1897. 



THE AMERICAN BEE KEEPER. 



121 



STREET MUSIC. 



Mein friends, I'm blaying, as you know, 

 Ze lofely, lifely piccolo, 

 Mit trills uiid shakes of songs or psalms 

 More sweet as anysing' of Brahms'. 



Ach sol Ach sol 

 Mein lofely, lifely piccolo I 



Und I, mein friends, make music flow 

 From out mein cornet soft or low 

 Or shrill und loud ; boze can he be, 

 Ze noble instrument is he. 



Ach sol Ach so! 

 Mein cornet loud, or soft und low I 



Mit all mein lungs I prafely blow 

 Mein big trombone fortissimo. 

 Und vhen you'fe heard me play him, achi 

 You vill not vish for zings by Bach. 



Ach so! Ach so! 

 Mein big trombone fortissimo I 



Und I mit hangings to und fro 

 Mein drum's sweet music I vill show. 

 It may be louJ or soft, mein friends, 

 I bang it till ze music ends. 



Ach so. Ach sol 

 Mein drum is loudest I vill show. 



Ve'll play ze "Wacht am Rhein," alzough 

 You seem to vish zat ve should go. 

 Ach 1 Vat you say zat ve must cease 

 Or you vill fetch us ze police? 



Ach so! Ach so! 

 If ze police komm, ve must go. 



—Milwaukee Sentinel. 



NEAR THE GALLOWS. 



It was an extremely awkward situa- 

 tion. Even I, who am somewhat slow 

 to think as a rule, realized that instant- 

 ly. At my feet in the dusty roadway lay 

 a revolver still hot and smoking from 

 its discharge, the report of which had 

 just startled the quiet of that country 

 lane, while not 40 feet away from me 

 lay in the road the body of a man who 

 had fallen from a dogcart to the ground, 

 apparently stone dead. And the worst 

 of it was that the man who lay there in 

 the road was my bitterest enemy. 



The horse stopped and swerved with 

 terror at the discharge of the pistol, and 

 this action threw the man, dead or 

 wounded, from the cart. The groom, 

 who was sitting back to back with his 

 master, jumped from the vehicle and 

 ran toward the prostrate figure, while 

 the horse, left entirely to his own de- 

 vices, came toward and went past me 

 in a mad gallop. 



As a drowning man thinks so did 1 

 in that brief period. When the groom 

 reached the body of his master, he saw 



in an instant that the man was dead. 

 Then he looked at me. I was still re- 

 viewing the situation. But there wasn't 

 much time to spare. 



It was not I who fired the fatal shot. 

 The road at this point was lined on one 

 side with a high hedge, and I knew that 

 the murderer had fired from this ambush 

 and dexterously thrown the revolver to 

 where it lay just at my feet. But I was 

 quick enough to realize that no jury in 

 the world would ever believe this unless 

 proof of the real murderer could be pro- 

 duced. 



Instantly I knew that my only hope 

 lay in his capture, and I immediately 

 dashed through the hedge in search of 

 him, while the groom, thinking no 

 doubt that I was attempting to escape, 

 came in hot pursuit of me. 



Inside of the hedge there was no sign 

 of any living being. The fair, green 

 fields stretched away to the hillside, be- 

 yond which the white walls of a farm- 

 house were just visible, as peacefully as 

 if there could be no such thing as the 

 tragedy which had just taken place upon 

 the other side of the hedge. I looked up 

 and down the long hedgerow in vain. 

 There was not the slightest clew to the 

 murderer to be seen. 



However, I determined that the man 

 might possibly make for the railroad 

 station, from whence I had just come, 

 for I knew that there wias a train to the 

 city due in a few minutes. Could the 

 ruffian catch it? And could I overtake 

 him before he did so? If not, I reflected, 

 I might easily telegraph to the next sta- 

 tion and have him apprehended. 



I was running all the time as hard as 

 I could inside of the hedge and toward 

 the railway station. The groom had 

 given up pursuit of me, doubtless think- 

 ing it his duly to return to his master's 

 body. It wanted six minutes before the 

 train was due, as I saw by a hasty 

 glance at my watch, but I did not know 

 how far the station was from where the 

 murder occurred. 



I never ran so hard in my life before, 

 but I felt that my life depended on the 

 chance of securing the murderer, and 

 consequently the effort cost me no strain. 

 My wind began to tell on me, hov.( ver, 

 at the end of the first quarter niiJe, and 

 I was just wondering vaguely Ik w ic)3g 

 I could keep it up when 1 c;u:.e \.\y n the 



