Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1919-08-29

sage, It's. On, here, talk 10 Miss
Jacks-she'll arrange"
He handed cSer the instrument to
the girl, who joined him few minutes
later with rather rueful look.
"He wants me TO come up there, or
down there, wherever 1t is" she said,
"ln that backwoods place and rehearse.
| know I'll just die. / detest the coun-
try. You're TO come on Tuesday, with
the others. He wants me to come to-
night. Says he'll meet me at the sta
ton. and his mother is fixing up the
spare room. Ought | to-er-do it?'
"Sure!" came the prompt rejoinder.
IF you want TO put the act on. But
how in tn dickens he expects Z play
jazz in that jerkwater town gets me,
IL sure does"
Three young and dainty girls and
five men with the appearance OF mu-
sicians from the cases that they bore,
alighted from the electric train at a
little station In the woods and looked
about them disgustedly.
"Bush Falls" echoed the girls In
chorus. "Ye gods!'
Can you direct me to Mr.. George
Trips placer" demanded the leader
of the party, a portly, fiorid individual,
of half-asleep youth dawdling behind
the wheel of much-used Ford. The
youth awoke with start and sur
veyed the crowd with interest.
"Be you tn crowd he's expectin'T
he demanded, and they nodded. well,
jump right in" The girls gasped, but
finally clambered in, and the over
stuffed machine departed for the Trip
place.
Within sight of the big farmhouse
two figures stood up, at the top OF an
immense haystack, and waved fran
tically to the approaching party.
9Th hay rubes be lookin' fer some
music" said O'Brien in nasal accent.
AN no wonder, after listenin' for a
whole day to Trip an that awful
score" +.
And then the couple in blue overalls
and sunbeamers ran up to the ma
chine.
ITS Fayr screamed the girls in
chorus.
ITS Tripp!" yelled O'Brien, dunn
founded. 81 knew you'd give that idea
up soon's y saw the score"
But we haven't" Fay and George
Tripp answered in chorus.
"What?" cried O'Brien. Dye mean
you can do that cyclone stuff up here
in these peaceful hills? Why, even tn
sun slows up roundin' that curve back
yOnder."
That's the very place to rehearse
this stuff" answered Trip, brightly.
"Even Fa-even Miss st. Jacque ad-
mits It. Back in town, everything
going at top speed. There's too much
competition. You can't keep your
mind on your number Up here we've
worked 1t up to perfection. The acts
going over big. Come on in" He
paused to help the girls off with their
wraps and invited them Hospitality into
large living room, squared off at one
end for a stage, and prepared, evident
~, TOT ACTION. Anu LOW IL > llllS
way"
And with O'Brien, Gregory and the
others listening raptly over his Shout
der, Trip plunged madly into the
widest, maddest, most syncopated mu-
| sic Bush Falls, O'Brien or even all
| Broadway had ever heard. And the
| girls, ready for action, leaped upon
the improvised stage and soon were
working madly.
] For an hour or more they rehearsed
company and orchestra, and then a lit
tie motherly woman whom George In
troduced as his mother, opened the
doors of the dining room and vel.
coined them to an old-fashiOned cOun-
try dinner. O'Brien twenty minutes
later, loosening his belt looked quiz
zically at Fay st. Jacque, who sat al
George Trips right at the head OF
the table, and remarked, soto vocs, to
| Gregory, 81 never heard o. putin q
wildcat an a sloth In tn same cage 4
gettin' funeral marcher t play rag
time, but evidently 1t can be done
An there's other things besides jerk.
water towns as improves jazz, evident.
ly-romance, FIR instance"
And then as he noted the look that
Fay shyly gave Trip he was sure OF
It,