Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1901-08-03

pered:
"By thunder, but what do you call
thatY"
1t was the strains OF fiddle next
door 1t squeaked and walled and
squawked as It was being tuned up to
the key of G and then started of on
the air of Buffalo Gals" like a young
colt galloping across its pasture.
by John, but think of itp gasped
Mr.. Bowser as his eyes began to bulge
out. "My second cousin dies out in Ne
braska, and scarcely get word OF it
and sit down to grieve when human
hyena next door starts In to work jig
tune out Of his old fiddler
"But our grief is our own" replied
Mrs. Bowser. 1--WE can't expect nor
do we ask the world to grieve with u.s."
81 know that. don't L? But the world
has no right to play blamed old fiddle
under our nose when we are feeling as
we do tonight. That noise has got to
stopw
81 think If we go UP stairs we shall
not hear It."
"we'll neither go up stairs nor down
cellar, but stay right here, and that
man will either stop that fiddle or I'll
stop his windw
But you see we can't do anything"
protested Mrs. Bowser, with a plead
ing in her tones. "a man has right
to fiddle in his own house. Come up
TO my room and let me read you to
sleep"
Don't talk nonsense to me. My sec
ond cousin dies out in Nebraska. l
come home to shed tears to his memo
ry. As grieve there suddenly breaks
in on my sad memories the high diddle
diddle notes of fiddle as If to mock
me- Tell the cook TO go over there and
warn that fiend In human form to shut
up or take the consequences"
"But she wouldn't go on such an er-
rand as that. Please don't let such a
little thing disturb you. He may not
play FIVE minutes longer"
"You het he won'tr' exclaimed Mr..
Bowser as he started down the hall.
"I'll 20 over there and see that he
doesn't. l might stand the yeowling
of cats or the wailing Of hand organ
but when q nah breaks in on my grief
with the fiddle 1t is going too far"
Mrs. Bowser begged and pleaded, but
he was firm. He Yves so firm that he
didn't wait for his hat. He passed out
doors and through the gates and rang
the bell OF the next house. and it was
the man Of the fiddle who answered his
ring"
81 want this riot stoppedr' said Mr
Bowser, with his usual promptness.
"W-what riot" asked the wondering
neigbbor.
"You are playing on fiddle.'
"Yes, but | am In my own house.
think you live next door, don't you"
Exactly, and while ! am grievinl
tonight over the death of my secont
cousin In Nebraska you are Saving
away on blamed old fiddle. 1t mus
be stopped"
"Oh. 1t mustl Well see about that
What is Jour second cousin to me
How dare you come here and say
must do this or that?"
"Will you stop this squawking o
notf" demanded Mr.. Bowser.
mo, won't, and you'd better &c
back home! ] want no old kickers tel
Ing me what must or must not do"
! "Sir, my second cousin out in NJ
braslta"--
"Durn your second cousin out In N,
, braska and you tool"
Then Mr.. Bowser grabbed both ma
and fiddle. From her own doors Mr.
Bowser saw them clinch and strugg
and roll down the steps and over IL
grass. and the cat looked on and ga
to herself that It was the prettie
scrap that she had seen for year.
the end of five minutes Mr.. Bowser l.
go and returned home. His cloth,
were in tatters, his nose was bleedin
and his chin had been knocked out
true, but behind him he had left iu
as sad looking object and fiddle
fragments besides. He stood in ii
hall and pulfed and blowed and glare