The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-11-27

The band was playing Marching
Through Georgia" when the Warrens
entered the hall. Mr.. Warren could
tell that. If it had been anything else
he wouldn't have known what it was,
as that was the only tune he had ever
been able to distinguish. Somehow,
there was something about that mar
tial air that set his soul on fire and
made vibrant the one slender chord of
music that nature had seen fit to inn
plant in his breast.
He was quite proud of his ability to
recognize Georgia" and he never lost
an opportunity of impressing his Clev-
erness upon others. That night when
they passed slowly down the aisle he
said to his wife, proudly: Hear that?
! tell you that's the most wonderful
piece of music that was ever writtcN.
1t makes me n soldier, every inch of
me, to hear the opening strains"
Mrs. Warren listened and cudgeled
her memory, but she couldn't for the
life of her make out what it was. II
it hSd been "Annie Laurie" she would
have known it at once. She. like her
husband, had been aroused by but few
notes and they belonged to annie
Laurie" Mr.. and Mrs. Warren had
never confessed to each other their
woeful obtuseness of musical perCep-
tion, and judging Ivy the enthusiasm
which they displayed when their re-
spective favorites We're struck up, each
supposed the other to be something of
a connoisseur in the detection of a
false note or a break in time. The only
really serious misunderstanding they
had ever had was at a Memorial day
parade when there was a band on
either side of them, one playing
Marching Through Georgia" and the
other "Annie Laurie" Mrs Warren
leaned back i'm her chair on the re-
viewing stand and sighed contented-
ly. isn't that divine?" she muir
INJURED. Yes" assented Mr. Warren,
then in stentorian tones he sung: "Hur-
rah, hurrah. the flag that made us
free!" "Oh, not that" interrupted
Mrs. Warren. They're not playing
that. They're playing 'MaXwelton
bracs are bonnie" II know better.
I guess I know that air when / hear
it," The quarrel rapidly took on a
serious phase and it is difficult to de-
termine how it would have ended had
not a woman near by explained the
circumstances of the two bands, thus
making each in the right.
But that is neither here nor there.
The band was playing Marching
Through Georgia" when they arrived
at the concert and Mr.. Warren knew
it. Mrs. Warren did not know, but she
pretended that she did and got just as
much enjoyment out Of it as if she
had had every note by heart They
had been given complimentary tickets,
and when the usher finally got them
seated they found themselves only two
rows back from the stage. The blare
of the brasses and the roll of the drums
sounded harsh and discOrdant at that
distance, and although it was a patri-
otic occasion on which national and
other popular airs reigned supreme
there was nothing in either the spirit
ed composition or their mastery rem
dition to appeal to Mr.. Warren. All
around him were people loudly ap-
plauding and now and then humming
a chorus in rhythmic unison and he
wondered what they were doing it for
and wished they would keep still. He
was hot and tired and thirsty, and
when the musicians left the stage he
decided to go out i'm the foyer and walk
around awhile. He asked Mrs. War
rem to join him. but she was busy
studying the bonnet Of a woman di-
rectly in front Of her and declined the
invitation, so he went alone.
There We're many people there, either
standing around in groups or prone
nading slowly to and fro. Mr.. Warren
was cross and somehow the sight of