The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-05-01

Aei MN nc must NoHtc he Just
must"
"In speak to him myself" said the
Major 60 on with your singing
boy"
Another tender love song, and 10! a
grewsome miracle From out Of the
very stones, fitting from behind trees
in the park, dropping from the clouds,
maybe, so silently. so unheralded they
came were a dozen figures. Some
were hatless. others wore floating dra-
peries and had painted faces. They
drew together In hideous congeniality.
"The ideal7 calculated the lieuten-
ant. Where did they rise from?
Wen have to 20 inside
They gave the man a chair against
the wall OF the station-hOuse and made
a half-circle about him. The young
husband telephoned for his wife TO
come over and she slipped in later be-
side the Major. wearing a little blue
cape about her. All this time the man
was singing singing his own heart
out and the heart from every one else
"suwanee River, 20. terrible pathosl
my Old Kentucky Home"-O the
sweetness and possessionl "On the
Banks OF the Wabash, She Was Bred
in Old Kentucky" all with the same
Intensity and purpose; all in the same
clear, high tenor; all finding the deep
est echo in the hearts OF that strange
group.
rs that old man coming? whis-'
pered one Of the newspaper men.
Wen see him through ourselves. Ma
ior. We can't see him locked up
"I sent a man round to wake him.
retorted the Major savagely as II
ashamed to show so much feeling.
Hell come"
On. on. never firing. that brave,
bllthe voice. Sometimes the dark eyes
would wander to the door, as If to
question If help would not soon come
On. on. over and over, every ones
favorlte song. The wife's eyes were
fun OF unshed tears. Her young hus-
band was as grave as a thoughtful
monk. Some one called for repeti-
ton Of song particularly pleasing.
The first verse was sung, the second
half through; then the strange sweet
voice broke In a choking sob caught
itself. then went on hoarsely. In the
doorway stood a huge fgure-that Of
the Jew pawnbroker
He had risen from his bed and
thrown on some clothing to come to
the station. The song ended and the
Jew came forward, the hero Of the mo-
ment. He heard the story. seized the
guitar and examined It with a search
ing eye
why. that's hisi" he cried scorn-
fully. Il know that box well enough.
and he laughed a great guffaw Of mer-
riment
The next moment he swept the cir
Gle with a dark glance that was Ike
the fash Of a scimitar
"Of course, I'll take him out be
said curtly. Where is your bond
clerk27
The little wife jumped up aud ran
over TO the yellow man.
"Im so glad your friend came.
thank you so much for your singing.
with that voice-O, you can always
make an honest livingi'
The sad eyes filled. He picked up
the guitar and thrummed a string OF
two lovingly. He looked around With
confidence and began to play softly.
as II to himself Meanwhile the huge
Jew and the bond clerk were having q
mysterious interchange Of signatures
and a big p0cketbook was produced.
While the soft voice went on as an
accompaniment. thepaUnbroker picked
out the two dollars. held it out 70 the
crowd and laid it on the bond
Here's the part that hurts. he SAID
quietly
There was shout Of laughter and the
strain Of feeling vas relieved.
why did you send for me- pur-
sued the paunbroker in a pitiless sar-
casm Of men. times and manners.
The red lips trembied. the waltz
ended in a crash.
Know ny friends" be said brok-
snig
Nor play. play like sos we're mad.