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THE SUNDAY OBEGQNIAN, fORVIcAftDr OCTOBEE 14, 1900.
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Synopsis of Preceding: Chapter.
Hunch Badeau la the rough captain of a
Lake Michigan freight schooner, and Bruce
Consldlne Is Ills first mate and friend. Const
dine falls In love with a ,Manlstogee girl.
Ziunch keeps Consldlne straight, and brings
him back through a storm on tho lake In time
for his wedding, thoygh Hunch loves the. girl
himself. Several months later Consldlne In
troduces Hunch to Jess Xtartlett. Jess falls in
love with Hunch, and he seems to reciprocate.
Consldlne continues his drinking habits, Hunch
loses "his schooner and money paved up. Jess
Bartlett breaks their engagement. Hunch gets
a. Job as foreman In a lumber camp, and Con
sldlne secures work In the same place. Consl
dlne neglects 'hi"! wife. Hunch goes to s6e her,
and gives her help.
CHAPTER XI.
Bruce 'came down to the station In the
evening, and was .standing on the plat
form when Hunch stepped off the train.
They walked up together and were half
"way to the room before Bruce said:
"Say, Hunch, how about It?"
w)t's bad. She didn't have enough to
eat or keep her warm. She's going to
live at Joe Carter's place and take her
meals there. It's a good deal cheaper'n
the other. I told her you was coming
down Sundays."
"What'd you say to her, Hunch?
What'd she say? Anything special? Tell
me about It."
"Guess there -ain't nothing to tell."
"Seems to me its .kind of funny if a
man can't And out nothing about his own
wife, lou was down there and you see
lier all day. -I don't see why I ain't got
& rlght to know about it."
"Oh, shut up. You ain't got a right to
nothing from the way you've treated her."
4,Look here. Hunch Badeau, you've
got to tell me."
''How long you been -saying what I
grot to do and what I ain't got to do?"'
"'That's all right, but"
"Yes, It's dead right."
Bruce stopped and took Hunch's arm.
"Take your hand off me."
Brucc's hand dropped.
"Now, don't get ugly Hunch. I Just
wanted to know about her. I .ain't seen
lier for a good while."
"Well, do you think that's my fault?
I'll tell you about her. She's-fixed up
.where .she's got enough to'-eat and drink,
and she's got people to talk to and chirp
"her up, and she's waiting for you to come
down next Sunday. If you're man enough
to kqep straight and go down there and
do the square thing, you won't find me
In your way. If you ain't, you can go to
hell for all I care."
Bruce was silent and they climbed to
the room and went to bed.
A day pr two later Mr. Jackson sent
or Hunch.
"Badeau," he said, how about this man
Consldlne ?'
"How do you mean?"
"'What kind -of jvork is. he doing?""
"All right as far as I can see."
"He's a friend of yours, ain't he?"
"Yes1, he used to work for me when I
had" the schooner.'
"I tell you, Eadeau. I've had some
complaints about him. Ycu know I don't
wan any man that can't do the work.
'X think he's doing pretty good, sir."
"'Well, I'll count on you to keep an eye
on him. If you catch him loafing don't
waste any time on him."
Hunch went over the conversation in
the evening with Bruce. It frightened
Bruce and he made promises which he
kept for the rest of the week.
They did not talk about Mamie until
Saturday night, after they had been sit
ting by tho stove for a long time in si
lence. Bruce was nervous.
tSay, Hunch," he said, "would you go
down ,it you was me?"
, "Where?"
"You know down to Mame's tomorrow-"
"Would I go? What you talking about?"
"I don't know. What do you s'pose
she'll pay?"
"'I guess you know what she ought to
say, all right?"
"Do you think she'll be mad?"
"9. you shut up!"
Bruce went to bed early, but Hunch
heard his tossing until late. In the
morning he was moody.
"Hunch," h said, after breakfast,
"what time does the train go down?"
" 'Bout half an hour."
"Say, I s'pose I might as well take it
as the noon train."
' "That's your business 'taln't mine."
"Well. I guess I will. Say, Hunch, 111
tell you s'pose you come along."
1 "Guess not."
"I don't mean nothing, Hunch; but
you've been talking to her, and you know
how to kind of quiet her. I never could,
somehow."
"Look, here, Bruce, I ain't going today
or -any day. I ain't going at all. Under
stand? You needn't tell her I said .that,
though." '
"Guess I'd better be starting eh.
Hunch?" l
. "Guess you had."
"Come on down to the depot. You ain't
got nothing to do."
At the station Hunch said:
- "'Got any money?"
"Np, I ain't gojt much."
"Here's a little. No drinking, now."
""On my honor. Hunch, I won't drink
a drop. Do you think a man would drink
ashen he's going down to see his own wife,
Hunch? Do you think "
"You better get aboard."
"Goodby, Hunch. I'll get back tonight."
In the evening Hunch met the Manis
togee train. Bruce did not got off. Hunch
looked for him on Monday morning, but
had no word from him. At noon he was
called to Mr. Jackson's office.
