The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-06-16

they went to Peguig -on- Upper Skawmp for q light refrecrion of lobster and tea. t &.. t
 The result of this was that when they boarded the boat for their return just at dusk: they were too tired to ar que and too sleepy to do aught save recline in steamer chairs and dream. About them were the dusky forms of lovers undivided by dead Germans, openly billing and cooing, caring nothing for the possible sneers of on. [ lockers. but Claude and Mary noted them not. The cool air of the nay tanned them. the walking beam of the
 oat rose and fell with sluinbG r-.em- the lights of Boston were in sight. Then they awoke with a. start, little chilled. and began 10 talk.
 He said: E
 How bright are the stars! Do you catch the deep monotone of that steam-pipe? Its note. should say. ES B major. two octaves below the mid- de B.
 She said: 'I have been rapt in the tones of the man who is calling the figures of the people dancing on the forward deck. He has voice of good quality and 1t possesses that peculiar Aoa6thhCoS mUhOit iaS DCCh AOuhd tO bC best suited to the tenor role of Lohen- grin and the noble sword+motif of Hunding."
 Hemingway kicked out one leg vio- lently. Those Wagnerial yroles," he remarked. "are responsible for the ruin of aogood many voices and the ex- ploita ton of many hidious ones. If A man has no music to sing. his lack of a voice with which to sing 1t is of minor consideration"
 And she riposted,. If men or women devote themselves to the inane hummings and dronings of Beethoven, their lack of musical ear is rather a virtue"
 He said: Miss Barkerl'
 She said: "Mr. Hemingway"
 Your asperity is unwomanly."
 Your remark is both brutal and impudent." N
 He rose: she rose; both glared: her bosom heaven quickly; he was white and the fingers of his left hand clenched frantically in his long hair.
 A small. round. dark fat man inter- rupted them. He had greasy black hair. black eyebrows, black mustache and a double chin. He bowed pro- hand on his stomach. where his heart was.
 Pardon. l am Etalian. I haf ze musick-a ;eet ees my leeving. I over hear-a you. Ze signor lof Beethov' i; ze signorina lof Vognare. Leesen-a to me: Beethov' ees German-a bore; Vognare is German craz' fool Leesen; lcf.a me Verdi, Donizetti. Bellini, Rosslnh Masca gni--e'vy sweet-a Etal- ian name w'ich he end in + No man has writ musica superba onless hees name eet end zat way. I. Carlo Gius- cope Pachiarotto. so tell-a to you"
 MT. Hemingway said: "Blaspheming villain"
 Miss Barker said: ''wretch!"
 The Italian went on Inmovedly, wrought by strong desire to be of ser vice.
 You are Iofers, no? You will marry some day, ees eet not so? Leesen, |, You (pointing a. fat forefinger at Hem- ingway) snore in major; you (point- ing eight fingers and two thumbs at Miss Barke-) snore cen F minor! Bet ees deescord-a; eet ees terfibHs eet ees nlak an'ny to my nairvesAa! II, Giuseppe (produly, erossnfg his arms upon his chesD snorc cen F major, w'ich ees ez tonek of ze Tower Song-a cen Trovatore-divine Trovetore."
 Hemingway swiped at him savagely with a music roll. which never forsooll kim. Miss Barker caromed upon him with a brown parasol. Signor Pachia- rotto fled to the crowded saloon. much insulted. As the man and woman walked out upon the wharf she was laughing. Then she looked up at him shVly and said:
 Argument is vain, and there are some ridiculous things even ifs music, don't you think?'
 For answer he said: ''Vogner was magnificent" JS
 And she: Beethoven was almost di- vine!"
 Pachiarotto went to bed and snored in the tonic of the Tower Song" without knowing the good he had done.