The Evening dispatch. [volume] (Provo, City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1895-01-05
"DIkiE."
fhs Tune Brought Him Close az His Old
Kentucky Nome.

rha Tune Brought Him Close al His Old
Kentucky Nome.
This story is not New. It is old in
pofna of date, though not in publicity.
1t is true, however, or at least youched
for as such by a New York man born in
the south. And this is the way he told
it in Louisville some time ago:
"What year was it that Pat Gilmore's
band was playing in Madison Square
Garden for the last time? 1t doesn't mat
ter. 1t was the year before Gilmore's
death anyhow. 1 ought to remember the
date, though, for one of your Louisville
boys caused me to remember every in.
cident of certain night that season.
I'll tell you all about it if you like"
The question in the New Workers.
words was drowned in the tone that
vociferated his wish to tell the story,
and it was called for by polite chorus.
81 had been to dinner party and
drifted into the Garden because l was
lonely and had seen everything at the
theaters worth seeing. I didn't pay
much attention to the concert, and as
slipped a green mint I became interested
in a young man at the table next to
mine. I didn't know MIN then, but |
learned afterward that he was promi-
nent young insurance man of Louis
vile. He had evidently been seeing the
seamy side Of New York for some days
and had held up his end, as is the Gus.
tom Of Kentuckians. But he had come to
the conclusion that he needed little
had forsaken his friends and
found the desired loneliness in the
garden. He picked his steps
with suspicious care as he came in, but
the good form of his appearance was
marred only by a wrinkle or two on the
linen that formed part of his evening
dress. The cause of these wrinkles was
when, leaving the glass IN
tasted before him, his head sank and
be fell into much needed sleep. I smil-
ed and thought of other things until to-
ward the close of the programme the
band began medley of national airs.
1t opened with Yankee Doodle,
Marching Through Georgia., and half
a dozen other tunes followed, and then
with brassy crash the band started the
air that for all time will start attn
Cling every drop Of blood in the veins
Of southern born man. The bowed
neck Of the sleeping stranger swung
straight and his eyes opened. Dazed by
MS sudden awakening, he looked about
lim a moment. Then, as the strains Of
The music swept upon his ear, he sprang
20 his feet, shot one hand with clinched |
list above his head, and in voice that
echoed from side to side of the big build
ng yelled:
" Dixie, by Cdr
There was an instant of dead silence |
ollowed by shout of laughter and ap.
clause. Gilmore looked around, pro-
,oked and disconnected, and for the first
lime that famous band Numbered and |
he medley continued with little regard |
or musical accuracy. No lobster la
Newburg was ever redder than that |
7oung man from Louisville as he sat in
lis CHAIR He wished himself thousand
niles away, but he was too game to
.un, and when first one and then anoth-
II employee of the place gathered around
lin and told him he must leave this
followed:
"'You must get out of here.
81 won't do it.
You've got to. You've raised a
here, and you'll either get
'ut or be put out.
:" I won't go. I'm sorry I made any
loise, but it will be bad for the first
nan that lays hands on me for cheering
or Dixie.
"'Comel Get out Of here.
"And just then, three tables away,
zig dark man arose and came toward
he group. From five tables away lit
lie man with blazing eyes was already
oming. Five-ten-twenty men were
oming from this side and that. I lost
cunt of the number, but in a moment
be employees around the young stran-
er were no longer in an Overwhelming
majority, and in low, quiet tones in
whose GOODNESS lay the bulldog growl I
card:
He'll not go out.
Not until he's quite ready
Leave the gentleman alone and
cave him at once'
And they left him. And the crowd
lade Gilmore play that medley three
ines. And every time Dixie was
cached there was cheer that made
ne roof ring And that's all there is to
~ story except that 1 am going to look
p that young man while I'm here, be-
ause he blotted out ten years of New
ork and brought me mighty close to
ny old Kentucky home that night.