The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-09-17

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are infused with equal rigidity, and his
voice resembles the clang of a hammer up
on a section of armor plate. He would
make an imposing hgurehead for a first
class battleship.
Every morning the|King stalks south
ward, figure erect and eyes front. If he
doesn't know you, he doesn't see you; il
he does, you may or may not receive
steely nod, according to his royal mood.
/ You must bow and scrape, in any case. lie
expects and receives it all Che way down
| the street; then the doorkeeper Scrapes,
the bootblack scrapes. The elevator boy
| scrapes, and the entire court rises up and
makes profound obelsance. The day over,
salaams are repeated. and he stalks north
ward TO his great, handsome, lonely bach
elor apartments, and spends his evening
heaven knows how! Certainly not at con-
eerts. He hated music of every kind save
the harsh jingle and roar OF downtown
traffic. He might have replaced the pipe
and bowl Of that other monarch by
drink and cigar; the fiddlers three he
would certainly have strangled.
Which brings me to a certain morning
when he stalked stiffly southwark. with an
ugly look in his eye and stranguation IN
his thoughts And he didn't allow any
one to divert his attention from it either.
The doorkeeper, the bootblack, and the ell
evator boy bowed and scraped in vain; and
the entire court rose up and salaamed to
utter vacancy. He assembled his throne,
pressed button and stared his calendar
+ out of countenance until the imperial stem
ographer arrived, when he sunk lower IN
his seat thrust his fists deep in his peck
cts, scowled ferociously at the toe of his
| boot and dictated as follows:
Editor Of the New York --; Sir: While
/ heartily applaudiug the complaints pub
/ lished in your columns from time to time
against petty nuisances regret that the
most abominable outrage practiced upon
! New Workers has so far escaped censure.
/ l allude to the Matchmaking practices of
! those Italian vagabonds VINO until the
| necessary bribe is eXtorted grind out their
! ear-splitting discords beneath their
| victims windows. 1 am not an invalid
| nor a crank; on the contrary, normal and
good-tempered. QIere the imperial steno-
| grapher felt his eye turned on her and
/ moved not a muscle) But, sir could the
! inventor of the piano organ be found to-
| day, I should unhesitatngly say strange
i him. and as for these mendcants and
| their equally criminal supporters nothing
| short Of slow torture would do them JUS
! tice. l was racked all last evening by one
! of these hideous instruments, and the
nelghborhood of my office is positively
! haunted by a certain rascahy Italian
blackmailer who renders work absolutely
impossible by the repetition of maudlin
| ballads. | allude especially to the present
epidemic of -" But here he. was inter-
rupted
swe-e-et Rosie Q'Grara-ady..r>s .l-a
My dear little Rose!
The blackmailer had arrived A lord
| in-waitng rushed to the window. The
! King grasped a paper weight and stood
! by. The imperial stenographer shudder-
| ed. The wizened little Italian below melt
ed into joyous smile poor, deluded
wretch, and waved his hand playfully.
she-e-es my steady la-a-ady.
| Most everyone -.
What most everyone did was never di-
| vulged. The blackmailer trundled his or
| gan Off still wearing the joyous smile, The
| Lord-in-waiting was dispatched 20 the
| street with orders 10 have him arrested if
| he continued within earshot. The imperial
| stenographer resumed her pencil with
trembling fingers, while his majesty, stalk
| ing up and down, continued at white heat
He closed with this powerful peroration:
why are these gross violations of pub
| lie order permitted by the authorities?
| Certainly daily life contains enough I'M
] avoidable nuisances without our foster
in gthis one, which is a disturbance 70 all,
a pleasure to none, and, I repeat, vir-
| tually a petty backmailing scheme.
Truly we are a long suffering peopler'
A few hours later the King, who pos
| sessed considerable interests on the East
Driver, boarded car and jolted across
town. That is, the other passengers jolt
ed; he retained his adamantine rigidity.
But fate decreed that horse should drop
sunstruck across the track; a block en-
sued and the royal horsecar was stalled
quite distance from the river. The King,
who regarded any obstruction of his inn
perial progress as personal affront,
fretted and fumed, pulled out his watch
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in a tremendous hurry, but apparently
the horse, a dozen blocks away, was an
anarchistic beast His majesty might have
got off and walked, but the sun was hot
and the way unsheltered, so he preferred
to mop his brow and scowl up the cross
street.
1t was a short one, consisting of grimy,
stunted houses and one large, handsome
building at the further end. The front of
each house was decorated with It's in
ma tes' underwear; and on each doorstep
sat a small, dirty child, holding a baby.
The King had never seen so many children
before; he was reminded Of swarm of
flies In shady corner sat a knot of
laborers, drinking from tin pals devour-
ing immense sandwiches and smoking clay
pipes; while on the housetops were stretch
ed dizzy labyrinths OF cothesline and
more underworld Every one seemed to be
on the most intimate terms and the exact
/ season might have been ascertained by
careful study of the refuse vegeta bic. mat
ter.
Disguised with the prospect, the King
| closed his eyes and ruminated over GER
tain stocks; but presently shrill chatter
broke the monday lull, and. looking
abroad once more, he beheld coming down
the street, led by little 10-year-old clat-
tern, his friend, the blackmailer, pulling
his organ after him. waving his hand play
fully at the children and wearing the same
joyous smile-which, 1t appears, was
chronic.
The King clutche1 his knees, gasped
and nearly broke blood vessel. Twenty
yards off, the blackmailer halted And II
seems almost like a sly joke on the part
OF fate, that the first sounds should have
been:
- most every ones knows.
And, when we are married,
How happy we'll be!
1 love sweet Rosie O'Gra-a-ady,
And Rosie O'Grady loves me-e-el
BY this time the babies had been for