"'Badeau." said his employer, "when
that Consldlne gets back to work you
send him to me lor his time."
Hunch hesitated.
"TU tell you. Mr. Jackeon. He went
down yesterday to see his wife. Their kid
died a little while ago, and like 's not
shea sick."
"Think eo?"
"My work is pretty light today. I
thought mebbe I could get off for the
afternoon train and sort of look him up.
I can get back tonight, you know. You
see, if he gets laid ore It'll come kind of
hard on his wife."
"All right, go ahead. But, say, Badeau,
hold on a minute. We're not running a
charity hospital, you know. We can't
give that man much rope."
Hunch said. "'Yes. .sir." and went out
He reached. Manlstogee at supper time
and picked up a hasty meal at the hotel.
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Then he hurried over to Joe Cartier's
house. Cartler let him In. .
"Hello Joe," said Hunch. "Bruce here?"
Cartler hesitated.
"Yes, I guess he's upstairs."
"Well, say Hunch, come into the parlor
a minute. I want to talk to you."
"What's the matter?"
"Well, you know Bruce came down
yesterday, morning, and 'long about noon
I guess they quarreled a little. Me and
my wife, we didn't listen, but we couldn't
help hearing Bruce talk. And then Bruce
went out" -
"O," said Hunch, "drunk?"
"Not so bad as I've seen him, but he
come in kind of ugly, and he's got some
up there brought it back with him. Seems
kind of too bad. I didn't feel quite 's if
I could do anything. You see 't ain't
really none of my business."
Hunch went upstairs and knocked at
the door. There was a stir Inside, and
he could hear Bruce grumbling and Ma
mie whispering. Then Mamie opened the
door a few Inches. When she looked at
Hunch the color left her face and she
leaned against the door.
"It's all right," said Hunch, "I come
for him."
"O," faltered Mamie.
"Who's there?" called Bruce. "Who
you whispering to?"
Mamie hesitated and looked at Hunch.
He gently brushed her aside, saying:
"Lemme. come in."
"Who Is it?" said Bruce. He was lying
on the bed, his clothing mussed, his face
red. Hunch stood by tho bed and looked
down at him.
"What you doing here?" growled Bruce.
"What right you got coming In a man,'s
house?"
Hunch looked at his watch.
"Come on," he said. "We've got to
get back on this train."
"Who's goin' back? I ain't goln back.
Go on out o' here, will you?"
Hunch took his arm and pulled him up.
Bruce sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come on, Bruce; get moving."
"Go 'way."
Hunch turned to Mamie.
"Where's his hat, Mis' Consldlne?"
Bruce stood, up.
'What's that? What you saying to my
wife? Tha's my wife, Hunch Badeau.
She's a lady. You can't talk to my
wife."
Mamie stood at the foot of the bed
watching the two men nervously.
"Bruca," said Hunch, "shut up and'eomo
along."
"Don't you think you'd better go, dear?
said Mamie timidly.
"Wha's that? You want to get rid of
me, too, eh? Oh, I'm on to you two. You
can't fool me, you can't! You're pretty
smart. Hunch Badeau, sneaking down to
see my wife"
Hunch gripped Bruce's arm and jerked
him out of the room. They were at the
top of the stairs when Mamie came ta
the door.
"Here's his hat," she said. "You'd bet
ter take it, I .guess."
"Thanks,1 said Hunch, without looking
at her, and he hurried Bruce down the
stairs.
CHAPTER Xn.
The next morning Bruce was still In bed
when Hunch went to work. McGuIre d'd
not appear with the other men, and at
noon his brass heck stUl nuns on its
nail In the timekeeper's shanty. Shortly
after lunch Bruce and McGuire, "both a
little the worse for drinking, appeared
and went to work with the gapg. Hunch
had gone up to the mill, and did not see
them nntll his return. When he came
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near they were dawdling over their work,
.chuckling together over some incident in
the morning.
"What you two doing here?" Hunch
asked.
Bruce started and moved away from
McGuire.
"Speak up."
McGuire muttered, "Guess we know
what we're doing."
"Look here," said Hunch, "you go to
the office and get your time.'"
McGuire lowered his canthook.
-"What what you cay?"'
'Go on. Don't talk to me."
McGulro dropped his canthook and
started away.
"Come back here, McGuire. Pick that
up."
McGuire muttered.
"What's that you're saying?"
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"I ain't saying nothing."
Hunch started toward him, but checked
himself.
"Pick up that canthook, McGulro."-
McGuire obeyed, and walked slowly
away. Hunch turned to Bruce, who stood
looking on with his mouth open.
"What are you gaping there for, Con
sldlne. Go 'long."
"Where?"
"Go and get your tlmo. We're through
with -you."
Bruce stood still looking stupidly at
Hunch. y
"What?" he said finally, "you ain't"
"Get off the job. Understand? You're
laid off. We don't want you."
