Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1906-05-10
lcopyrigh,, isos. ~ Joseph y. DOvlss.l

dience. II was composed OF the usual
crowd of shoppers and oilers. lie had
studied with interest the girl that
played the piano. She was n childish
looking little thing In her cheap, Ill
looking uniform of black alpaca. but
Mr. Meyer was not thinking Of the
girls looks. For her unattractiye APP
pcarance there was ample cOmpensa-
ton. Magnetism was in her touch.
She could draw crowd TO the coun-
ter where sheet music was sold-and
that was all she was there for.
Mr.. Meyer listened TO the music;
he watched the crowd, and lie felt
the rancor of disappointment, the
pang OF thwarted ambition. Rosen-
thai company-Meyer & Levy's great
est competitor - always managed to
make arrangements to furnish most
of the music. Mr.. Meyer cherished
his resentment in silence; Mr.. Meyer
was diplomat and rarely allowed his
grievance to become apparent. But
this morning. when he turned his
back on the crowd and noticed Miss
McCabe. the head-of-stock, standing
near him, he could not resist the
temptation OF saying:
"You should half better biano
blayen here" His words had the con-
fdendal tone used only to an old ac-
quaintance.
Sure, We should" The head-of-
stock assented readily, TO his sur
prise. "She has n pull" Miss McCabe
wrenched the music into place with
unnecessary vigor.
you dondt say!"
but / do say" The head-of-stock
spoke aggressively. About three years
ago the old man was passing through
here one evening, just as we were
ready TO go home, and found her
ladyship playing the pianner all by
her lonesome. He stops and listens
feels sorry for such a kid-asks her
questions. then sends her to planner
teacher. and pays for her lessons.
Talk about luck. Why, she has a
life job here-and' I've got n cousin
that can play twict rs good
5000" said Mr.. Meyer, and at that
moment the head-of-stock's attention
was claimed by customer. Mr..
Meyer was left 10 digest the valuable
information he had 50 unexpectedly
received. when some one behind him
sang low and blithely:
81 want to be an actor lady up On
Broadway"
Mr.. Meyer started ana turned. He
ceased clinking his watch chain: The
little pianist was looking over some
music on the counter. She was con-
scious of his presence only inasmuch
as she was always glad to have an au-
dience.
you blay grandt," said Mr. Meyer.
The girl glanced at him quickly
then smiled and said with jocose
friendliIess:
"Wha, are you givln' u.s."
I'm gillen i'd to you straighdt. I'm
Mr.. Meyer What supplies most OF der
moosia. and say. listen, nexdt v.n-
ter cur firm isS thinker on senden
oudt a concert combany on der roadt
real actor ladies! III our blans
comes oudt as We expect, We gil you
$50 a. week for maken der moosic"
When the girl took her seat at the
piano, she noted. as she ran her
fingers over the keyboard, the look
of expectancy on the faces about her;
then she smiled at her audience; her
gazo sought out Mr.. Meyer; she broke
into The melody, and simultaneously
everybody kept time with the infec-
tious strains OF
1--WE got my eye on you-oo-oo-!
Mr.. Meyer turned violently red. He
thought the entire audience was loJk-
ing at him. He never for a moment
connected i've got my eye on you
with the concert in the air to which
he had introduced the girl to feed
her egotism. and thereby gain her
good will. To Mr.. Meyer that con-
cert was but happy thought that
served its purpose and was forgotten;
but he never lost sight Of his scheme
to attach the girl that played the
piano to the interests Of the house OF
Meyer & Levy.
He dropped into the department one
day and saw the little pianist alone
at the counter selecting music. Miss
McCabe was nowhere to be seen. Mr..
Meyers heart beat fast. He felt he
had not a moment to lose.
The girl saw him coming, greeted
him with a smile, long sidewise
look, said: Hello" and continued her
selection.
well, how you are to-day?"
"out Of sight" She began to hum
an air.
SAY" Mr.. Meyer looked about eau
tiously, "you should blay more OF our
moosic."
why should II"
Because" said Mr.. Meyer, earn
estly. you know e. you would do
us der favor We would make i'd worth
your While"
"oh. no. you wouldn't" said the girl,
quickly.
why. wouldn't ve?" asked Mr.. Meyr