Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1912-11-28
TheSyrnphOny

since Ino HtIle tuouIcI hou wv"
built was there such an audience
The manager was beside himself
with excitement, but the people be-
fore the curtain did not confuse him
half as much as those behind.
The weekly prizes Of 81, 81, and 80
were always contested for eagerly by
the people OF the Latin quarter
whose patronage the house solicited
and more especially this Friday
night It seemed. The manager knew
why such an unusual number ell
bowed and pushed each other In their
eagerness to get near the door.
The winners of the coveted dollars
would not sQuander them this week.
Instead, they would send them direct
ly to the homeland, where relatives
and friends were In terror and SUI
fering.
"They can't all 60 on, Steve" said
the manager to his assistant, well
have to thin them out. See what
kind OF q turn each one does and
take the best; got the funniest ev-
cry time. The people have cried
enough this week--they're paying to
be amused tonight, so be careful not
to get any weeping-willow acts.
Hustle up, now! I'll look after the
seating. The law allows US to squeeze
in 100 more"
The assistant hurried behind the
scenes and began sorting the per-
formers. It was no easy task, and
many we're the threats and curses as
one after another was refused a
chance to go on. He had almost fin
ished his selection when he came to
a swarthy little man in the costume
Of Sicilian peasant.
"Hullo!" said the assistant. What
do you do. Speak up?"
me playa de plan" said the little
man, moving his fingers over an
imaginary instrument. me playa
good. Ye-es."
mo pianists," said the assistant,
moving on. People no like. Get the
hook. Understand"
"But-me playa nice. Me no getta
la hook. Ne maka da plan to talk!"
mo doubt you can make 1t walk.
out can't let you try. Next"
The little man turned away, NUT
tering as his fellows had done, and
he curtain went up for the first per-
former.
There was something wrong with
he audience that night. It was ex-
:remely critical and hard to please.
The merriest jokes fell fat and the
sleverest trickster was only family APP
plauded.
TITS funny" said the manager as he
and his assistant met IN the rear Of
he hall. what ails them? That last
song was we'll done and mighty
catchy. Why don't they clap?"
II don't know" said the other,
yloomily. AT the rate they're turn
ng 'em down the whole bunch could
awe gone on. What! I told that
fellow to keep or"
The little man in SiciIian costume
was standing in the middle OF the
stage. 'He looked bit Of old Italy
with his curly locks and long gold
earrings. 81 come to play to you Of
the homeland" he said in his native
tongue. II have the music that can
make you see 1t as It lies in the sun
light. It will make you see the sea,
the olive groves and the clear blue
sky. Listenl"
The audience grew suddenly still
as he seated himself at the piano and
struck q few soft chords. Then the
notes began to weave themselves in
to a story, and as the musician I'M
folded 1t to his listeners his face
grew rapt and was beautiful.
When he stopped, the crowd broke
into a frenzy Of applause. Men sobbed
and women screamed.
"What1l he do next?" asked the
manager. 1.-THE man is a wizard.
That's fine! He's playing the Italian
National air. Hurry up, Bowley. and
throw the pictures Of the king and
queen on the screen before they stop
singing. The roof1I fall with their
noise"
When the lights were turned on
again the excitement had spent itself
little, the man who had caused It all
was gone. A reporter for one Of the
daIlles came hurrying up and seized
the manager by the arm.
How'd you get him, Davy?" he
asked. Where is he? T'want to In
teryiew him. Quick, before he es-
capesI" ~
Hes gone already said the man.
ager. Il wanted to SEE him, too. He's
Just the man for the place"
The reporter stopped him. do you
mean 10 say you don't know who he
was3" he cried. she was Lorenzo.
the great composer"
II was thinking som6 Of hiring him
at Is per-" he said. The next minute
he added thoughtfully; what do you
suppose made him do 1T He must
have had reason"
HurrYing homeward was the little