Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1872-07-12

4 tue EVllu nOuSe bHo lew WHO CdIHe
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. aa b@@tat
j With bad luck all around her, and
knowing that her poor mother and sis.
4 ters depended on her efforts, little Emma
determined to make one more bold ef-
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. '
a" No, sir" 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. Hi D93faia@ ' ""@
Things looked dismal enough. Her
splendid courage began to give out. Be-
hind her she saw nothing but a 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 TO 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 thought 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 moment she was gone.
She disappeared with a piece of music
in the Oliver House. Following along
after, she encountered Miss Kellogg's
maid on the stairs.
| 81 do want to see Miss Kellogg" she
lexclaimed to, Petrelli. "When can
see her?" .-... ..-... -. g..
ashes just gone in to dinner with
her mother, but will be out in mo-
ment," answered Petrelli. .st7aF
| In few moments Miss Kellogg came
out with her mother. ..--...f ID. .....-..5
"I am Miss Abbott" said little
Emma, half frightened, "but | wished
to see you so much" te-t tf-a,'9" @4E
"Never mind, come in.a What can /
do for you ?'' asked the kind hearted
Miss Kellogg. ............s ....... .o....
r''I want you to try my voice. I do
think 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, Louise! Where has this poor
child been wandering" Z" y "a" i"Ea
In 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
DR.. Chapin's church, Miss Kellogg's
mother sat in mute wonder. -r. ..lf
"Louise Louise!" she finally broke
out, do you hear that voice-how
clear-there is no break there. That is
the voice for metz .asatc u r''j
That very night Miss Kellogg kindly
gave Miss Abbott letter to Errani,
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 q quiet room
at DR.. Elders, and commenced a severe
course of study with Errani. After
studying aspell she secured, through
friends, an. engagement to sing in DIR.
Chapin's church at $1,000 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 of
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. hasf ast
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 business man, and it was
cold business note; but it meant some
thing, and filed the young lady's heart
with food of joy and gladness. He
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 L. 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 her
that she would prefer to have more than
one persen interested in her return.
|. " IT," she suggested, "a number will
H. IL "a ,.,,n
tainly be more to welcome me back
from Italy when IIeturn a prima donna
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. George
Hoffman followed with five hundred
dollars, and then John @. Hoyt with
FIVE hundred, Mrs, George Lake with
one thousand, and Frank Carpenter,
the artist, with heart ten times as big
as his pocket-book, gave his splendid
mite. X g.oqas1 q,sat 30 se.
On last Saturday the City. of Paris
took away, amid a throng of friends,
the little girl (now a young LADY, who
has struggled up through poverty,
whose little feet were frozen, whose
hair was cut off and sold, and who sang
hungry, with her silent guitar held q
hostage miles away, to get money to
live on and send to her mother. :,
/ In two years Miss Abbott will return
| a prima donna, and when she stands in
the Academy of Music, like Jenny
| Lind, Isabella Hinckley, and Miss
Nilsson, her silver voice filling the ar
like choir of angels, or husfing the
audience to holy. repose, the big
hearted, living Christians, who, remem- "a
bering our Saviour, put tn nelr arms