Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-04-08

he repeated this extenporlZed verse half
dozen times with all accompaniment in
three flats and two sharps and ended 1t
with a Wagnerian climax.
Grand! R-a-n-n-d! Are you practic-
ing?'
The boy did not answer his mother. He
saw no need of it.
fam practicing!" he said to himself.
II 'spose she didn't hear me. Mebbe she
thinks I've run out. P'raps she's got a
notion in her head that the Forty seventh
regiment band is in here practicing.
That's always the way They never think
I'm doing anything. I'll make her hear
me this tinel"
Hitohing one toe back of the other leg
and withdrawing his foot from his slipper,
he poised tho we'll flattened and i'll shaped
article over his head.
''This will be the Grand Army coming
down Bedford avenue. I'll whistle for
the flies, and this, wabbling the slipper,
twill be the bass drumstiok, and this,
placing his finger on the deepest toned key
on what he called the 'hcre-comes-the-
woolly- woolly-wolf side" of the instru-
ment, Twill DO the drum. All ready!
Fcr-r-r-r-war-r-r moch!"
Half singing, half whistling, ho started
through Georgia 60, 900 strong. But "a sud
den order to halt came from his immediate
superior in the sewing room before tho adj
vancing column had passed beyond the
confines Of Atlanta.
care you doing as your teacher in
structed you to do?" asked his mother,
leaning we'll over the stairs, with q view to
,1ol.i v,ry MI n w
nearer than the fact warranted.
Not xactly. / was jess trying some
thing new. Say. mommer, did all of tho
SO, 600 soldiers sing all the time they WIZ
a-marching through Georgian
II do not know, my child" replied the
mother, pleased at the interest he seemed
to be taking in his country's history.
ASK your grandpa. Ho was soldier
with them"
zone Of the 60, 900 strong, mommerf"
Eyes, my little soldier boy, ono of the
10000"
II don't believe they did. know they
didu't all sing"
"How could you know itp Little boys
assume to know too much.
''Fakes don't 60 with me. I've heard
the deacon try to sing lots Of times, and,
say, he can't MARBLE little btu
This Is no time to discuss that SUBJ
ject," said the mother, stepping down to
tho turn ON the stairs and seeking to re-
move a finger mark from the wall paper
with her handkerchief. "And moreover,
Rand, you should be more respectful when
speaking about YOU grandpa, and partic-
ularlv with reference to his war record, ]
am sure he served his country faithfully,
for he has his army blanket yet and all
the clippings telling how he was drafted
as a volunteer.
II know that old blanket. It had y.
s. In the middle and moths on two ends,
but grandpop was too fly to sing when he
was down near the enemy. He wouldn't
be alive now IL he'd a-done 1t. The deacon
a-singing and tho Johnny Rebs around.
They wouldn't "a dono thing to him
WaouwP'
"Randi"
"Yes'm. Now don't bother me. I've
got to praotioe--C, G, @, E, ri How do
you s'pose I'll learn to play II you bother
me all tho timer"
THAT'S something like 1t. Now let
mother see how we'll her little boy can run
his scales"
Having somewhat enlarged the disoolor-'
alton on the wall paper, she returned to
her room. For Eve minutes all was silent
In the back purlor, save for the low whin-
Ing sound which In the floor above seemed