Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1871-05-31
MILE NILSSON RUFFLED.
How the Divine Cantatrice Los
Her Temper i'm Hartford.

How the Divine Cantatrice Lost
Her Temper i'm Hartford.
The audience on the occasion of Nils
sons appearance in oratorio, in this
city, says the Hartford Times, seemed
struck with her manner, which indicated
that all was not going exactly right with
her. Her smiles were charming rs ever,
but her behavior indicated dissatisfac-
ton and nervousness. Nor was her
singing quite perfect. We have an ex'
PLANTATION of the case: IA
When Mile Nilsson left New York for
Hartford, number of wicked sprltes
must have attended her with fixed
purpose of rousing the temper OF the
charming cantatrice. First and fore
most she had sharp sllirmish of words
with her king and slave, the omnpotent
manager, in which-mirdbite dicM =
Strakosch came off best. This occurred
directly after leaving the metropolis,
and necessitated a persistent pout up to
Bridgeport, where accident No, 2 took
Iplace. The train was slow, and the jour
ney tiresome. What time might it be
Mademoiselle drew out her beauty of a
watch, tiny miracle of the jeweler' S
art, richly ornamented with turquoises
and diamonds. 1t was the gift OF the
Emperor. Before she could ascertain
the position of the hands the chain gave
way, and the precious trifle fell on the
floor. Quick as thought Mademoiselle
stopped, but before her lily hands could
reach it, that horrible train started
again, and oh, ye gods the divine foot
was thrown upon the dear watch, and
THE CELESTIAL HEEL
crushed it utterly. With the pieces in
her pocket Nilsson's pout became a
frown. Thus she reached Hartford, and
had, as usual, her supper sent up to her
room in the Allyn House. 1t did not
please her. The chicken was not done
to her mind. What woman could have
relished chicken after the troubles Of
the manager and the watch2 Another
fowl was ordered with no better success.
Now the wonderful singer requested
that the cook might come to her room
with chicken and things and broil
IL before the CRATE, under her own impe-
rial direction. But the cook in her
kitchen was as great as mann lie on the
stage, and, getting her back up sky
high, would not entertain the idea for
moment. Besides, the rules of the
hotel would not allow it. Nam Hes
frown became n knitting of the brows,
with clenched hands, etc. But now
there was break in the storm, A mod
est knock, and at the door appeared a
servant bearing a magnificent basket of
lowers-camelia, violets, roses, azaleas,
and everything fragrant--with
GOVERNOR JEWELS s COMPLIMENTS.
Smiles shope on the ethereal counte-
nance, the flowers were seized, and the
toilet at once begnn. Down came the
golden hair, and the maid Immediately
commenced to adorn mademoiselles S
head and dress her hair with blossoms.
But lol another knock. Beg pardon,
the basket of flowers is for Miss Cary.
The knitted brow returned with an addi-.
tional shade Of thunder, and the little.
hands grew very nervous
But this was not all When she swept
through the dressing-room on TO the stage
her train Of white satin dragged over a
spot of burnt cork left by the minstrels,
and bore off the dusky honors Of the
place. Her knitted brow became an
angry flush, and with throbbing veins
and q fierce desire to bite, she found her
self at the mercy Of a poor orchestra,
and posted behind the ineomprehensible
back of the leader. Considering all that
had gone before, we opine that it was
with feelings not quite angelic, and a
soul not quite attuned to heavenly mel
odies, that she sang, | Know that my
Redeemer Liveth.n