Bruce slowly Ufied'hls canthook to his
shoulder. He staretl at Hunch until
Hunch turned away, then he walked over
to where McGuire was standing,-1 and
walked away with him.
Lato in the afternoon they came back
and hung around watching the gang at
work. They had been drinking again,
and McGuire had a bottle in. his pocket,
which he pulled out frequently. They
were talking loud and laughing.
Their actions drew the attention of the
men and annoyed Hunch, though he said
nothing for a long time. Finally Bruce
and McGuire began calling at . the men,
growing bolder In their remarks. At
last McGuire called: "You fellows mus'
like working for tha' dam' ; fool," and
Hunch walked toward them.
"You'll have to move away from here."
he said. "We can't have you disturbing
the work."
"Go 'way!" McGuire replied. "You
can't touch us. We ain't on. your-job."
"Stop that, McGuire! Get out, quick,
or I'll throw you out!"
McGuire laughed. Hunch went to him
and pulled him to his feet
"Le go o' me," said McGuire. "Take
your hand off o' me!'
Hunch began dragging him away. Mc
Guire hung back, protesting and threat
ening. Bruce walked ' slowly after them,
shaking his head and talking to himself.
McGuire braced his feet, Hunch gave him
a wrench that nearly threw him, and Mc
Guire struck at him. Bruce watched the
struggle, the old drunken cunning light
In his eye's. Then he ran forward and
jumped on Hunch's back, pounding lj"m
about the face and head. Hunch stag
gered, but recovered and caught McGuire
with his knuckles squarely on the side of
the jaw. McGuire staggered back. Bruce
had both arms around Hunch's neck, and
was trying to choke him. Hunch gripped
Bruce's wrists, and slowly pulled them
forward until their hold was loosened.
Then he turned quickly, took hold of
Bruce's shoulders and threw him against
a pile of cut timber. Bruce struck hard,
and seemed for a moment to be clinging
to' the Rile. Then he fell on his face.
Some of the men were running toward
them. One was calling:
"I seen It. Hunch! It weren't your
fault! I seen It"
Hunch stood panting as the men gath
erde around.
"Better see if he's hurt," he said.
They rolled Bruce over. His face wasi
j covered with blood. One of tho men
brought some water from the river in
his hat and washed It off.
McGuire stood at one side, rubbing his
cheek. Hunch ordered him away, and he
went without a word. The other men
were crowding around Bruce. One of
them looked up and said:
"I guess he's done for. Hunch."
CHAPTER XIH.
It was a cold day in Manistee. The
snow lay in high banks on both sides of
the street-car tracks, with paths cut
through- at the crossings and in front of
the larger stores; underfoot It creaked and
crunched. Men walked briskly, keeping
their hands in their pockets or holding
them over their ears and noses, and paus
ing at the drug store on the corner to look
at the red thermometer.
It was close to noon, and a number of
men were coming down a flight of stairs
which reached the sidewalk- a few doors
beyond the drug store. The last one was
Hunch Badeau, with his ulster collar
turned up, his cap pulled over his ears,
and his fur- mittens on. When they
reached the street two of the other men
ABB YOU DOING HERE?" GROWLED
turned and shook hands with him. but
he had nothing to say, and a moment later
ho was walking alone, slowly, up the
bridge approach. The examination was
over and he was free. His case had not
reached a trial, for he had killed Consl
dlne plainly In self-defense.
A long row of schooners, steamers and
tugs lay alongside the docks on both sides
of the narrow river. On most of the
schooners a length of stovepipe came out
of a cabin window, and a few wisps of
smoke, winding laxlly out. to be snatched
away by the wind showed that many a
sailer was lying dormant during the Win
ter months. Hunch lingered on the
bridge. He had once, spent a Winter in
Chicago on a blfj schooner, locked up
gnugly in the North branch, near Goose
Island, eatlnjr and sleeping, smoking and
swapping yarns, and helping to drink
up somebody's Summer profits. That was
a. long while ago;t it seemed to Hunch a.
dim part of some past life , before he had
"ever met a woman other than the rough
girls of "the Chicago levee and the North
Peninsula stockades.
Mr. Jackson had told Hunch that he
need not go back to work that day, so
he climbed to .his room and sat on the
chair by the window. Bruce's things were
lying about the room, his razor on the
bureau, his Sunday clothes over a chair
In the closet, his shoes under the loot of
the bed. Hunch got up and began to get
them together, without knowing exactly
why he was dolnglt. He packed what he
could In the patent lea'ther valise, and
made up the rest into bundles, borrowing
paper and string from the landlady. Then
he sat down again, but before long, too
restless to stay alone, he put on his coat
and walked out to the mill. Mr, Jackson
was standing near the waste dump with
a memorandum book, in his hand.
"Well, Badeau, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, guess I might's well get to
work."
"Just as you like.'
The men looked surprised when he
joined, them. He -was nervous, and he
worked both himself, and them at a pace
that -wore them out m a few hours. But
at 6 o'clock, when the whistle blew, and
he put on his coat and went to the board-fng-house,
ho felt refreshed.
