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Albumblatt is just twenty-one. I don't know about you; but I'll never have that excuse again." "Very well, Captain, we'll be good," said Mrs. Bainbridge. "And gr-r-ateful," said Mrs. Starr, rolling her eyes piously. "I prophecy he'll entertain us."
"Captain!" said another lady. "But alive and kicking. Captain Starr, Mr. Bainbridge, the Doctor and me. We are seven." Augustus looked accurately about him. "Do I understand seven, Captain?" "We are seven," the senior officer repeated. Again Mr. Albumblatt counted heads. "I imagine you include the ladies, Captain? Ha! ha!" "Seven commissioned males, sir.
For the piano there are "Three Bagatelles:" an "Étude Melodique," which is rather harmonic than melodic; an "Albumblatt," a graceful movement woven like a Schumann arabesque; and a "Pastoral," in which the gracefulness of the music given to the right hand is annulled by the inexplicable harshness of that given to the left.
And Augustus grew as hilarious as a wooden nutmeg. The commanding officer rolled an intimate eye at his wife. The lady was sitting big with rage, but her words were cordial still: "Indeed, Mr. Albumblatt, the way officers who have influence in Washington shirk duty here and get details East is something I can't laugh about. At one time the Captain was his own adjutant and quartermaster.
"Tell him I say he must come out at once," said Augustus then; and received further silence. "He eat now," observed the chief. "Can't talk much." "Sergeant Casey," bellowed Albumblatt, "go over there and take him out!" "The Lootenant understands," said Casey, slowly, "that Ute Jack has got the drop on us, and there ain't no getting any drop on him."
Therefore York must be spared the insult of twenty more dollars a month, our statesmen must be re-elected, and you and I, Catherine, being cookless, must join the general mess." Thus did all separate housekeeping end, and the garrison began unitedly to eat three times a day what a Chinaman set before them, when the long-expected Albumblatt stepped into their midst, just in time for supper.
Duane, seeing the Captain return, ran to him and asked, were the Crows on the war-path? Then her Frank told her yes, and that he had detailed Albumblatt to vanquish them and escort them to Carlisle School to learn German and Beethoven's sonatas. "Stuff, stuff, stuff! Why, there he does go!" cried the unsettled Catherine. "It's something at the Agency!"
The third is an hilarious allegro, and the finale is an even gayer presto, with movements of sudden sobriety, suddenly swept away. Foerster calls this Quartette "far inferior" to a second one, opus 40. This, however, I have not seen; but I do not hesitate to call opus 21 a masterly work. Opus 24 is an "Albumblatt" for 'cello and piano.
These Fort Brown Indians were not his friends at any time, and less so now, when he arrived wild drunk among their families. Hounded out, he sought this empty lodge, and here he was, at bay, his hand against every man's, counting his own life worthless except for destroying others before he must himself die. "Is he armed?" Albumblatt inquired, and was told yes.
She played very softly Schumann's Albumblatt, and she remembered how, a few days before, late in the evening, she had improvised as she was sitting at home, and Klingemann had walked up and down in front of the window. She could not help thinking also of the report that he had a scandalous picture in his room.
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