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About The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current | View Entire Issue (Nov. 21, 1903)
Pf' .ygT.tflt ..?: yw rti , t- '-i , ; ' , tt b e all? TOebrafifcan.. i -f ft s a . li" t 1 w 1:1 y k : yjt ; w k-.w 4 Esthetic Essays on The Amateur Band and Ono of tho f roost of America's num erous free Institution Ib tho amateur hand. IIh very oxlstonco Ih a moHt lommondnhlo evidence of tho tolerance of tho Amnrlcan people and tho stahll lty of tno hacking guaranteed to Amer ican Institutions. It enjoys Immunity from interference because .. Is a part of a fiyiitem of Institutions governed by general lawn, which If changed to eradicate the evils from some special part, must also affect the others. Hav ing tlniB explained 4s presence, wo feel free to dwell for awhile upon its eccentricities and upon the relation be tween harmony and Its frantic paroxy tic effusions. It Is a beautiful evening in June. The nun sinking lo rest In the west Hoods the long village Btrcet with Its golden rays of light, while Nature slumbers peacefully, not knowing bow soon her repose Is to bo disturbed. The air Is redolent with the fragrance of dewy eve, and every prospect pleases and only man Is vile. For from the (enter of the business square there (onies a heart-rondlng Bcreech which (limbs and falls" through different alti tudes of tho scale; wavering, melan choly and lonesomo. When about to perish from want offorco to keep It alive. It is supplanted by a wild ( lamor which seems to have boon noldlng It self In reserve, to spring into action at the critical moment. Now that tho whole works is well under way, one knows that It Is. only the village band ro llagrantly desecrating the peaco that Nature haB sot down over the village. Drawn by curiosity ono wanders down, and stands at a respectable dis tance from the center of attraction, Just close enough to view the perform ance comfortably; but the farther back you are the more evident is the fact that you have pretensions to respecta bility. Now they are playing a wait, Jerking out the notes In hop-sklp-aud-Jump style, tho cornet leading the rest by several paces and the baho born grinding out a steady measure some six or eight beats behind. Here and there In the crowd a gay-spirited youth or maiden skips about, or an eldedly damsel capers around in spirals and circles with the vivacity of a lly paitly mired in molasses navigating about on its side with one-half free. After seveiul tunes have been exe cuted, ono begins to study tho various evolutions of individual players. The man with the second alto works away as conscientiously as a woman writing to an acquaintance of tho failings of hor social rival. Tho band loader shakes his stick at him and ho blares back a doflanco full In the face of that dignitary, with a volume of wind thnt Hecks bis locks and causes his coatalls to flap. Yet In spite of ail prompting, ho persists In his course, being as un reliable In his work as an editor's sworn statement as to the circulation of his papor. Tho man with tho slide trombono deserves honorablo mention In this gallaxy of tin horn artists. With set features and solemn counte naco he works his slide with erratic and dlvorslfled movement, llko a farm er sharpening a scythe. From out of the depths of a monstrous base drum comes at Intervals a hollow boom, gen erally tardy In Its arrival, or Interrupt ing aX tho wrong place. Tho clarionet men has a grievance against humanity and ho now avails himself of his op I ortunlty to take some of u out. He pours out of a stroam of notes embrac ing all the chords and discords known to tho system. Ho, together with tho others described, is typical of the gen eral make-up of me band and the oth ers may bo excused from criticism be cause they are not responsible for their actions. As tho evening wears on and one's nerves wear out, tho limax ap proaches. It comes In tho nature of a dirge, sad In itself and sadder In exe cution In notes so mournfully wierd and melanchoy mat It makes a fellow afraid to go home alono. So Intenso does tho strain become that even the players are affected, nio emergency Is a great onp, but one man proves equal to tho occasion and rises high above It. In tho midst of the soft waves of melody the bass horn gets floundered and goes off on a campaign tour under Its own direction. After various ex- Esthetic Subjects The Afflicted Community pulmonis It finally reaches the proper levels and pursues its course together with the rest. As the last walling notes of the dirge dlo out, the players file out and dls peise. With those last, plaintive notes ringing In tuelr ears, the crowd now disperses and the people go shuddering home to disordered slumbers and hor rible dreams. Between This and That The gray mare trotted along merrily over the smooth road. The young fellow driving, snapped at the road side bushes with his whip, and stole glances at the rosy face of his com panion, hair visible beneath her pink poke bonnet. They were going' home from meeting and had spoken no word since Hattle I ombert hud observed that the load was dusty, three miles back, and Harrbon Ayres had re sponded. "I guess that's so," and scanned the hoil.on cautiously. He