Oi Sunday, after several days of hesi
tating over the best way to get Bruce's
things to Mamie, Hunch gathered up
the bundles and the valise, and took the
noon train to Manlstogee. He sat for
two hours in the station before he could
make up his mind to take them to Joe
Cartier's house. When he finally" knocked
at the door, Joe's wife opened, it..
"How d'ye do, Mr. Badeau. Conie In,
won't you?" - -
"No, I can't," said Hunch. "Hold on.
yes I will, too, just a minute. Where's
Joe?"
"Here he is,'' replied Joe himself, com
ing through the hall In his shirt sleeves,
"Come In and sit down."
Hunch stepped In and dropped the bun
dles" In the corner.
"Can I speak to you a minute, Jog?"
"Sure thing. Walk In the front room.
Martha, I could swear Hunch ain't had
his dinner. Fetch out some of the chicken
and .potatoes. It ain't so hot as 'twas,
Hunch, but Ifs good, plain stuff, good
enough for us, ain't it Martha?"
"No, don't you, Mis' Cartler. I can't
star; honest, I had some grub anyhow."
But Joe's wife hurried out to the
lritchen, leaving Joe and Hunch in the
front room.
"Take off your coat, man," said Joe.
"What are you getting so bashful about
all of a sudden?" '
Hunch buttoned his coat nervously.
"Is she staying here yet, Joe?"
"Who's that you mean. Hunch?
Bruce's wife? She's going to her father's
tomorrow."
"How's that happen?"
"Well. I'll tell you, Hunch you won't
say nothing about, it pf course, but
when Bruce when he died, you know and
I knowed the girl didn't have a cent
anywhera's. and worse'r that if you count
his debts, I just thought kind of that the
old man he didn't know quite how things
stood or he wouldn't be so ugly. You
see, dpn't you?"
Hunch nodded.
"And of course I couldn't say nothing
to her, you know, 'cause shs'd think
first thing I meant something about the
rent she's a touchy little thing, you
know so I says to Martha, 'Martha,
' you just take your work' this was
Thursday 'Martha,' I says, you just
take your work and go up to Mis'
Banks' and set down and have a good
old jaw with the old lady. She'll let
you talk to her, T says, ' 'cause she
used to be your Sunday School teacher,
and she's always took a shine to you.
And you 'just lay out the while thing,
and tell her that if she ain't wanting' to
lose, the respect of one grocer In this
town she'd better just leave go of one
of them missionary societies of hers and
watch out a little for her own daugh
ter.' Martha, she felt kind of delicate
about going, but she went down, just
the same, and tackled the old lady, and
when she come back her eyes was like
sho'd been crying, so I knowed 'twa3
all right, and I didn't say nothing. And,
sure enough, that night old Banks
himself came around and stood up stiff
in the door and says: 'Is my daughter
here', Cartler?' He always calls me Joe,
you know, and I calls him George; but
that ain't no matter. I says yoa, and
he goes upstairs, and then Martha and
I we Just keeps out of the way "In the
kitchen so's he could go out without
running into any of us. But 'longj about
9:30 he comes out and knocks on the
kitchen door and saye: "My daughter's
coming to my house, Joe.' And I says,
When?' and he says, 'Monday and
'Let me know wnat the board'U amount
to.' And you see, Hunch, I was kind of
foolish myself, so I Just says. 'All right,
George,' and then he goqs out. So the
BRUCE.
girl's going to keep alive, Snyhaw, and
i that's something."
Hunch rose and slowly buttoned his
ulster.
"You give her them things, won't you,
Joe. I dunno as I'd say anything about
my bringing 'em down."
"Why, hold on, man, you ain't going
now. Martha's out getting qome dinner
for you."
"Sorry," said Hunch. "I got to get
back."
"Oh, pshaw! Hunch, this ain't right.
Wait a minute, anyhow. 1 guess Mis'
Consldlne would like to see you. She's
right upstairs."
"No," 'said Hunch, slowly, "she don't
want to see me."
Cartler looked at him, a little ' sur
prised, then suddenly grew embarrassed.
"I forgot," he said; "I clean forgot.
No. I don't s'pose she does."
Hunch turned and felt for the door
knob. Mrs. Cartler was coming in from
the kitchen, and she hurried forward.
"Don't let him go now, Joe. His din
ner's all ready."
"That's-right," Joeurged. "You see
you can't go, Hunch."
"I "m sorry," said Hunch. "Good day,"
He hurried out, and left Joe and his wife
looking at each other.
Hunch had been back In Manistee near
ly a week, when one day he received a
letter in a perfumed envelope, like the
ones Bruce used to gt, when they were
together on the schooner."
He carried It In his pocket all the after
noon, and at night, wondering what she
could have to say, and yet not daring
to open it and find out, he set it upon
his bureau, taking It up every few. min
utes and turning it over in his hand.
In the morning when he awoke and got
out of bed to light the lamp and dress.
