Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1914-08-19

close; while the Americans, after thel
custom, foregathered in the lobby,
convenient to the bar. Hot argu-
ments about the revolution. and pre-
dictions OF events to come served to
pass the early evening, with many
scornful glances at the Mexican dan
dies who went SO insolently up the
stairs, And then, as the refugees re-
tired to their apartments and the spirit
OF adventure rose uppermost, Phil De
Lancey made a dash out into the
darkness and came back with a Mexi-
can string band. -.
"A serenade, boys!" be announced
as the musicians filed sheepishly into
the hotel. Our guests, the fair n
ritas,, you know! Well make those
young Mexican dudes look like two
spots before the war is over. Who's
game now for a song beneath the win
dows? You know the old stand.bys-,
La Paloma' and "Teresita Mia'--and
YOU want to listen to m sing Me Gus
tan Todas' to Gracia, the fairest OF the
fair! Come on, fellows, out in the
plaza, and then listen to the old folks
scuss! - y}a
They adjourned. then. after a drink,
for courage, to the moonlight and the
plaza; and there, beneath the shut
tered windows and vacant balconies,
the guitars and violins took up ia
4Paloma," while Phil and a few brave
spirits sang. &- I.
A silence followed their fret at
tempt, as well as their second and
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 comisario
into taking q drink and departing.
Then Delaney took up the burden,
and the string band. hired by the hour,
strummed on as il for eternity.
One by one the windows opened;
fretful fathers stepped out OF 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 it was, he would not speak
to them, and De Lancey would not
quit.
TRY 'em on American music!" 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
now!"" X E&E@, Ak I. $Et9{s% "a, !
He picked out 9 clever bit of syn
copation and pitched his voice to a
heady twang: g. 3.
Down in the garden where the red roses
grow. % d. (, ., -. !
Oh my, I long to goi .75ES 20
Pluck me like q flower. cuddle me an hour.
LOWE let me learn the Red Rose Ra-asF5 ,
There was some swing to that, and
it seemed to make an impression, for
Just as he was well started or the
chorus the Stats .of n OF the shut
ters parted andia patch Of white shone
through the spaces. 1t was the ladies'.
then, who were getting interested!
Phil walled on: !
y"swee-eet honey-bee. be sweet to me!
Ny heart Il free. but here's the keyi" :
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 1t over again.
4 ".t.Ey'rybody's dom It, dom 1t, dom
II! he began, as the shadow dance
ceased.
"'Honey. i declare, It's a bear. it's.
bear, it's q 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." 4
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. y
a. ss1Nh ~ = lot hiro 90 %NrF Nod d 'Nor14MA
De Lancey, STUNNING a few synco-
pated chords; I'm singing to his
daughter" :
At that Don Juan came down on the
porch in his slippers and they engaged
in a protracted argument.
What. don't l get a word?" de-
manded Phil %grievously, mot a pleas
ant look from anybody? 'Swee-eet
%honey-bee, be, sweet to mel" he
pleaded, turning pathetically to the
slady's balcony; and then, with a sud
den flourish, a white handkerchief ap-
peared through the crack of the shut
ters and Gracia waved him good night.
Enough, Don Juan!" he cried. lay
ing down. the guitar with a thump;
this ends u evenings entertain
ment!" 49,
After paying and thanking the stolid
musicians Phil Joined Bud and the
pair adjourned to their room. where.
in the intervals Of undressing. Phil
favored the occupants Of the adjoining
apartments with an aria from Beau
tiful DOLL"
But for all such nights of romance
and music there is always a morning
afterward; and a fine tenor voice set
to ragtime never helped much in the
development Of a mine. Though Bud
had remained Loyalty by his friend in
his evening serenade he, for one. "
forgot for a moment that they were
in Fortuna to work the Eagle Tail
and not to win the hearts OF Spanish