Dress Is Deceiving

Some years ago Joe Kimball was engineer upon a Moosehead steatner, saj's a Montana exchange. One evening af ter his work was over he sauntered up to the Kineo house and strolled along the piazza. In the music room several young bloods were gathered around the piano, one of them imagining he was furnishing music by strumming a few monotonous chords. Kimball stood before the window a moment wistf ully eyeing the piano and the young chap saw him. Dressed in his greasy, grimy overalls he looked anything but a piano soloist. "Say, man, come in and give us a tune," banteringly said one of the city youths. To their amazement Kimball stepped into the room and sat down before the piano. And then such music! The instrument hadn't echoed to such a magical touch for the summer. Through the halls and corridors the strains went dashing, starting a grin of delight on the iaces of the raw boys, setting demure old guests into doublé shuffles, and sending ecstatic little shivers through the limbs of ladies as they recognized that "lovely waltz." And they all flocked down to the ballroom. There sat the mysterious musician of the grimy overalls flashing his deft fingers up and down the quivering keys, while the piano sent forth music that widened the eyes and parted the lipsof all wholistened, standing breathless about him.