The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1877-03-01

day seek her deferred her. She would
wait for her boy. ~ - -,
A boarding house was provided for the
weak little woman, and Marion was
spending the last night in the house that
had been her home for eight years. 1t
was early autumn, and the sight of f1the
frat fire of the season recalled that far.off
night when she looked death in the face
up in the farmer'sil little chamber. Sit
ting thus, weaving the blazeof the camel
coal into picture of the blazing farm;
house, the tears stole down her withered
cheek, as Belle Cleaence, the best loved
of all her pupils, came upon her .''''i -
"Mother Marion, foolish little woman,
crying here all alone by the FIRE; come
that's darling TO please Belle-dress
yourself and go with me tonight"
So whispered the bright lips on her
wet face. ''' .-.' 70 (, ,.'
"Go where Belief" -. 20. ~
z"To the academy. The first night Of
the season. The most famous prima
donna the world ever saw debats in 'Lu-'
crezia Borgia, and the greatest tenor that
ever was or will be is heard tonight as
tGennaro.' You'll not deny me?"'
pleaded the beauty. r.
And as Belle only gave friends an ap-
pearance of choice ont of courtesy, it was
but a few minutes before Mother Marion,
found herselfin the wermest corner of u
snug coach listening to the girls enthu.
siasn over the new tenor. ,-....i,..
"Not that ever heard him, but John,
ny Sautelle, who was in Paris last winter
has never done lauding his: acting his
method, and what he says is the sweetest
voice this side Of Heaven" g..
Mother Marion made vain attempt to
moderate the girls ardor, as ID the dim
recesses of q proscenium box, she looked
at the radiant face beaming with jexpsc. Pee,
tation. . .,,.,,,.,,.,f.,,,o,,..f
The curtain rose to a crowded. house,
and the scene was accompanied BY the
rustic of .hardly-settled parties and the
hum of suppressed comment. ,:,i,,h.s;
Mother Marion studied Bellies beauti-,
full face, as the assemblage hushed for
the opening strain Of "Gennaro's' first
song. ei.,.i..7 1oi.,a,. i
Why does the little woman, SO wearily
dropped in the cushioned chair behind,
spring suddenly forward? 7,,,t..,r
The voice that thrills through the
house is clear and sweet as q silver bel,
aud stir of satisfied delight runs through
the audience. But to her, Mother
Marion, it comes, bringing a, wild hope
and fear that dims her eye and ,pales q her
cheek. 9-.1 -,
Standing a model Of grace, in his,
showy Italian dress, the Gennaro. of the
evening sings steadily, surely, his way
into the hearts Of the impressible Ameri-
can people. The. strain is finished, and
amid a!tumult of applause, Signor Brnti1
no turns to repeat the song, ! His eye
catches wild, eager face beside the
beauty in, the box, and Mother Marion
sees the scar on the side of Gennaro's
temple, and knowing Andy is found once
more, screams and faints with prompti-
tude and alacrity. ,, al .,,...,,.,qn4, .in7sI
The audience thought it q sort !of
tribute to the new idols powers OF, song,
but they grieved over the ill-tempered
way in which the idol received an
encore. .l.. ..s..1 mir .eo.
But Andy had no thought of the pub.
lie or the threshold of popularity on
which hestood. He was dashing through
circuitous stage-ways to that box, where
he found the beauty half wild over the
fainting form. of Mother Marion. .7o-4
1t was a long wait between the first
and second acts, for Gennaro had q scene
with his mother more touching than any,
thing in the OPERA .,,.e., = cii;...i,eep
There was so much to breathleglyl tell
her-frst, how the old malestro, who had
discovered his jewel of a voice, had JIM
tercepted BIS letters, fearing to lose him
and then, when he learned all that du..
plicity, his utter, failure to trace her.
But-the past was swept with all its sor-
rows away. The awkward boy had. van
ished in the accomplished man. There
was little of the old Andy left only the
SCARED cheek and the loving heart of the
boy we're on the surface yet. i!,2> fa9 y,
And Marion knew, as she scratched her
nose on his golden,jeweled, costly stage
dress, that she was safe at last:where love
would crown her old age. a.i: 1u,G -
That was a year ago. The famous
tenor, Andrea Brutino, otherwise Andy
Bruce, has Just gone abroad with !. his
lovely wife, who once was Belle Cleaenee; /;
and, as the, admiring crowd; of music,
loving New Workers waved bon voyage
to the artist and his bride, they wondered
who the little silver-haired lady; was so
tenderly held between them. n We know,
for the beautiful woman turns and says: ::
"The sight of their kindness has made
me cry. And I've no reason to cry when
the world is so bright before me, and I
have you, my darling, and-Mother
Marion" .s.,., q. -, ,it,l to,E