had been going to odd that they need ed rain, but the words stink in his throat. Ho whs now thinking hard about something- something that made him swallow nervously at Intervals. Some times an added tinge of red stole up under his sunburnt skin. It almost seemed us If Hattle knew his thoughts, they sounded so loud In his head. Per haps sho guessed, for she was unusual ly silent, and pulled hor bonnet farther over her curls. She looked very pretty with the rosy reflection of her pink bonnet on her rounded face, and hor long golden blown urh; tumbling soft ly over her nick. Hanlbon hltchrd himself farther away on the buggy heat, unri then, thinking better of it, hitched back closer than before She drew her hoop skirt safe out of harm's way. He be gan to consldir how he should say it. "Sny, Hattle " A pause Harrison coughed. "Kh. Mister Aies?" "Say, Hattle. I'm goin' away." "Oh. be you?" To the war. Tomoirow." "He you?" There was a note of coquettish ln teiest In hr voice. He could not t,ee her face. "Say, Hattle." "Well?" There was a little quiver, now. The sore feeling in his throat grew more choking. "I'll bo gone a long time, Hattle, and and when " "When what, Mr. AyreB?" she queried saucily. For awhile he said nothing. They woro nearlng tho Henr Hill cross-roads. "Say, Hattle, " "Hey. theie. Har'son, gimme a lift," exclaimed a new voice, and Isaac Har vey limped up to the buggy. "Oh. ye nee'n'ter mind me," chuckled the old man, "Jos' go on with yer courtin'." Harrison blushed a warm brick color and grinned sheepishly. Hattle an swered Icily, "Oh, thank you, Mr. Har vey. Very good of you, I'm sure." Tho rest of tho ride; was accomplished In silenee, Harrison was uncertain whether ho was glad or sorry for the Intervention. He helped her down at the front gate, but bIio would not look at him. "Goodbye, Miss Lambert," he said as sho ran up tho front walk. "Oh. I forget; good afternoon, Mr. Ayres," sho called from among the syiingas. "Say, Hattle "-But sho was gone. Harrison saw Elder Lambert In the village next day, and after exchanging views on the crops, and the probable time it wattM take to lick tho Johnnies, he asked Jocularly. "Say, Elder, will you save one of your girls for me till I geC back?" "I guess, Harrison, I guess," re sponded the Elder. "You're a good worker. I'd like to hev you take one as well's any other man. Good-bye." Four years later Harrison Ayres walked up the syrlnga path with regu lar step, and knocked at tho big front door. A tall slip of a girl opened It to him. She looked very sweet and fresh as she stood there In the vlne (oered doorway, her pink lawn dresB gleaming against the opaque darkness of the "keeping-room," and her golden (uris falling almost to her waist. "Why, come right in, Mr. Ayres," sho cried, and then turning "Mother! mother! Here's Harrison Ayres." "Well, how be ye? Brown as a hlck'ry nut, I do declare. Ain't he a soldier, though, Lottie?" Hut Lottie had vanished. Harrison stayed to supper, and Joked confidently with the long tableful. HIb bronzed face and mnrtlal air impressed the girls and made the boys envious. Such stories of how the Union army had UirttBhed the Rebs, and how the laves were freed! The family lis tened breathlessly. "An' Where's Hattle," he asked, but tering his fifth biscuit, and adorning It with strawberry preserves. "My, these buscult taste good to a feller that's been Hvin' on hard-tack and salt pork, Mis' Lambert." "Hattle!" sho exclaimed;- "Hattle? Why your brother Abner married her a year (ome hayln'-time. They're liv ln' on the Isaac Harvey place." "Yeou was kinder courtin' Hattie "fore ye left, wan't ye?" Baid Uncle Fnm'l (buckling covertly. "Oh. Jos' liked her some," said Har rison, carelessly. "Wu-ul. I was a calculatln' as, see in's Abner and Hattie hitched up. ye might take I ottle. here. She's a mighty good cool:." Harrison looked over at Lottie's pietty, blushing face. "What say, Lottie?" he asked, jest ingly. Her head drooped lower. Uncle Sam'l's sides shook, but he looked on Interestedly. She leaned over and stretched out her hand. "I I say That!" Which was a ring ing box on the ear. and she fled. "Co. boss! co, boss!" It was a sweet feminine voice that called over the lower pn.stme. The setting sun cast its rays athwart the great pine woods, and made the rank grass a pale yellow ish green. The red Durham cows, sleek and sweot-bioathed, came slowly over the liillocky field, cropping mouth fuls of grass by the way. The frogs croaked In the wet places, and a night hawk overhead littered his weird cry. The shadows lengthened slowly. "Co, boss! Co. boss!" This was a sonorous bass from across the fence. The Ayres' herd of Jerseys went slow ly up the lane just across, a tall, sol dierly tlgure marching behind. ' The girl In the pink calico tried to break a black birch switch, which bent and twisted, but still hung by its tough fibers. She sawed and jerked It to no avail. Tho soldierly flguro leaped the fence. "Let me, Lottie," he said, taking out his knife. "Do you want it peeled?" "Yes, please." Ho gave it to her, all white and glistening. She struck at the bushes nervously. "Would you want to hit mo again I ottle?" he asked quietly. 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