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IKE IN A NEW POSITION.
Ike got a situation to blow an organ in town, and one
Sunday a stranger organist took it into his head that he
would try the instrument a little after the congregation
was dismissed. He expressed his desire to the boy, who
consented to blow; for there are few more obliging boys
than Ike when he is well used. He pumped away vigorously
for some time, until his arm ached, when, peeping
round the corner of the organ, he asked if he might
now go.
“No!” said the organist, curtly, and kept on,
drumming away among the dainty airs that he was
taking upon himself, — now thundering among the bass
notes, and now glancing playfully amid the tender trills
of the pianissimos, — when, confusion to a fugue commenced,
the breath of the organ gave out, and the music
flattened to a dying and dismal squeal.
“Holloa!” cried the performer, “don't get asleep
there — blow away!”
But no response attended his command. He grew red.
“Blow away, I say!” he cried, louder.
Still no response.
Angrily and inharmoniously the man of music arose
and looked for Ike. He was not there, and the mad man
of melody, as he glanced from the window, caught a distant
view of a pair of juvenile coat-tails as they disappeared
round a corner.
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