, 1874-01-01

ras too rocco; there too modern; th
quartet was 1imsy; that chorus a me
shout, such as you hear in Tyrolese tarer1
among the woodmen; this part was 100 uois
n ings-nob1e Fair OF loyere-were ns nothing
= mine. That buzzing passage OF the violins
express the flies at the warm edge Of SUNNI
: wood, that trlll Of nightingalcs in the ihalco1
q than ever the Egyptians suffered, or than Phlls
mel herself ever endured. Cell1ni himself neyt
took mole pains to weld and fuse and r7et Il
gether the functions Of the Duke o5 Ferrara
; engraved armor than I did to blend the loy
J Of the moonlight scene (ncarly half haul
= ecene, where the double bnsses groancd NJ
muEmnred. How Zadaha glowed with trump
when finished the scene in the balcony Wit
: passages Of serenade music dying of in the dir
, lance, gurgllug nightingale tHlls, and then
far~on shout Of reyelers How Lisa bent owe
It'll could feel the soft warmth OF her cheek tt
sing US the notes for the dance! and how Zada
ka's old friend, the cure, struck ln With the bas
OF the quar1elin sceue that opens the opera
I made lore TO Lisn in Romeo's gong, and it Wal
the evening after practiciug duet Of tho two
lovers that first cIasped her to my heart, ane
heard her sobliko murnurs, which meant she
loved me once and forever. II Zadaka had ever
been ambitious and enT;ous, as be used to say
ba had been in old days At Vienna, when he was
the bosom friend OF Mozart, he had certainly
grown different man DOW. He was never tired
Of practicing and hearing my opera. When
sat down aud played nv pet bits, he stood with
his great china pire, like the very god Of music
and Rhadamanthus rolled into one; and when
Lisa rang Ju1iet's songs he Btood ard listened
like 0rpLeus in the Elysiau Fields, when Fury
dice sings to him Of their past solrows md their
| present joys
One summer eYening We wero seated under tho
| vine outside the garden widow, lie with his
| pipe. with my riolin. and Lisa singing inside
| ut the piano ahch stood near the window. it
| l,,o. t.zr
| nightingale, jealous Of Lisa, was pteluding on
| the linden III The garden.
40 Kari, "eaid Lisa, as elle concluded the song
with shake that seemed to defy the nightingale.
| and to have stolen o.! its harmony. "ttnt is 10
beautiful. You will be second Mozart. Now
you shall have some coffee. I'll so and get tho
lamp, although you haren't been polite enough
to give me az encore."
'Llsa!" said, but sho ran upstairs hugh
ing.
"TSnt girl loves you, said 7oice clope to nv
ear. 1t WAS Zadakas. "1l,ere was love in that
voice and in yours-but you do not want NC to
tell you that-youth and love, they are one
!haEe is tone Of voice that love only can pro-
duce, it canEot he assumed; the greatest actress
cannot learn t'~se tones. 1t ls tho heart speak,
Ing, and the Lt..rt alone can produce that per-
feet harmony.
81 How ccni deny love her? ?" stammered,
;b1ushiug CRIMSON iu tile uAk.
1t ls tnat love TINT has raised you to genius.
AlAh <L10 ~ na0g AAA lofG 3Qu 4QE 1Qp4LE lGI.
But mind you ma1rT me- with her; FIR to Fart
would be impossible. a1y dark moments then
would overwhelm me :" his hand pressed my
arm, aud felt it tremble; 1T is all + can DO
now sometimes not to Sield to despair 1 hare
leen ambitious, very ambitious; yet here l am
lu Old age poor. forgotten music-master, dl u6g-
ing at the philstjne's wish, and bearing proud
fools insults
But your art consoles you." I tried to cheer
him.
HIt 4. ,,~,, ,,.,,,n .nx,.,..
the love that has sprung up like beautiful
spring flower between you and Lisa. But YOU
must succeed before can give her, who IL tile
co1e OF NY heart. to you. You must some day,
too, EesT my my story; perhaps then you Will caro-
II lore you as father" I eaid feryent1y. |
" No misfortunep Of yours ran Lessen that love-"
'' II we can only set the Government Director
to grant public rehearsal for your opera, it IL
certaln Of SUCCESS. Look: is there lot son1e-
da1k!"
looked, but eaw nothing bnt the g1oT-worms
on 4 hazel bank. All beyond was now dark,
and the only sound "ns fnlnt 1us'le OF the
leaves.
s.You a-e sure you sec nothing:"
.Ahs aSs' pardA me. I am old. ard shaken in
nerves and have been oyerwofk,nG at my His
ory Of Sacred Music. Now llsten: cannot
must not, give Lisa to you till your income il
ccuTe. Public success Gun alone secure lt-you |
oust succeed: Lock 1T me; my life is the re-
ut OF imperfect SUCCESS, or. rather, OF Success
t that now. Again that piercing pain in my
cad! am bound to tell you, Hilh the voice Of
xpc1ience that has become prophetic that tbezo
re still cruditles in your opera."
A pang wont through me. Was to again TO-
range the oyerture?
A Ihele IL q certain sense OF immatunty in
arts Which you cannot see, and, therefore, can 7
OF amend This solo is delicious, that duet is t
haTmlug; and yet there is no Incompatible solo :
nd no duet Eo ir,ezistible AZ to make the whole {
acntro rise, as tLey did At Papageno's song in
20 Magic Flute One spice more, one grain I '
something, would secure to you fame, for s
lne, and Lisa" )
tre1nbled at :Aese words, and felt eome "
range temptation to evil creeping over me.
Us suro tlat the spirit of evil urging me to
ometh1ng that would poison all my life, aud u
9yering the temptation With prizes Of love and
nbltlou aim ost lrfetl.titie.
4 shudder passed f1om my heart to every Limb. .
did not answer. 81
Zadakn went on in ; low moEotonouB voice. =
lat seemed like voice in dream. "Ilis op- y
ortunity lost, you will lose courage, aud slnk y
to the n.ere mechansts With whom you study, u
Id whose faults haro striyeu hard to guard y
u from"
I hardly knew what to say. The solid ground
1der me seemed to have turned into . trap D
ZOE and let me- through. murmured some II
oEen reproaches. some half groans, hall COM
1luls tlAL ue ElOAlA Ihho CAGoAAaE AA3 ny IL
r on the ocean, and now left me- adrltt, soon to c.
wreck. il
IS Nay, my son." he eaid, ''let not your heart d
nk. There is genius in your work, but you 7
low not the public as dot is q beast, all =
ea and ears, but without braius. They will
ar you are young, and perhaps give but q b
int and uncertain welcome, 10 that yonr opera il
ay not be recognized as 8 remarkable work z
| you are gray-hcadel. I too shall leave music II
hind NO TINT will, think, some day he recog- n
zed but what pleasure will my old bones feel a'
ON the green wleath thrown into my grave ? u
~ may one day lead the world; but you must u
axe this first SUCCESS sure" a
" But how-sce how I haye toi1ed what de-
lt aud youth have thrown into this work! G.
int" IL
At this juncture, and before Zadaka could un- d.
Id the plan which I mistrusted, Lisa came
nclng III With tho lamp, and began to open the q q
dashboard. III
l. Now, Karl; now. dear father. Karl and I g.
Q going to try tue duet, When summer ere 6
gus to weaye.'"
- Lisa said her father Erave1y, "close the n
randa door Tor q e1o1r time. and Karl are II
king about something serious" a
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