Little Falls weekly transcript. (Little Falls, Morrison Co., Minn.) 1894-19??, 1900-08-07
lJOBSON AT A VIOLIN,
HE THOUGHT he WAS An EXPERT IN
mi PRODUCING TUNES. Y


amiably. 'N ou've another guess COM
Ing. However, az it is not within the
range Of probability that you'd guess
correctly Il you had a million coming, I'll
just tell you what this is, Mrs. Jobson.
It's violin"
isn't that what IT,
mo, Mrs. Jobson, that isn't what you
said. You said It was fiddle"
what are you going to do with it?'
inquired Mrs. Jobson.
elaboration, I'm not going'to kill It for
its hide and tallow, and I'm not going to
use It for kindling to light the kitchen
fire with. I beg to inquire, Mrs. Jobson,
what people who buy violins generally do
with emp
TRY to play on them, suppose" re-
piled Mrs. Jobson, meekly.
Try to play on 'em, eh?" said Mr..
"Just you hang on to your sarcasm until
you need it. I've bought this violin to
play on"
But" said Mrs. Jobson, II never
knew that you played the
I'm quite aware Of that, Mrs. Jobson,"
said Mr.. Jobson, fondling his purchase as
loom and taking it to the window the bet
ter to examine it's points" II may re-
mark incidentally that there are whole
heap Of things that you don't know, Mrs.
Jobson. I'm not in the habit Of climbing
out on the caves and parading my accom-
plishments, like some people I've heard
tell of, Mrs. Jobson. I may inform you,
however, that when you were wearing
Il tn Oh 10
fore you'd begun to tuck your back hair
violin to make folks that heard me weep
or laugh at will.''
"Did you everw exclaimed Mrs. Job
son. 'Then why have you never played
since we were mar
Because it's kept me too busy trying
to keep a home over your head. Mrs.
Jobson, that's why" said Mr.. Jobson.
I'm going to take it up again now, how
there'n be some music around these parts
that'll hurt the suburban resorts by keep
ing all of our neighb0rs for blocks around
accompany me on the piano. I'm going
and then the Jobson parlor concerts will
Joachin or Marteau or Sarasate or any
thing like that, Mrs. Jobson, but If there
was any old thing used to be able to do
better than another before my plunge
into matrimony made it imperatively nec-
day and night in order to get and keep
. home together, why, it was playing the
violin, that's ALL"
/ m
home violin and piano collection in two
most entirely Of such choice classics as
."Cha mpagne Charley" mot For Joe,"
"Up In a Balloon" maggie May" "sil-
very Waves" 'Down In a Coal Nine"
"Elhn Waltz" '"Ten Thousand Miles
Away" and other concertos Of the sort
that were popular in the days Of Mr..
Jobson's youth.
Gust you practice up the piano &C.
compartments" said Mr.. Jobson to Mrs.
Jobson, handing her the piano part Of the
classic collection, land I'll 80 into train
ing in the spare room up in the attic for
a few weeks. and when I get into form
we'll play these things together and make
the neighbors jealous"
/, For about three weeks Mr.. Jobson re-
after dinner, closed the door tight, got
out his $55 Cremona and performed
thereon until nearly midnight. He put
a mute on the strings to drown the effect
Of his practicing, but for all that the CAL
lous world will never know what Mrs.
Jobson suffered. Mr.. Jobson ignored
the sharps and fats altogether in prac-
ticing, and, as for time, he was probably
- thu oD;p{or, <hot fiyno woo YnoHo fnr
slaves. Mrs. Jobson dreaded the hour
when Mr.. Jobson should demand her to
accompany him on the piano.
1t came one evening last week, when
Mr.. Jobson brought his cigar store Gre
mona down stairs from the attic, opened
up the collapsible music stand and an
bounced to Mrs. Jobson that the concert
would begin by a rendition of Mendels.
sohn's "Spring Song" by the famous
and notorious Jobson family, who had
played before crowned heads, bunko
steerers, porch climbers, etc.
Here the veil had better be- drawn.
They hadn't been playing Mendelssohn's
f5pring Song more than two and 6ne-
half minutes before the gang Of small
boys began to assemble in front of the
Jobson homestead and to indulge In cat
calls. MI. Jotson didn't hear the tumult
before his door ut first. He was too busy
telling Mrs. Jobson that she didn't know
any more about playing plano accom-
paniments than she did about glass blow
Ing; that she was all out Of time, etc.
When the crowd in front Of the Jobson
mansion had increased to about hum
bred and odd, however, Mr.. Jobson
eouldn't help but hear the delighted yells
md -shrieks and catcalls that came
In through the wide open front windows.
He stopped abruptly, laid down bis VIC.
lin, went to one Of the windows and look
ed out, pulled down the curtains and then
walked back and regarded Mrs. Jobson.
who still sat on the piano stool looking
miserable and depressed, with an express
sion of awful calm.
MADAM" said he, trying to impale
Mrs. Jobson with his gaze, this is the
parting Of the ways. 1t had to come
some time, but have been endeavoring
to stall it off as long as possible. There
is a lot that l could say with regard to
this job you have put up on me, but III
content myself with one simple question,
which desire you to answer me truth
@,,1lv, IJou, much nor hood did vOu INV