The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-09-06

| tney paid their respects at the
| house," but, be that as 1t may, the die
tator was now safely under way down
the Rouen river, and Mrs. Tanberry
reigned in his stead. Thus, at about s
| O'Clock that evening, the two ladies sat
! in the library, engaged in conversation
though, for the sake of accuracy, it
| should be said that Mrs. Tanberry was
! engaged in conversation, Miss Betty
in giving ear-when their attention was
arrested by sounds of a somewhat must
cal nature from the lawn, which ema-
mated from flute and violin.
Mrs. Tanberry bounded across the
! room like a public building caught by
a cyclone, and. dashing at the candles,
BLOW EN- out blow EN- QUIT" she ex-
! claimed, suiting the action to the word
! in fiuster of excitement
Why" asked Miss Carewe, startled,
as she rose to her feet. The candles
! were out before the question.
Why" repeated the merry, husky
voice in the darkness. MY goodness,
child, precious, those vagabonds are
here! To think of you never having
| been serenaded before!"
She drew the girl to the window and
pointed to a group of dim figures near
the lilac bushes THE dear, delightful
vagabonds" she chuckled. Il knew
they'd GOMEZ It's the beautiful Tap
bingham Marsh with his fiddle, and
young Jeff Bareaud, with his flute, and
Gene Madrillon and little Frank Chen
owith and thin win Cummings to sing.
Hark to the rascals!'
1t is perfectly truthful to say that
the violin and flute executed the pre-
Jude, and then the trio sounded full
on the evening air, the more effective
chords oblingingly drawn out as long
as the breath in the singers could hold
them, in order to allow the two fair
auditors complete benefit of the har-
mony. They sang THE Harp that Once
Thro Tara's Hail." and followed it with
Long, Long Ago
That, Mrs Tanberry whispered, be-
tween stined gusts of almost uncon-
trollable laughter, lis meant for just
mel"
Tell me the tales that to me were
so dear" entreated the trio.
Il told 'em plenty" gurgled the en-
livening widow. And l expect be-
tween us we can get up some more"
Now you are come, my grief is re-
moved" they sang.
They mean your father is on his way
to st. Louis" remarked Mrs. Tan
berry.
Let me forget that so long you have
roved
Let me believe that you love as you
loved.
l1OllSs lOIS ago. lOIS ago.
applaud, applaud" whispered Mrs.
Tanberry, encouraging the minstrels by
hearty clapping of hands.
Hereupon dissension arose among the
sounds were Immediately identified as
quintette, evidently a dispute in regard
to their next selections; one of the gem
tlemen appearing more than merely to
suggest a solo by himself, while the
others too frankly expressed adverse
~
ing. The argument became heated, and
in spite of many a Ssh" and Not so
loudl" the Unsurpassed voice of the
intending soloist, Mr. Chenoweth, could
be heard Vehemently to eXclaim: Il
will! l learned it especially for this
OCCASION, i will sing it,"
His determination, patiently, was not
to be baked without physical encoun-
ter, consequently he was permitted to
advance some PAGES from the lilac
bushes. where he delivered himself, in
| an. earnest and plaintive tenor, of the
following morbid instructions, to which
| the violin played an obligato in tremulo
+ 80 execrable and so excruciatingly dis
| cordant, that Mr. Chenoweth's subse-
| quent charge that it was done with a
| deliberately evil intention could never
be successfully opposed:
GO! Forget me! Why should sorrow
60! Forget me, and, tomorrow,
Brightly smile and sWeetly sing!
Smile! tho may not be near thee;
Smile tho ! may never see thee;
| May thy soul with pleasure shine,
Lasting as this gloom of nine!!
Miss Carewe complied at once with
the request; while her companion, un-
able to stop with the slight expression
| of pleasure demanded by the songster,
| threw herself upon a sofa and gave
way to the}mirth that consumed her.
Then the candles were relit, the sere-
| naders invited within; Nelson came
bearing sake and wine and the house
| was made merry. Presently, the romp,
Virginia Bareaud. making her appear
ance on the arm of Gen. Trumble, Mrs.
| Tanberry led them all in hearty game
of blind mans buff, followed by as
hearty a dancing of Dan Tucker Aft
er that, a quardrille being proposed,
Mrs. Tanberry suggested that Jefferson
should run home, and bring Fanchon
| for the fourth lady. However, Virginia
explained that she had endeavored to
| persuade both her sister and Mr. GRAY
to accompany the General and herself,
but that MIR. Gray had complained OF
indisposition, having suffered greatly
| from headache, on account of inhaling
so much smoke at the warehouse fire;
/ II
leave him. Miss Carewe permitted
herself the slightest shrug of the Shout
| ders.)
So they danced the quadrille with
Jefferson at the piano and Mr.. Marsh
performing in the character of a lady
| a proceeding most unacceptable to the
general, whom Mrs. Tanberry forced to
be his partner. And thus the evening
passed gayly away, and but too quick
ly, to join the ghosts of all the other
evenings since time began; and each OF
the little, company had added a cheer
full sprite to the long rows of those
varied shades that after years BRING
to revisit US. so many with pathetic re-
proach, so many bearing a tragic bur-
den of faces that we cannot make even
to weep again, and so few with simple
merriment and lightheartedness. Tap
bingham Marsh spoke the truth in.
deed, when he exclaimed in parting, 20
rare Mrs. Tanberry!"
But the house had not done with ser.
enades that night The guests had lone
since departed; the windows were still
and dark under the wan old moon
which had risen lamely, loking unfa.
miliar and not half itself; the air bore
| an odor of lateness, and nothing NOV
ed; when a delicate harmony stole out
of the shadows beyond the misty gar.
! den. Low but resonant chords sounded
on the heavier strings of a guitar, while
above them, upon the lighter wires
rippled a slender tinkling melody thai
wooed the slumberer to a delicious
half-wakefulness, as dreamily, as ten.
| derby, as the Groom of the rain on the