Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-08-07

tered windows and aea balconies,
the guitars and violins took up La
Paloma," while Phil and a few brave
spirits sang.
A silence followed their first at
third, and the comisario of police, a
mild creature owned and paid by the
company, came around and made a
few Intellectual protests.
But inside the company's conces-
sion. where by common consent the
militant rurales kept their hands of,
the Americans knew they were safe,
and they soon jollied the comisarlo
into taking a drink and departing.
Then De Lancey took up the burden,
and the string band, hired by the hour.
strummed on as If for eternity.
One by one the windows opened;
fretful fathers stepped out on the bal
cony and. bound by the custom and
convention of the country, thanked
them and babe them good night. But
the two windows behind which the
Senior Aragon and his family reposed
did not open and, though the dwin-
ding band stood directly under their
balcony, and all knew that his daugh-
ter was the fairest of the fair, Don
Cipriano did not wish them good night.
Perhaps he recognized the leading
tenor-and the big voice of Bud
Hooker, trying to still the riot-but.
however 1t was, he would not speak
to them. and De Lancey would not
quit.
"Try 'em on American musicl" he
cried, as everyone but Bud went away
In disgust, the latest rag from Broad
wa-ay. New York. Here, gimme that
guitar, hombre. and listen to this
nowl"
He picked out a clever bit of syn
copation and pitched his voice to a
heady twang:
down in the garden where the red roses
grow,
Oh my. I long to goi
Pluck me like a flower. cuddle me an hour,
LOWE let me learn the Red Rose Ra-ag!"
There was some swing to that, and
it seemed to make an impression, for
JuOt aH AO was M6ll blll lou OA LILO
chorus the Stats of one of the shut
tiers parted and a patch of white shone
through the spaces. 1t was the ladies',
then, who were getting Interested
Phil walled on:
"Swee-eet honey-bee. be sweet to mel
MY heart Is free. but here's the keyl'
And then, positively, he could see
that patch of white beat time. He
took heart of grace at that and sang
on to the end, and at a suggestion of
clapping in dumb-show he gave an en-
core and ragged it over again.
"sEv'rybody's dom it, dom it, doin'
it," he began, as the shadow dance
ceased.
"'Honey, I declare, It's a bear, it's a
bear, it's a bear!'" he continued
temptingly, and was well on his way
to further extravagancies when the
figure in white swiftly vanished and a
door slammed hard inside the house.
Several minutes later the form of
Don Juan appeared at the lower door,
and in no uncertain tones he requested
them to cease.
"The Senior Aragon informs me-" he
said, that your music annoys him."
well, let him come to the balcony
and say his 'buenas noches,'" an
swered Phil resentfully.
"The gentleman refuses to do that!'
responded Don Juan briefly.
Then let him go to bed!" replied
De Lancey, STUNNING a few synco-
pated chords; I'm singing to his
daughter"
At that Don Juan came down off the
porch in his slippers and they engaged
In a protracted argument.
What, don't l get a word?" de-
manded Phil %grievously, moi a pleas
ant look from anybody? 'Swee-eet
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