The Denver Jewish news., 1919-12-24
ssNeighbors''
By LEON sEMoNoFF

uot acquainted with the people VINO
curing his absence had moved into the
house, adjoining the home of the Steii-
mans on Brooke Street, once the resi-
dental center of the city,, and he did
not care who they were. ss.sg A.. ~
But on this Sunday morning, as ne
sat alone at the window with a book
he was painfully conscious of the fact
that they had an organ, one of the
old fashioned wheeling, ,groaning kind,
reminiscent of air tight bepictured par
lors of bygone days. For long time,
an eternity it seemed to him, he had
been compelled to lisren while some
body with anxious, but inapt fingers
spelled out what more practiced ear
would easily, have recognized as
syncopated variation of ''Gott in Sein
Mishpit" but Stellman was Anglo Sax
CIR and tired, so the classic strains that
have brought tears from Jewish souls
glanced from his dull gentle sensibili-
ties like water off ducRfs back.
Lost upon him was the tender NOV
ing pathOs of its melody, lost was the
plaintive yearning beauties of its min-
or notes. To him it was not music,
| it was noise, and it interferred with
his rest. A lawyer, more than that, n
young lawyer he had a keen appre-
ciation of his rights" in this case in
/ the right, to the "Quiet" and undis-
turbed enjoyment of his premises. SO
indignant, with the knowledge, that
| his rights were being interferred with,
lie thrust his head out of the win
Cow, For the love of Mike" he bel
lowed "Shut up that boiler factory
ever there, will, you?" The music
ceased instantly, but Stellman couldn't
stop more from the impetous he had
gained from his vigorous start than
! for any other cause he continued Ill
naturedly We've got some rights over
here, how long have we got to put up
with your blamed playing? Haven't we
got some rights over here? Have we
got to sacrifice all our comfort for
your enjoyment, etc?'' But nobody
answered the pointed questions, that
peeved Stellman, and taking a fresh
start he amplified and emblished his
previous declarations until his voice
was hoarse, and his face red with
anger, and notifications. and as he
pulled his head in, young girl. with
big frightened eyes, peered furtively
and guiltily from one Of the lower win
dows. .qi.se'4 49,. .-.- .s,..,
i Ii was, fully an hour before his ruff
fled feathers had been smoothed. and
he had found solace by returning to
his book HARDLY had he become
again interested in its pages, when
suddenly he sensed that the other side
had resumed hostilitics for 'on his
keys the musing Organist beginning
family and far away had commenced
the limpid strains of ..'Where the River
adding insult to injury, it was too
much Had he listened more care
fully. or had he passed II more discrim-
mating appreciation of musical techni-
que, he would have recognized innum-
cradle difference between the earlier
playing and that which now greeted
his ears. There was a precision, and
certainty of touch in the rendering OF
this song, that plainly distinguished
1t from the previous melody, The two
degree, in nationality. one might say,
hut Stellman had lost his temper, to
him it was organ, that was enough. He
put his head out Of the window
second time, Hey over there he shout
ed" Almost instantaneously an up
per window in the house opposite open
cd, and Il big red head doomed out ike
II blazing beacon, What do you want!''
came from Somewhere beneath. the red
lead in mountain thunder syllables ut
tered with u brogue, tnat was broad
incisive and unmistakable. What DO
you want? the voice repeated, Il want
you to cut out that noise over there.
what noise: That blamed organ
playing. it's bothered me all this morn
ing, and you know it." What's the mat
Ter with you anyway, was the unkind
counter-qucry Of the man with the red
hair. 1--WE have been ut church all
morning, and my daughter just began
to play this minute" he continued with
considerable asperity. That's wrong
came from the impetuous Stellman.
This is the second time you have be
gun that darned nuisance, and l my
self asked lyon TO stop not half an
ho,,r apo s.N-oIl're n lIar Won diun {,
was the inelegant response of the red
headed gentleman who had now be
come quite exasperated. Don't you
call me liar you big =. Stellman