Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 September 1898 — The Syllable That Was Drowned. [ARTICLE]

The Syllable That Was Drowned.

They met-in the gay, crowded ball room, When the fiddle and flute and bassoon Gave forth a deliciously mellow, A beautiful, soul-stirring tune. They danced to the music entrancing, His lips he held close to her ear; He praised her fair face and her dancing In tones that no other could hear; He poured out his soul in sweet earneat As they gracefully whirled through the maze— With the music that floated above them He mingled his fair words of praise. At last she looked at him in wonder, As they glided along, to the tune— To the mellow, the soul-stirring music Of fiddle and flute and bassoon, And said: “I’m afraid there’s a blunder— I’m a Mrs., you think me a miss— The noise when our friend us W T as, I fancy, to blame for all this.” The scene lost its beautiful splendor, The music, too, ceased to entrance, And he scarcely had strength to attend her To her seat, when they’d finished the dance! —Chicano News.