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A MUSICAL MATTER
What Happened to a Would-
Be Cornet Player.
'Always had Mr. Sanders real
ized in his heart of hearts that he
possessed a musical soul. But it
was not until he had heard the
Sousa band concert that he took
A dark, Neapolitan gentleman
had blown dreamy, haunting, sil
very, far-away Strains in a cornet
solo entitled "The Hussar's Rev
ery," and Mr. Sanders had re
solved that, given time, he might
- render just such strains divine.
That very afternoon he bought
a frightfully expensive B-flat,
gold-mounted cornet, with elab
orate chasing, and accompanied
by the "Firt Lessons in Cornet
That evening, as Mrs. Sanders
sat quietly crocheting a pink fas
cinator, Mr. Sanders took the
splendid instrument from its cov
ering, rubbed it with a chamois
akin in the most professional
manner, and placed thev "First
Lessons" open upon the table.
Mrs. Sanders looked up in placid
"We are going to have some
music to while away the long,
dull evenings," announced Mr.
Sanders, in high humor.
Mrs. Sanders resumed her
fancy work, and Mr. 5anders es
sayed the scale. For some rea
son the cornet remained mute.
Mrs. Sanders, attracted by the
grunting and hissing, sounds
emitted-by Mr. Sanders, turned.
His cheeks were distended until
they resembled bagpipes. Pur
plish veins rose in relief upon his
"Henry, be careful!" she cau
tioned. "You will go into apo
plexy." ' Suddenly Mr. Sanders found
the solution, and a tremendous
blare resulted that terrorized the
"Henry Sanders, take that
noisy instrument out of here !"
. With an injured 'air, Mr. San
ders bore the gilded cornet and
the "First Lessons" -tnto the
study, wheje Betty and 'Bob were
poring over the square roQt of 36
and the capital of Morocco.
"Gee whizz, father's gone
crazy!" muttered Bob.
Somewhat crestfallen, Mr.
Sanders retreated to the back up
stairs porch. Procuring a lamp,
he placed it upon the bannister
and set out upon the brassy oath
of harmony. Before he had de
scended the "tum-tah-too" scale,
the O'Tooles, who lived in the
back alley, had gathered beneath
and were listening gleefully.
During his next ascending scale,
the Mueller children came; as he
slid back-again, the Murphys and
the Frangipanis gathered.
The spectacle began' to work
upon Mr. Sanders' artistic nerves.
A mosquito bit him upon the
right cheek., The children put
their hands to their mouth's and
bjared in imitation of his scale
strains. Someone threw a potato. An
other missilecameAbefl another,
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