Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1873-06-25

But you must have nest, and" he
continued, plunging into metaphor for
perhaps the first time in his life, "furni-
ture in it, too, like other birds!"
More than most birds, my good Char
lie We must have piano; and they sing
without an accompaniment" l answered
That's chaff; but, seriously, you'll
want money. You'll have to buy
spangles and things, shan't you? And
you know, Heytesmere, how very
glad I shall be if I can do
anything to help you and the girl; and
you can pay me when you are primo tenore
don't they call it at Covent Garden
or when you've found out about Peters
grandfather, and come into all that
money!
must interpret Charles allusion Ny
grand-uncle Clement Heytesmere, was a
lawyer, and had made the discovery that
when society reached that interesting stage
at which every one had his rights, we
should have the Heytesmere property.
We had not got it, nor had it been ours for
generations and though [ do not, know
how many points the law has, possession
is nine of them; and the law must be a
regular porcupine if it leaves the unfor-
tunate nOn-pOssessor enough to do him
much good. My grandfather, Colonel
Heytesmere, was the eldest brother, and
took the matter up at first; but he could
not prove where Peter was born, nor
where Michael was buried and, most
important of all, where Percy and Annie
were married; indeed he was forced to
conclude that if they had been through
the ceremony at all, it must have taken
place in some inaccessible Lakewood Of
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hemisphere. Clement would not give up :;
wanted to quarrel with his brother for his
lack of enthusiasm, and continued the
quest alone; except inasmuch as my grand
father supplied him with money when Gle
ment said it was necessary to success. 1t
was supposed that he had found the chief
links; and, casually, my grandfather
came across a few important facts; but,
when Clement died, as he did very sud
denly at Southampton, the old villain left
no papers but an unpaid bill for wines and
spirits, and one useless certificate. Since
then the search had been abandoned
was rather too doubtful as to the ar
rival of either period Of repayment which
Mather. suggested to accept the check he
tried to force upon me; but I took one for
smaller amount, and extracted from him
his consent. to give Alice away, if by a
legal fiction she might be supposed to be-
long to him temporarily
She and I appeared at the church on
Tuesday morning, and were met by very
mild young curate, a very snuffy old pew
opener, and Mather, nervous and confused
in the highest degree; but by their Joint
aid we were united with a security to
which the whole bench of Bishops could
have added nothing; and then we started
for our short tour. seMoAA /
1t was not by any means holiday, for
was obliged to perfect my knowledg e as
much as possible Of the lyrical and dra-
matte joys and sorrows Of Don Caesar de
Bazan, Manrico, Elvino, Edgardo, and va
rious other persons who sometimes re-
sorted to extremely complicated methods
OF expressing their feelings. The two
weeks passed like two days; and then we
ruefully said "Good by" to pleasant little
Beachley and journeyed on to Maverford
BERTHE Heytesmere was no more; Alice
Rawnsley had ceased to exist; but a Miss
Alison and Mr.. Haywood, who alighted
at the MaverfOrd Station, and were there
received by Mr.. Betterton, bore striking
resemblance to the young couple who
had been staying at Beachley ...s
| must not plunge into anecdotes of my
stage life, with all its novelty and excite
ment; for if | once begin, there will be no
stopping. 1t was very strange, at first, to
retire into little room at the back of the
stage each evening, dressed in shooting
jacket, and to emerge anon in gunaccus-.
toned trunks and tights, face "made upn
with red and white, and mysterious hair
crepe, or "crape hair" as it is generally
called in the profession. Wigs were puz-
zling, too, at first; and having carefully
tucked up the betraying natural crop,
terrible feeling would steal over me to-
wards the middle of the first act that
some slight exertion on the stage had dis
arranged the whole affair, and from be-
meath the meretricious adornment of light
hair, the natual dark was becoming more
and more visible, and forming an absurd
contrast to the lightened eyebrows. But
all this soon passed away.
We played Mariana, ]" "Faust," "Trova-
tore" Lucia" "Lurline, ''Sonnambula,"
and the perennial Bohemian Girl:n the
fact that my wife had been singer in
some measure removing The brand of the
amateur beast-so hateful to the pro-
fession-from my forehead. It was hard
work, very hard for there is mighty diff
ference between learning to sing ballad
Will Wudt YOU ludSIHt W DC JdStc ana Iccl-
ing, and joining in tune and time in
the recitatives and concerted music
throughout a long opera. A notion OBJ
tains amongst amateurs-you see, speak
from the other side of the stream now
that if one can sing ballad "properly,'
the said one can sing anything. There is a
similar idea with regard to cooks; that if
a man can cook a chop satisfactorily, he
is capable of any culinary effort. Distrust
each axiom. Ask the accomplished vo-
calist to sing "Salve, dimora," and the fin
ished chef to dress you something special
in the way of salnaa. Vous ue7rez
Toreturn to the opera, however. Though
it was, as have said, hard work, it was a
very happy life. An old motherly con-
tralto took great fancy to little Alice,
and was very kind to her (poor Marta !!
gone now forever beyond the reach of
Mephistophelian temptation, did any one,
in any nation or language, ever play the
part of Margherita's unwary guardian as
perfectly as youD. / got on admirably
with Betterton, who was most amusing
companion when duty was over, and had
seen musical service in every part of the