It was there on the bureau staring at
him. He held It up to the light several
times, and then tore off the end of the en
velope and drew out the letter. It was
a stiffly worded little note, thanking nim
for brlngln Bruce's things, and was
signed, "Yours truly, Mary Consldlne."
Hunch could not tell why it made him
happy. He read it over and over, the
first letter she had ever written to him,
almost the first letter any one had writ
ten to him. He stood by the lamp hold
ing it in his hand.
Then suddenly ha thought of Bruce,
and the letter dropped to the table and
lay there for a long time untouched,
while he" dressed with qlumsy fingers.
But before he went out to work he put
it away in his Inside pocket. It staed
there for a long time, and sometimes
in the evenings, long afterward, he
would take it out and read it again.
(To b'e continued.)
SONGS PEOPLE SING.
Curious Facts About Dlttlcs the Mul
titude LiUes.
Tho author and composer of a song that
strikes the general fancy Immediately
leap Into National prominence, says a
writer in the Junior Munsey. They are
to modern life what minstrels were to
feudalism. Their reign Is short-lived, as
a rule, for it rarely happens that a song
sells for more than a year, and men who
can bring forth two successes in sequence
are few and far between. The barrel
organ Ik the crucial test of a song. When
these street Instruments grind it out It3
position is assured.
It is. not necessary tobe able to write
even respectable rhymes, or to have the
slightest exact knowledge of music, to
write a popular song. Not one song
writer in ten know3 enough about music
to be able to put down the simple melody
on papor, and as for writing the complete
score It Is as far beyond them as mak
ing plans for a suspension bridge would
be to the laborer who works on it But
the man who conceives a melody can play
it on a piano. And there are scores of
men who have studied music for years,
who are working for $10 or $15 a week,
and who will write out the music and put
It In form.
Possibly the ablest song-writer of recent
years was Felix McGlennon, who had
many successes, the greatest being "Com
rades." He started the fashion In
"friendship songs," which had a long run.
After this came "the mother song," and
that never dies out wholly, because the
theme is sweet and true, and as old as
time, yet ever new. Nowadays "homo"
and "mother" must not appear, in a title.
Naughty girl songs, like "Her Golden
Hair Was Hanging Down Her Back;"
precocious youth songs and all manner of
ditties that were suggestive, had a great
hold on the popular mind, yet these have
been , leavened by sentimental ballads,
like 'The Song That Reached My Heart"
"Sweet Marie" and others.
The "coon" song still rages, but during
the last year the geographical song has
come first Probably Paul Dresser started
this latter fashion, and few names are
better known throughout the length and
breadth of the country than that of the
author of "On the Wabash." No song
ever enjoyed greater popularity during a
certain period than this melody. Every
one knows that the American soldiers In
Cuba were singing it when their voices
were not lifted in the martial strains of
'.'A Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight,"
written by Theodore A. Metz. This last
Is a real song, a vigorous, splendid, swing
ing melody that carries one along, and 1
can very "well understand how the Span
lards came to regard It as the National
song of the United States. I am Inclined
to think that It Is one of the songs that
will endure.
It Is not difficult to understand how the
homesick soldiers should be moved by "On
the Wabash," because It breathes the at
mosphere of home and the farm. It Is
a simple story of a young roan returning
home after a long absence to find tho
sweetheart of his boyhood lying In, the
churchyard. The chorus Is nothing but a
description of a moonlight night on the
Wabash. The commonplace story was
twisted so that It had a suggestion of
novelty, and It was elemental in its sim
plicity. Added to this was a haunting
and easily acquired melody, a title that
seemed new, and a pure sentiment.
It should be borne In mind that the
songs that have a good and wholesome
sentiment are most successful. "On the
Wabash" rought forth a flood of songs
that described places from Maine to Cali
fornia, like, "Tho Girl I Loved in Sunny
Tennessee," "She Was Bred In Old Ken
tucky," "My Old New Hampshire Home,"
and " 'Mid the Green Fields of Virginia."
All these songs are healthful and honest
In their tone, a love of nature, an af
fection for good women, are found In
them. They are written down to the
level of the great mass of people who
do not think, but only feel. They have
the magic touch of sympathy that strikes
responsive cords in the human heart.
The "coon" songs for the most part are
Immoral in their tone; few can resist their
melody. Even so great a musician as
Anton Dvorak declared that from them
must dovelop the National music of Amer
ica. And as for the words, there aie
compressed in them such a keen and dis
criminating sense of the weakness of hu
man nature, and such." genuine humor,
as to be at once the admiration and de
spair of men who make a business of try
ing to write good stuff.
In order to give an idea of the number
of copies of popular songs sold and the.
royalties received by the authors and com
posers, I have secured from the publishers
tho 'facts about certain songs. The list
Is not Intended to be comprehensive, but
rather typical. Here is a list:
CoplC3
Sold. Royalty,
'A TTnf TMmft In the Old Town
Tonight" (Metz) OOO.OOO
24,000
"Sweet Marie" (iioorej
"On the' Wabash" (Moore) .
