
anyhow. i ought TO remember the
date, though, for one of your Lou
isville boys caused me to remember
every incident of n certain night
that season. I'll tell you about it
if you like"
The question in the New York
er's words was drowned in the tone
that vociferated his wish to tell the
story, or! Z was called for by =
polite chorus.
81 had been to a dinner party,
and drifted into the Garden be-
cause / was lonely and had seen
everything at the theaters worth
seeing. l didn't pay much atten-
ton to the concert, and as l slipped
green mint | became interested
in young man at the table next
to mine. / didn't know him then,
but / learned afterward that he
was prominent young insurance
man of this city. He had evil
IDENTIFY been seeing the seamy side
Of New York for some days, and
had held up his end, as is the GUS
tom of Keatuckians. Bat he had
come to the conclusion that he
needed a little solitude; had forsa-
ken his friends and found the de-
sired loneliness in the crowded
Garden. He picked his steps with
suspicious care as he came in, but
the good form of his appearance
was marred only by wrinkle or
two on the linen that formed part
of his evening dress. The cause of
these wrinkles was apparent when,
leaving his glass untasted before
him, his head sank and he fell into
much needed sleep. | smiled
and thought of other things until
toward the close of the program
the band began n medley of ma
tional airs. 1t opened with Yam
kee Doodle My Maryland and
Marching Through Georgia. Sew
eral other tunes followed, and then
with a brassy crash the band COM
menced the air that for all time
will start a-tingling every drop in
the veins of n Southern born man.
The bowed neck Of the sleeping
stranger swung straight and his
eyes opened. Dazed by his sudden
awakening he looked about him a
moment. Then, as the strains of
the music swept upon his ear, he
sprang to his feet, shot one hand
with clenched fist above his head,
and in u voice that echoed from
side to side of the big building,
yelled:
Dixie! BY Cd"
There was an instant of dead
silence followed by ~ shout of
laughter and applause. Gilmore
looked around, provoked and dis
concerted, and for the first time
that famous baud Numbered and
the medley continued with little
regard for musical accuracy. No
lobster II la Newburg was ever red
der than that young man from
Louisville as he sat in his chair.
He wished himself a thousand
miles away, but he was too game to
run, and when first one and then
another employee of the place gath
cred around him and told him he
must leave, this conversation fol-
lowed:
"You must get out Of here"
IL won't do it,"
you've got to. You've raised a !
here, and you'll either
get out or be put out"
II won't go. I'm sorry ! made
any noise, but il will DO bad for the
first man that lays hands OH me
for cheering for Dixie"
"Come! Get out of here"
"And just then, three tables off,
q big dark man arose and came to-
ward the group. From five tables
away a little man with blazing eyes