The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-12-21
FAUIT oF THE sERREE PIANO.

Its Music Suggests Story, Inter
rupts 1t and Gets a Man Into
Trouble.
New York Sun; Down below, the
street piano had struck up rollIcking,
joltins, devr-may- sort of melody,
strangely at variance with the hackney
ed rag-tlme, and all out of keeping with
Its surroundings. Its theme was 'buco-
lie. Through every trill and treble it
sang of the green hills and pastures up
the state The portly business man
Strengthened himself like a startled III
ger and listened,
II never expected to hear that tune
again." he said.
Then he paused, and took up low.
whistling accompaniment to the air,
his head unconsciously nodding from
side to side. and his elbows making spas
mode efforts to lift themselves outward,
like the wings OF homlng pigeon.
Tell me about It," said his auditor.
i. rowing Interested there's the memory
OF mighty good time here somewhere. .
re there?" cried the portly business
man Just wait until tell you al!
about 1t. But first, want to hear some
more OF that" He ran to the window.
opened it, and whistlcd TO the departing
musician. Here" he shouted, throw
ing a half dollar, play that last one
over until tell you 10 stop"
The delighted Greek grlnned ana
dofred his hat A moment later the tan
talking strains began afresh. coming
with added dlstinctness through the open
window. The portly business man Ut
| tered gasp OF delight.
That's It," he cried, prancing away
| from the window like a wild gaZelle
.'Ter-ump, teedle- de-dee, tesdle-te-tea-
terp' He executed bow. whirled on one
toe placed the back OF his left hand nm
/ his waist and elevated the other high
above his head, 10 grasp the finger tips
| Of an imaginary partner whom hs then
seized iGhuut the waist and swung int"
| place with great energy.
| The street pinnO ut this moment was
| attacked with indigestion or similar
| consequences OF the unwOnted repet-
! tlon, and stopped The pOrtly gentle
/ nun sank into his chair looking 1t
| Tie shame faced
You must excuse me-" he said You
! see ira so long why, ] was going 10
I tell you. wasn't /? Wei. II was six
teen years ago last month"
| BUT here the street piano suddenly re-
/ guned business, with Increased time u
make good the delay. The portly bus
! mess man spranE to his feet again
/ and hurled the furniture aside for q
/ considerable space. In which he gallop
ed. capered, raced. rollicked and flew
| like Pawnce Indian In the rites proceed
| inE the wRrpath.
"pauce" he shouted why don't
/ they know what It means in this parl
OF the world Tlddy-ump, lump. tee
| de
But his excited auditor had seized a
chair. and was venting his enthusiasm
| by vigorous blows on the floor In time
| 10 the muslc
That's the kind" roured the ports
business man GEOGRAPHICALLY swing
| Teedle- decide deedle-dce Now All
mon left. yea get over there
Just then there was a hurried SOUND
OF feet In the corridor, and the intrepid
porter Of the building, with upturnet
coat collar and jaw Squared for fearful
emergency. appeared IN the door. Be
bind him were two policemen, and q
dozen white-faccd clerks.
why. you sec-" ytnmmcrGd III,
pnrtly business man. there was stree
/ piano" and there he paused. But rs
The fatal melody came floating up from
below, the face Of one of the policemen
relaxed into a knowing smile.
Come on. city Teller" lie drawled
turning 10 his comrades I'VE amt Eo
no orders TO bust up harvest dance