000,000 24.000
300,000 20,000
"Th Sweetest StoryEver Told"
(Stults) 500,000 20.000
"Answer" (Robyn) 400,000 G.0Qo
"Just Tell Them That You Saw
Mo" (Dresser) 400.000 10,000
"Oh, Promise Mel" (De Koven)400,000 10,000
"The Girl I Loved In Sunny
Tennessee" (Bralsted and Car
ter , 300,000 12.0CO
"Just One Girl" (Udal and
Kennett) 300,000 12.000
"Because" (Hcrwitz and Bow
ers) 300,000
"She-Wa Bred In OM Ken
tucky" (Bralsted and Carter) .250,000
"Always" (Horwitz and Bow
er:) 200,000
"Hello. My Baby!". 150,000
"The Sidewalks of New York"
(Lawlor) 130.COO
12,000
10,000
8,000
0.000
0.000
By way of parenthesis, It may be well
to remark that the most popular song
ever written Is one with which every per
son over 30 years old is familiar "Gathcr
lnjg Up the Shells From the Seashore."
More than a million copies of it have been
sold, and it Is selling yet.
The number of "one-hit", song writers
greatly exceeds those who have written
several successes. The makers of these
songs come from every, walk in life, ex-
cept the higher Intellectual ones. It Is
easier to write over the heads of people
than down to them.
Many of the successful song writers are,
or have been, vaudeville performers or
farce-comedy actors. Paul Dresser, C. B.
Laylor, John Bratton and James Thorn- .(
ton Deiong to tne acuor ioia. oiranes xv.
Harris, who has written many successes,
beginning with "After the Ball," was a
pawnbroker In Milwaukee. Bralsted and
Carter are the pan names of two yung
men encaged In business that does not
begin to yield them as much as their
songs. Carl Kennett, who wrote the
words of "Just One Girl," works In a
hotel In Portland, Or. Lynn Udal, who
wrote the music, Is employed by a rail
road company in the same city.
Most aongs have their origin In a phrase
or expression, which Is usually made the
title. Every expressive bit of slans that
spreads over the country is Incorporated
In a song. Writers are on the lookout
for these, just as a professional humorist
Is constantly straining for things he can
twist Into jokes. Song writers call this
phrase or expression the "catchv" Fre
quently a song is held for months for lack
of a title that Is considered acceptable.
Charles B. Lawlor found his Inspiration
for "The Sidewalks of New York" while
watching children dancing about a pere
grinating piano. Ernest Hogan, one of
tho foremost writers of "coon" songs,
paid rather dearly for "All Coons Look
Alike to Me." That remark was actually
made to him by a Chicago police ser
geant before whom he was taken through
a mistake in identity. Scores of in
stances of this kind may be given. Near
ly all the writers of verses of popular
songs say that they take them from life.
Charles K. Harris, whose words are about
as bad. from a literary viewpoint, as
anything can well be, emphasizes this
point particularly.
All successful writers agree that the
elements which make up a sonff the peo
ple will sing are melody, sentiment or
humor, title, novelty and slpllcity.
"Warmed over melodies" play an Im
portant part In song writing. Often only
the tempo Is changed. An Illustration of
this was furnished several years ago when
Dave Braham's "My Johanna Lives in
Harlem" was one of the popular melo
dies, and most .people didn't know that it
was "The Last Rose of Summer," with
the time quickened. Another good old
tune that has made several people rich
Is "Maid of Athens." Fifteen or 20 years
ago it went forth under tha title of "When
the Leaves Begin to Turn," and latterly
It was Immensely popular as "The New
Bully." "Maggie Murphy's Home" bore
a strange resemblance to "Angels Ever
Bright and Fair." A recent song that
promises to 'life a "hit" is "Strike Up the
Band, Here Comes a Sailor." It is said
to be a revival of a very old one, which
began "Drive' Care Away. Grieving Ia
Folly," with only the time quickened.
Scores of similar illustrations might be
given.
i . t i
The Slnffer.
Day long upon the dreaming: hllla
One watched the idle hours fade by
And had no thouzht of other thing
Than waving grass and Summer aky.
And all the wlldtng sconta and sounds
The lavish-hearted season brought
He made his own. and prisoned them
"Within the little songs he wrought.
While he was singing in the town
His busy brethren bought and sold
And got them place and clrcumstanco.
And all the pride and pomp of gold.
But when the niht came with the stars.
And on her hills her silence laid.
He, homeward turning, bora with him
Naught save the careless songs he made.
"Oh, Prodigal i" his brothers cried.
"And have you done no better thing?
And is It thus you stpond your day
To dream in sunshine and to sing?"
But he, remembering those still hours
Tho dream had made so eloquent
The waving grass, the Summer sky,
xhe purple hillside smiled, content.
Arthur Ketchum. in Llpplncotfs.
TRAVELERS' GUIDE.
