The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-09-10

the angel Of death had no respect fol
persons, and condemned those whom
he had slain t. the dark depths of ONT
common grave.
Amid such utter confusion what could
apoor young artist hope to accomplish!
| Enterprise was dead, and there was
! small sympathy for the fine arts. More
over, Paris was already thronged with
stars. In II circle Auber swayed ca
price by his fantastic movements. In
another, Bellini, toned 10 grief, was
the revered idol. And, too, the hyper
| romantic Meyerbecr vas about to I'M
! loose his miscellaneous Diavolo. Singers
of all grades and nationalitieS demand
ed Il hearing, from the bcwitching NAL
ibran down to the youngest file of the
conservatory.
The hero Of our story was, neverthe-
less, resolved on making himself known.
When the hour for his concert had ar
rived, the Sal0n vas filled to overflow
ing. The strange and unique name of
the artist, posted As it was in every part
of the city, had awakened curiosity. In
him the audience, who were rather
spectators than listeners, hoped to be-
hold 4 mar clothed in the furS of the
north, and possessed of q voice rs loud
and terrible as the thunder. 1t was be-
fore such an assembly that he was to
appear, to contest the honors already
won by Paganini and De Beriot.
Alas. for the concert and the artist.
The former was pleasing enough, they
said, but the latter could scarcely be
called more than Il second-ratc fiddler,
WHITTIER, now, if Paris failed to APP
plaud him, should he direct his foot
steps? TO Italy, where, in his own
imagination. sunny fields opened out to
him like AZ enchanted world. Herein
again he was mistaken. No thcater
would permit him entrance, no i'm
PrcS$oriO vas willing to grant him a
hearing. His heart sank within him.
He thought of Germany and wondered
whether its people were more hospita-
Bile and obliging. He wondered, too,
whether the fair goddess that had wills
pcrcd into his ear long years before had
and only deceived him. Indeed,
was he Il born musician? He thought
not, and with this sad conclusion
weighing down upon his life and bedaz-
zling his brain in Il burning fever, he
sank back into the easy-chair where the
reader has first discovered him.
He was so nearly hidden that his
presence was not perceived by two per
sonages who had just entered the room
lady and a gentleman, the latter
the proprietor of the hotel.
Hers was Il figure which both poets
and painters loved to mediate upon.
She was slender and tall, and her feat
ureS were >ingularly beautiful and reg
marked; her cheeks were round
full and sweetly difluSed with 4
tint of delicate paleneSS. Her mouth
was wrought into the faircSt curve, and
her lips bore the hue of the brightest
carnations. Her grace was remarka-
bic: her loneliness was complete. Her
soul was attuncd to an heroic
power that i'll became the delicacy of
her living form.
She shook her dark curlS somewhat
,pitefully, and spokein the purest Tus-
can dialect when she said:
~ do not know what | am to do
about the affair. The concert, as You
know, has been announced, the tickets
are all sold, and every seat is engaged.
My husband vas to appear, and it was
to him that | looked for the success of
The enterprise"
: s'Your ladyship's husband, then, is
unable to come down? | hope his i'll
ness will not prove serious" replied the
host, fairly cxhausting his store of
civilitics.
Gle is not seriously ILL., continued
he first speaker, "but the physician
says that he must keep in his full
.hrec days yet. | am in despair. |
sing, at best, only three songs: my
husband was to ill up the remainder of
he programme"
H-Ahcm. oh. then you wish to pro-
.urc Il new violiniSt-one who can sup
ply his place? Well, siGnora, there are
Of them in Florence. You
know Paganini stayed here once. and
too; and, as my grandfather
Isnd 10 rclafr Tartini also bag henn q