The sun. (Jacksonville, Fla.) 1905-1908, 1906-07-07
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FOR he IL an inspired man. livery
inch OF him 10 inspired-~you might
almost say inspired separately. He
stamps with his feet, he tosaes his
head, he swAys and swings 10 and
fro; he has wizened-up little face,
irresietahly comical; and, when he
executes q turn or q flourish, his
brows knit and his lips work and HIS
eyelids wink IN d very ends OF his
neclstie bristie out. And every now
and then he turns apon his compan-
ions, n0dding, signalling beck0ning
frantically with every inchAof him
appealing, imploring IN behnif Dof the
muses. and their call. y.
For they are hardly worthy ~
TamOsziup, the other two members "a
the orchestra. The second violin IN 4
El0valx. a tall. gaant man with blecA
trimmed spectaclep and the mute and
patient look Of an overdriven mule;
he responds to the whip but foehiy'
and then always falls back into his
old run. The third man ID very mt.
with q round, red, sentimental nose.
and he plays with his eyes turned np
to the sky aud q look of innnit0
yearning. He IL playing bass part
upon his cello, and so the excite.
ment ID nothing To him: no matter
what happens In the treble, Il is hia
task TO saw out one long drawn and
.lugubrious note after another, from
four O'clock In the afternoon until
nearly the same hour next morning,
for his third OF the total income o.
one dollar per hour.
Before the feast hiss been ave min
utes under way. Tamcsxiua Kugzleike
has risen In his excitement; Aminute
or two more and you see that he n
beginning TO edge over toward the
tables. His nostrils are dilRk6d and
bin breath comes fast his demons
are driving him. He mods nald
shakes his head at his companions,
Jerking at them with his yioliL, until
al last the long form OF the second
violinist also rises up. III che end VII
three Of them begin advancing, st6p
by step. upon the banQueters. Valeu'
tinavyszia, the 'ceilist, humping along
with his instrument between not6a,
Finally oil three are gathered at The
foot Of the tables, and there Tamos
zius mounts upon q stool.
Now he IL In his glory. DOMINATING
the scene. Some of the people Ar<
eating. some are laughing and tnIhine
but you will make q great mistake
II you think there Ii one OF them who
d0es not hear him. His notes axt
never true, and his fiddle huzzeN On
the low notes and eQuent1 and
scratches on the high; but these
things they heed no moro than they
heed the dirt and noise and sQunl0l
shout them--it ID oAt Of this material
that they have TO build their lives
with e that they have to utter kheil
souls. And this il their ,ittornnce:
merry and boisterOus. Or r1ournfu'
and wailIng, or passionate and rebel
lious. this music il their music, muaif
OF home. II stretches out its arms Il
them, they have only 70 Rive them
selves UP. Chicago ana III saloons
and It's slums fade away there nrt
green meadows and sunIit rivers
y mighty forests and syi0W-cInd hiIla
They behold home landscapes aid
childhood scenes returning; old loves
and friendships begin 60 Walxe1. I'D
Joys and gricfs 10 laugh and we6n
Some fall back and close their oycn
some beat upon the table. Now and
then one leaps up with cry and
calls for this song or that; and thes
the fire leaps brighter n Tamoazinn'.
eyes, and he flipgs up hia nddle and
shouts to' his competitions, and away