EAST
VIA
SOUT
Leave I Depotttt.-- I ArrlTe
OVERLAND EX
PRESS TRAINS,
for Salem. Roie
burg, Ashland. Sac
ramento, Ogden.
San Francisco. Mc
Jave, Los Angeles.
El Paso, New Or
leans and the East.
At Woodburn
(daily except Sun
day), morning train
connects with train
for Mt. Ancel. Sll
verton, Browns
ville. Sprlngneld.
and Natron, and
evening train fpr
Mt. Angel and Sll
verton. Albany passenger
Corvallls passenger.
Sheridan poa'gr
8:30 P. M.
S:30A. M.
7:45 A. M.
6:30 P. M.
4:00 P.M.
7:30 A. M.
114:50 P. M.
10:10 A. M.
5:50 P. M.
lS:25 A. M.
Dally. IIDaily except Sunday.
Rebate tickets on sale between Portland. Sac
ramento and San Francisco. Not rates $17 lira
clas! and ?11 second class, including sleeper.
Rates and tickets to Eastern points and Eu
rope. Also JAPAN. CHINA. UuNOLULU .un'.
AUSTRALIA. Can be obtained from J B.
K1RKLAND, Ticket Agent, 140 Third street.
YAMHILL DIVISION.
Passenger Depot, foot of Jefferson street.
Leave for Oswego dally at 7:20 0:40 A. M.;
12:30. 1:55. 3:25. 4:10, 0:23. S:'M. 1I:S0 P. M.;
and 9:00 A. ii. on Sunday only. Arrive at
Portland dally at G:33. S:30. "10.30 A. M.;
1:35. 3:10. 4:30. 6:15. 7:40. 10.00 P. At.; I'j.-iu
A. SI. daily, except Monday. 8:20 and 10:03 A.
M. on Sundays only.
Leave for Dallas daisy, except Sundav, at
5.05 P. M. Arrive at Portland nt 0:30 A. M.
Passenger train leaves Dallas for Alrlle Mon
days, "Wednesdays and Trldays at 2:45 P. M.
Returns Tuesdays, Thursdajs and Saturdays.
Except Sunday.
R. KOEHLER. C H MARKHAM.
Manager. Gen. Frt. & Pass. Agt.
. Tlclet Olflce, 255 Mwrliaa Strert, 'Phjn: 51)
LEAVE.
N4
C:0O P. M.
Tn ?lyw, Jllj to M
from Ct. Pul, Mloc
apolli, Daluth. Chicax.
n.t alt mint. XL
ARRrrx.
No. X
7-.0(i A t
Through Palace and Tourist SJeiyer. Distal
and Bufft Smoklnx-LlUrary Cars.
JAPAN - AMERICAN LINE
STEAMSHIP RIOJUN MARU
For Japan. China and all Ailatlc point wit
lav Eeattl
About October 10th
Astoria & Columbia
River Railroad Co.
LEAVES
UNION
DEPOT.
For Jdaritrs. Italnltr.
CJeUlcanie, '.VMtport.
Clifton. Utorl. Wxr
renton. Flayel, Ham
mond. Fort Stroiu,
Ci-arh-irr Park. SnU.
Astoria, aad aJUiior
Expreii.
Dally.
Astoria Kxpru.
Dally.
ARRIVES
UNION
DEI-OT.
8:00 X M.
0:55 P. M
11:10 a. i.
B:M P. ii.
Tlckat office SSft lorrlon m and Union depot.
J. C KATO. Gen. Pa. Jlgt.. A tori. Or.
lJf suwarr -ril
HfO CCCEH&SHASTA M
IPreatWortherkIi
TRAVELERS' GUIDE.
wm&wamTmmivi'lm'm'''atsan
Union Depot, Slxtb. and J Street.
THREE TRAINS DAILY
FOR ALL POINTS EAST
"CHICAGO-PORTLAND SPECIAL."
Leaves for the East, via Huntington, at 0:0O
A. M.: arrives at 4:ao P. M.
SPOKANE FLYER,
For "Spokane. Eastern Washington, and Qreat
Northern points, loaves at G P. M. arrives at
A. M.
ATLANTIC EXl'BSSS.
Leaves for the East, via Huntington, at 0:00
P. M.; arrives at 3.10 A. M.
THROUGH PULLMAN AND TOURIST
SLEEPEHB
OCEAN AND 11IVKI1 SCHEDULE.
"Water lines schedule suoject to change with
out notice.
OCEAN DIVISION Steamships sail from
Alnsworth Dock at a P. M. Leave Portland
Columbia. ri Oct. 12; l'"?!.. OcU VJ; Moo..
Out. 20; Thurs.. Nov. b. Statu of California.
Thurs.. Oct 4, Sun.. Ovt 14; Wed., uct. 4;
Sat.. Nov. 3.
From San Francisco L?a Ing Spear-Streeft
Pier No. 24. San Francisco, at II A. M.. a
follows. Columbia. Frl., Oct. 3, Mon., Oat. 10;
Thurs., Oct. 23. Sun., Nov. 4. Wed.. Nov. 14,
State of California. WeU., Oct. lu; Sut. Oct,
20; Tues.. uct. au; Fri.. .Nov. 0.
