The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-01-10

had been her home for eight years. 1t
was early autumn, and the sight OF the
fret fire of the season recalled that tal-
off night when she looked death in the
face UP In the farmers little chamber.
Sitting thus, weaving the blaze OF the
camel coal into picture OF the blazing
farmhouse, the tears stole down her
withered cheek, as Bel Clemence, the
best-loved ofail her pupils, came upon
her.
"Mother Marion, foolish little woman,
crying here 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.
'tGo where, Beller
"lo the academy. The first night OF
the season. The most famous prima
donna the world ever saw debuts in 'Lu-
crecia Borgia,' and the greatest tenor
that ever was or will be is heard TO-
night as 'Gennaro.' You'll not deny
me W pleaded the beauty.
And as Belle only gave her friends an
appearance of choice cut OF courtesy it
| it was but lew minutes before Mother
Marion found herself in the warmest
corner of a snug coach listening to the
girPs enthusiasm over the new TENOR.
"Not that ever heard him, but Johnny
Sautelle, who was in Paris last winter,
has never done lauding his acting, his
method, and what he says is the sweet
est voice this side OF heaven"
Mother Marion made vain attempt
| to moderate the girls arlor, as in the
dim recesses OF a proscenium box, she
| looked at The radiant face beaming with
| expectation.
The curtain rose to crowded house,
Il ma n IA a
rustic Of hardly settled parties and the
num of suppressed comment.
Mother Marion studied Bellies beauti-
| full face, as the assemolage hushed tor
the opening strain OF "Gennaro's" hrst
song.
| Why does the little woman, SO wearily
Idropped in the cushioned chair behind,
spring suddenly forward?
The voice that thrills through the
house is clear and sweet as silver bell,
and a STIR Of satisfied delight runs
through the audience. But to her,
Mother Marion, it comes bringing wild
hope and fear that dlms her eye ana
pales her cheek.
standing model of grace, in his
snowy Italian dress, the "Gennaro" of
the evening sings steadily, surely, his
way into the hearts oil the impressiDle
American people. The strain is tinisher (,
and amid u tumult OF applause, slgnor
Brutino turns TO repeat the song. HIS
eve catches white, eager face beside
lhe beauty in the box, and Mother Ma
rion sees the scar on the side of seen
narro'o" tempt and knowing Andy is
found once more, screams anu iaintS
with promptltude and alacrity.
The audience thought it sort oil
tribute to the new idoPs powers Of song,
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way in which the idol received an encore
But Andy had no thought OF the public
or the threshold of popularity on which
he stood. He was dashlng through cIr-
cuitous stage ways to that box, whefa
he found the beauty half wild over the
iainting form Of Mother Marion.
1t was long wait between the first
and second acts, for "Gennaro" had u
scene with his mother more touching
than anytaing IN the opera.
There was so much to breathlessly tell
Iher-tirst, how the old maelsLro, who had
discovered his jewel OF voice, had in
tercepted his letters, tearing to lose MIN
and then, when he learned all that du.
plicity, his utter failure to trace her.
But The past was swept with all ls
sorrows away. The awakened boy had
vanished in the accomplished man
There was little of the Old Andy left
only The scared cheek and the loving
heart Of the boy were on the surface
/ yet.
: And Marion knew, as she scratched
l | her nose on his gOlden-j -jeweled, crusty
} stage dress. that she was safe at las
where love would crown her old age.
That was year ago. The famou:
q tenor, Andrea Brutino, otherwise Andy
e Bruce, has just gone abroad with hii
l. lovely wife, who once was Bell,
: Clemenee; and. as the admiring crow,
0 of music-loving New Workers wavet
"Don voyage" TO the artist and his bride
+ they wondered who the little, silver
. haired lady was, so tenderly held be
a tween them. We know, for the beauti
: full woman turns and says:
3 "The sight of their kindness has mad
Z me cry. And pve no reason 10 Cry whe
u, the world is SO bright before me, an
= have you, my darling, and-Mothe
+ Marion."-[ rhe Arcadian.