DID you HEIR THE CONCERT?CROWDS GATHER TO LISTEN TO STRANGE MUSIC FROM CHINESE PHONOGRAPH.Noises which might be taken for afeline concert or somebody’s intervre-tation of the waitings of a lost soul, emanating from the Chinese quarters ' on Aid r str* et near Third, kept a crowd about the doors of the followers I of Confuscious for the better part of I an hour last night.This morning that same crowd is trying to forget those noises, for those spinal column—crinkling—strains | affected the mind and sleep much as 1 would a second helping to Welch ; Rarebit.To the Chinese, however, it was but , the music of dear old China, to.which J there was a new charm, for it was rendered by a phonograph, the mystery of the “foreiggn devil” in which one can bottle up talk and turn it loose again at will. But it did not seem Occident could have recorded the ori- j ental vocal spasms which shocked the atmosphere last night.Gathered about the phonograph, which was set on a box at the rear of ; the Chinese store under a shrine to ( Josh were about a score of Chinemen I —m rchants and farmers. In the back ground was a woman. She was barefooted and wore great rings in hlt;*r j ears.Ba ba ba. turn turn turn. Chungi-i- j V-i. wailed \the totrured phonograph some thousands of feet above the j clouds in the minors where it soar- d | to a tin pan accompaniment.Then two or three of the celestials would start an animated jabbering in one corner of the room, gesturing towards the machine. This would subside until some one else was moved to offer criticism. Every unmber brought forth much talk and not a j(Continued on Page Four)