The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1872-07-12

were delighted, and the receipts were
| eighteen dollars. With this she went
back to Plymouth, redeemed her dress,
and bought back her guitar, and sent
| five dollars to her mother.
With bad luck all around her, and
knowing that her poor mother and sis.
tiers depended on her efforts, little Emma
determined to make one more bold cf.
fort in Toledo. Here she advertised to
sing in the Oliver House. The small
| audience, though enthusiastic, did not
pay expenses, but the chivalrous land.
lord refused to take her guitar.
"No, sir p said he, forgetting that he
was addressing a young lady, "George
Brown amt agoing to take no young
lady's guitar, but you can stay and try
it again."
Things looked dismal enough. Her
splendid courage began to give out. Be-
hind her she saw nothing but three
years struggle with poverty-her sex
and extreme youth against her. The
future looked as blank as midnight.
The kindness of George Brown brought
tears to her eyes, but after it came the
dreadful thought of-suicide She owed
only the nine dollars which George
Brown was willing 10 give her, but the
thought of failure was dreadful. Hope
of ultimate success always buoyed her
up. That day little Emma went, with
her bursting heart, and looked off the
Toledo pier, and the tn, ught of jump
ing off struggled in her bosom. Return.
ing to the Oliver House, she caught a
glimpse of Clara Louise Kellogg, who
had then reached the zenith of her
fame; but in a moment she was gone.
She disappeared with a piece of music
in the Oliver House. Following along
after, she encountered Miss Kellogg's S
maid on the stairs.
81 do want to see Miss Kellogg" she
exclaimed to Petrelli. When can
see herr"
"She's just gone in to dinner with
her mother, but will be out in a mo-
ment," answered Petrelli.
In few moments Miss Kellogg came
out with her mother.
al am Miss Abbott" said little
Emma, half frightened, "but l wished
to see you so much"
Never mind, come in. What can !
do for you ?" asked the kind hearted
Miss Kellogg.
II want you to try my voice. l do
think l can sing, and if you will only
say so | shall be sure" said Emma,
looking up with her clear blue eyes.
"Why, certainly, my child" said
Miss Kellogg's mother, who got up and
opened the piano, but seeing little
Emma's shabby dress and wild look,
the old lady held up her hands and ex-
claimed:
"Why, Louisel Where has this poor
child been wandering?"
In a moment Miss Abbott was sing.
ing one of her beautiful ballads full of
native sweetness and pathos. As her
voice touched those high clear notes,
which many of us have heard since in
DIR. Chapin's church, Miss Kellogg's
mother sat in mute wonder.
"Louise! Louiser' she finally broke
out, "do you hear that voice-how
clear-there is no break there. That is
the voice for mer'
That very night Miss Kellogg kindly
gave Miss Abbott 4 letter to Errani, a
teacher in this city, under whose in
struction she has been for two years.
She also gave her money to come to
New York, where she took quiet room
at DIR. Elders, and commenced a severe
course of study with Errani. After
studying spell she secured, through
friends, an engagement to sing in DIR.
Chapin's church at 1000 per annum.
Here the wonderful sweetness of her
voice became the talk of the city and
the especial wonder OF the good mem-
| bers of the big brown stone church oil
the divine paternity, on Fifth avenue.
Here she has sung for year or more,
always remembering her poor mother,
and always true to her kind benefactor,
Miss Kellogg.
Among Dr.. Chapin's audience was a
warm hearted gentleman living up
town, who took especial delight in Miss
Abbott. One day this gentleman sat
down in his office and wrote her a note.
He was a business man, and it was q
cold business note but it meant some.
thing, and filed the young lady's heart
with flood of joy and gladness. lie
told her he admired her talent, respect,
ed her pluck, and that if she wished To
go to Milan to study he would fur.
nish her the money. That man was
John r. DAILY. Miss Abbott WAS de.
lighted. With tears in her eyes she
thanked her benefactor, and it was
made up that she should sail this
spring.
By-and-by the idea occurred to hel
that she would prefer to have more thar
one person interested in her return
az" she suggested, "a number vii
take an interest in me, there will Ger
tainly be more TO welcome me back
from Italy when ! return prima DOM,
and make my debut in the metropolis
This was thought wise idea, and Mr.
DAILY Immediately put his name down
for five hundred dollars. Mrs. Georg'
Hoffman followed with five hundret
dollars, and then John q. HOyt will
five hundred, Mrs. George Lake will
one thousand, and Frank Carpenter
the artist, with heart ten times as biz
as his pocketbook, gave his splendi'
mite.
On last Saturday the City of Pari
took away, amid throng OF friends
the little girl (now a young LADY, VIII
has struggled up through poverty
whose little feet were frozen, who's
hair was cut off and sold, and who san
hungry, with her silent guitar held
hostage miles away, TO get money T.
live on and send TO her mother.
In two years Miss Abbott will returl
a prima donna, and when she stands il
the Academy of Music, like Jenn
Lind, Isabella Hinckley, and Mis-
Nilsson, her silver voice filling the al
like a choir of angels, or hushing tn
audience to holy repose, the biz
hearted, living Christians, who, remen