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Benson does something in that line himself. They have with them for a few days a violinist, Fairman I think his name is, from Boston, and a pianist what was it, Juliet?" "Schlitz, I think," said Miss Verjoos. "Oh, yes, that is it, and they are coming to the house to-night, and we are going to have some music in an informal sort of way. We shall be glad to have you come if you can."
"I think I rather took it for granted that you could play for yourself. Can't you?" "After a fashion, and simple things," he said, "but on an occasion I would rather not attempt it." The girl looked at her sister in some perplexity. "I should think," suggested Miss Verjoos, speaking for the second time, "that Mr. or Herr Schlitz would play your accompaniments, particularly if Mrs.
Herr Schlitz, the corrector of my 'Suites' for Cornet a piston, offered his assistance. I was compelled to reduce my six cornets to four, and he told me that only two of these could be relied on. As a matter of fact, the attempts made at the rehearsal to produce those very passages on which the effect of my work chiefly depended were very discouraging.
"The music has been a great treat to me," remarked John. "I have heard nothing of the sort for two years." "You have quite contributed your share of the entertainment," said Mrs. Benson. "You and I together," he responded, smiling. "You have got a be-oodifool woice," said Herr Schlitz, speaking with a mouthful of salad, "und you zing ligh a moosician, und you bronounce your vorts very goot."
The emperor and the count are also as united and unrestrained with each other as two men can be who have the same tastes, who have been intimately acquainted since childhood, and whose parents have been close friends before them. It is doubtful whether William ever enjoys himself so much, or feels so thoroughly at home, as when visiting the Goertzes at Schlitz.
"Can I induce you to be so kind as to play for me?" "I am sure he will," said Mrs. Benson, looking at Herr Schlitz. "Oh, yes, I blay for you if you vant," he said. "Vhere is your moosic?" They went over to the piano. "Oh, ho! Jensen, Lassen, Helmund, Grieg you zing dem?" "Some of them," said John. The pianist opened the Jensen album. "You want to zing one of dese?" he asked.
"Sehr schön!" exclaimed Herr Schlitz, looking up and nodding; "you must zing zome more," and he played the first bars of Marie, am Fenster sitzest du, humming the words under his breath, and quite oblivious of any one but himself and the singer. "Zierlich," he said when the song was done, reaching for the collection of Lassen.
When I was in the midst of this work, however, to my great relief and to my poor wife's consternation, Schlesinger told me that M. Schlitz, the first cornet player in Paris, who had looked my 'Etudes' through, preparatory to their being engraved, had declared that I knew absolutely nothing about the instrument, and had generally adopted keys that were too high, which Parisians would never be able to use.
And over at the free-lunch counter, Charlie the coon with a apron white like chalk, Dishin' out hot-dogs, and them Boston Beans, And Sad'dy night a great big hot roast ham, Or roast beef simply yellin' to be et, And washed down with a seidel of Old Schlitz!" "The Puritans disliked the theatre because it was jolly. It was a place where people went in deliberate quest of enjoyment."
"Very much so," said John, smiling and looking first at Mrs. Tenaker and then about the room, "but there are no old women here as far as I can see." "Very pretty, sir, very pretty," she said, looking very graciously at him. "Will you sing Annie Laurie for me?" "With all my heart," he said, bowing. He looked at Herr Schlitz, who shook his head. "Let me play it for you," said Mrs.
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