COLU.W11IA KIVEIl DIVISION.
PORTLAND AND ASTORLV.
Steamer Hasaalo Ivuvei Portland -ally, ex
cept Sunday, at S0o P. M.. on sutmaay at
10.00 P. M. Returning. U-aves AatorU. dally,
except Sunday, at 7.00 A. M.
WILLAMETTE 111A Kit DIVISION.
PORTLAND AND SALEM. OR.
Owlnjr to the low water In th WHIametta
the boats are unable to ascend further thaa
the mouth oi the Vamhlll. For schedule ae
below.
YAMHILL RIVER ROUTE.
PORTLAND AND DAYTON. OR.
Steamer Ruth, for Oregon City. Buttevllle.
Champoeg. Dayton and way landings, leaves
Portland Tuesdays. Thursdays and Saturday
at 7:00 A. M. Leaves Dayton for Portland
and way points Mondays. Wednesdays ana.
iriilay.i at U.00 A. M.
SNAKE RIVER ROUTE.
RIPARIA. WASH., AND LEWISTON. IDAHO.
Steamer Spokane or steamer Lcwlston leaves
Rlpari dally at J: 10 A. M.. arrlung at Low
lston about .1 P. M Returning, the apokarie or
Lewlston leaves Lewi3ton daily at 7 A. M. ar
riving at Riparla same evening-
W. H. HURLBURT.
General Paitonj;er Agent
V. A. SCHILLING. City Ticket Agent.
Telephone Main 712. i0 Third at., cor. Oalt,
POSSIBLY
YOU ARE NOT AWARE OF
THE FAST TIME
AND
SUPERB SERVICE
New offered by tha
PICTO
WE HAVE
DAILY FAST TRAINS
TO THE EAST
It you cannot take the morning train,
travel via the evening, train. Both ara
finely equipped.
uOur Specialties"
Fast Time Through Service
PULLMAN PALACE SLEEPEKS,
PULLMAN' TOURIST SLEEPERS.
PULLMAN DINEHS.
LIBRARY fCAFE) CAR AND FRE3
RECLINING CHAIR CARS.
Houri In Time Saved to
Omaha, CMcnjro. ivnn.ini City,
St. Loiil.i, Ncv- Yorlc. Ronton.
And Other Ear. tern Point.
Tickets good via. Salt Lake City and;
Denver.
It is to vour interest to use THE OVER
LAND ROUTE. Tickets and aleeplng-cae
berths can be aecurud from
GEO. LANG.
City Pass, nml Ticket Agent
J. H. LOTEROP. General Agent.
125 Third St.. Portland. Or.
Colorado
n September,
September is th pif-osantait
month in the Colorado u
Tho days are br.;h-. but not
enervating. The niyhtb are coot.
The mountains look their grandest.
Best of all. the Sumraer'i rush is
over and the hotels at Glenwood.
Colorado Springs. Mnnttou and
Denver are not overcrowded.
Good idea to vary things and go
East thro Colorado. You'll en
joy it specially the 40-mlle-an-hour
ride on the Burlington's Chicago
Special.- Only one, night on tho
road. Denver to Chicago and St.
Louis.
TICKET OFFICE
Cor. Third and Stark Sta.
R. TF. FOSTER.
City Ticket Agent.
Pacific Coast Steamship Co,
FOR ALASKA.
THK COMPANY'S elegan
steamships Cottage City. City
of Topeita and AI-Kl leuw
TACuMA It A. M. SJKATTLU
0 P. H.. Oct. 2, 7. ii 17. 22.
27; Nov. I, 0, II. 10, 21. 20;
Doc. 1. and every fltth day
thereafter Further informa
tion obtain company's folder.
The company reserved the right to cbanira
steamers, sailing dates and hours of sailing,
without prevloua notice.
AGENTS N. POST. ON. 240 Washington at,
Portland. Or.; P. W. CAKLETON. N. P. R. R.
Dock. Tacoma. TICKET OFFICE. IIS First
ave., Seattlo. E. W. MELSE. Ticket Agt.:
H IL LLOVD. Puset Bound Supt.. Ocea
Dock. Seattle; C. W. MILLER. Asst. Puget
Sound Supt.. Ocean Dock, Seattle.
' t i KINS t t'O . den Agts.. S. S,
WASHINGTON & ALASKA
STEAMSHIP CO.
Tho fast roall steamship "CITT OF SEAT
TLE," sailing from Seattle evory 10 days for
Skagway, calling at Port Townsond, Ketchikan
and Juneau.
Steamers "ABERDEEN" and "RUTH." Sa
attlo to Skagway. and Intermediate points.
every seven days.
Through tickets to Dawson. $73. flrat-clasa;
and $5C second-das?.
DODWELL & CO.. Ltd..
252 Oak st. Telephone Main 00.
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