The Savannah morning news., 1903-01-04

away and away up high, when she
struck in with all her strength.
Scarcely had she sung two notes be-
fore the singing in the house stopped
as If by magic, and there was a dead
silence through which she sang vic
toriously.
They are spellbound!" she thought.
exultingly, and sang still more loudly.
And then came the bitter awaken
ing. The door of the house opened
and tall and beautiful man with long
hair screamed wildly:
'Ruffian of an organ grinder! Stop
that cats music at once, do you hear?
If you do not cart your miserable
wheezy old organ away Immediately.
you shall be arrested!'
'Wheezy!" gasped the indignant or
gan. If she had not been made of
the best walnut and brass, she would
have turned pale and tainted away
on the spot.
Her song ended in a mournful wall.
for her manager had let go the crank
in the very middle of her best passage.
Unhappily, he did not move away at
once, but began to argue in a loud
and unpleasant tone of voice. This
had been successful often in inducing
the persons who did not love music
to pay him money. But the beautiful
man with the long hair was different.
Perhaps he had no money. He
leaped from the stoop and hurled him.
self on the Italian
The shock threw him into the
street. This was attended with sad
results to the barrel organ, for, like
other great ladies, she had been accus-
toned all her life to be supported by
her managers arm while she sang
When he let go of her so suddenly
she staggered for a moment on her one
leg and then, with a desperate skip and
jump and limp, she fell headlong.
Sharp pains at once shot all through
her, and there was a jangling and
whirring inside of her that told her
that she had been injured internally
But even worse than the physical pain
was her mental torture.
For the woman whose singing she
had silenced leaned out of the window
and clapped her hands, and cried,
Bravo! Bravo! Drive him away"
And that woman was the barrel or
CAMS hated and cruel rival, the prima
donna!
From that day the barrel organ was
a broken and melancholy creature
Her manager tried his best to restore
her health. He performed many sur
gical operations on her with a screw
driver and a hammer, but nothing
seemed to improve her sufficiently to
make her like her old self.
She could sing as loudly as ever
but it always happened at unexpected
moments that she stopped in the
midst of her song with a click and a
rattle that sounded astonishingly like
a sob.
AS matter of fact, it was a sob
a barrel organ sob caused by a tiny
break in her polished brass heart.
Yet this misfortune, like most mis-
fortunes, brought final success to
the barrel organ. She did not know
that it was success, for most persons
do not know success when it comes.
1t looks altogether different from
what they think when they dream of
it.
So when the people, and especially
the children, would gather in joy
when she arrived, crying with smiles,
"Oh, here is the barrel organ that can
cryi" the barrel organ did not realize
that at last she was winning applause
because. of her merits. She could only
brood and brood over the word
'wheezy" that the beautiful man with
the long hair had applied to her.
Phe sobbing barrel organ became
so popular that her manager found
that it paid him much better to play
for true lovers of her music than
for the sake of being bought off by
peppery and inartistic capitalists. So
he went where children were, and
while the moody barrel organ sang
and sobbed and sang and sobbed and
sang, the children danced and adj
mired her.
One day the Italian manager helped