The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-11-24

New 2 OK. n 0a- Ir q Very ll.ir"".l d.
BE old orgau--aud the grinder OF it is
quite as miserable in appearance at least.
never knew him TO Doe visible
on warm morning, but when fl
is quite chilly anu everybody out
IS shivering and has am unkind feeling
toward everybody else. then I hear the
tunes being ground out. and sometimes
I get up and look out at him. Always I
throw a few pennies out of the window,
and ne bows as If he were a knight of
old. or a baron of high degree Why?
on. don't know. Sometimes 1 find the
tears streaming down my face when he
is playing a waltz-Weber's Last-and
there comes to me- as there comes 10 you,
the memory of the days when I last heard
the waltz, and whirled around in time to
it: and now. when / hear il. 1 wonder
as YOU do, where are the old partnerst
Where are the old musicians and where
are the other women who found the mu-
sic Of the waltz fascinating? Just as
am wiping off a tear he begins to play
MY Maryland"
And somebody sitting near me says:
ssYou don't remember. but / DO when the
soldiers marched through Baitimore-the
captive soldiers. and we could give them a
cup Of coffee, on a bit Of something to
eat when they halted but couldn't speak a
word, for they We're prisoners Of war. ~
might be a brother or a father, but the
most that could be done was to look In
their eyes and hand them something that
would stay them in their long, tOilsome
march Oh, yes. sometimes We women
broke the law, or the spirit of it. / re-
meber the order went out that every
body was TO put out q 1ag-an American
flag. A young girl whose lover. whose
brother and whose father were all in the
confederate army. put out of the garrett
window flag that measured TWO by -FOUR
not two feet 10y four, put TWO lnches by
fOur-while out of the window OF her bed
chamber hung what seemed TO be a huge
black flag, which means, or course, seul-
tiOn. Ia half an hour time me mdfsndl
of the city had come there TO inquire. She
said she was living up 10 the law; she
had put out a flag, ana pointed 70 the
tiny one way UP at the garnet WINDOW.
Then she was asked what she meant ny
putting out a black nag. she uetldIeu
She hadn't, and when the officer pointed
10 it, she looked surprised, laughed cheef-
fully. and announced that she had only
hung her black shawl and pinned IL 10
the broom handle out TO ar.
This proved to be true, nut
it was suggested TO her that in future
she had better air her black shawl out OF
the back window. But that was fun, and
all Baltimore laughed TO think Of a Wo-
man getting the better Of the stern au-
thorities. But those were sad days when
women saw the men they loved, thin,
haggard tired and vet, all that could be
done was to stand there silently, ana Or
fer to every one something 10 eat or
drink 1t is true that many a love letter
was folded in a sandwich that many a
bright eye looked all the sympathy that
it wasn't permitted to speak. The organ
is plaving the star Spangled Banner"
and suddenly IL has come TO me ana my
comrade that those days have gone, ana
that there is only one flag now, and that
no women are as patriotic as the south
ern women, and that in their desire to
have the best man in the best place, even
Maryland voted against the ticket that,
in years gone by, represented southern
aristocracy.
There is one new tune in the organ; it
is what you would call common, but then
most of us are common, for l take II
that common means being alike. Most
of US are a bit sentimental; most OF us
lind that the blood in our veins dances
and our hearts thrOb when We hear some
tune that in a way touches up. Just now
At Is a very common air There only
one Girl in the World for Me"-nobody
knows who wrote it-that is, nobody of
any impOrtance-but il touches you and
Il touches me, and il makes one of my
neghbors think of some girl who meant
all the world to him, and II makes me
think of somebody whO--oh! well, so
many are gone. The cOmmonest tunes,
the tunes of the people, are the great
ones. w no UOAnlS LldL annie Laurie
will outlive Tristan and Isolde? How
can you imagine a lump coming in
your throat when all the instruments In
the orchestra are clashng, and the sing
efforts to make you appreciate German OPP
era? Nobody has to try to make such
noise when Ben Bolt" is sung. Nobody
has to do that when any loving or lovable
little song is to be sung; but then, / don't
think the world at large is affected by
these very trying things. Mademoiselle
n1.g terava .ffa ~
five hours day, just over my head,
would probably disagree with me and call
me vulgar. Probably ] am, but l never
knew a poem or a song worth remember
ing that wasn't what the analytical writ
ers or scientific musicians call common.
Speaking of poetry, 1 must ask you to
take OF your hat my friend, for great
poet has died, and ia the presence OF his
death we must all be uncovered. Who is
he? We only had one great poet in this
country and that was Eugene Field. II
he had been anywhere else but in America,
laurels would have crowned him. What
he has done has been to make men,
women and children love his verses and
love the man. You and l can't doubt
that he is with his Little Boy Blue and
while we are certain of it, we think of
the little boys and the little girls who
must be standing near him, who closed
their eyes forever to this world. but who,
while they We're here, delighted in hear
ing about the Hushaby Lady from Lula
by Street, who came clothed so marvel
ously with peoples that hung from her
head to her feet. 1 never knew Eugene
Field, but 1 loved him as thousands OF
women have loved him, because of his
printed works; those words which, while
they We're in black and white came as Ger
tainly from the heart as they did from
the brain. / fear the world at large
didn't appreciate him as they should, be-
cause his was a great soul If you doubt
it, get the Little Book of Profitable
Tales" and read the story called THE
First Christmas Tree l have known
men who counted themselves hard
hearted, men who believed in nothing
but who when they read that story, sud
denly found the tears chasing each other
down their cheeks, and We're forced tC
realize that there was something better
here and hereafter, because one man
told them So That is a wonderful fancy
about the little tree, more beautiful thar
all the rest, which was loved by the
forest, and the pride of all other trees
When il grew TAN enough a great mar
came and sat under it, and talked, anc
cured those who were sick of body and
sick Of heart, and once its shade hid hin
as he Wept and was unhappy for MANY
days and many nights, forty in all AND
then, q rough crowd rushed in the wood
and, to the horror of an the other trees
cut down this one which was their prid,
and joy, broke Off its beautiful branches
and shaped il strangely and on il sui
fered that one who had come to save tn,
world. And this was the story of tn
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