The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1881-07-01

she obtained nothing else she would
have strong, clear tone, and learn to
make grand, full sweep with her bow.
Slowly and patiently she crept along,
sometimes in the morning, sometimes
late at night, listening to instructions
and playing over the exercises.
"Seven hours every day Scales in
every key; running passages OF every
imaginable Enthusiastically year Of
dry scales.
Zone day famous music director put
up at the Hotel de France. Would he
listen to her playing? Yes.
"She sat in her usual place in the or
chestra all the evening, and then, near
midnight, with her violin under her arm,
called mt the Hotel de France. The great
artist had been treated to banquet, and
was still sitting in the dining room.
There were goblets and champagne
glasses on the table, and, after talking
about music for few moments, he took
fork, and, gently tapping on wine-
| glass, asked what note it was. 1t was E.
And this one? A. And this one? ID.
And 80 on. He was greatly pleased with
the experiment, and said he would hear
her play. Only, you must mind, don't
like false notes.
az never give 'em, SIR
"He laughed, and she began to play.
She was a bold, sturdy player, and as
tonished the director with the graceful
sweep of her small arm. At the clio se
he cOmpiimented her in cordial man.
ner, and hoped she would go on with
her studies. ooh she would; she
-, Ixy
"The first real piece was grand oc-
casion. She Played it through hundreds
of times. Hours were spent over one
note. A week on single page. One
passage she could not get right forty
seven times she played it before her
master would let her off. No matter,
she must play it right if it took all day
Tears dropped on her violin, the master
was still more enraged. At last she did
it right, played it over several times,
went home, and never played it wrong
again in her life.
Sat last there was to be n grand con-
cert-something quite out of the COM
mon course and it was deci led to bring
out this young musician with her Won
derful violin playing. The italian OPP
era, the French opera, the dramatic
corps, all the grand families, every mu-
stefan in that old city, bought ticket.
The concert began and went on.
The orchestra played, and the artists
sang, and then there was little rustic
and hush of expectation rs they brought
III a box for the child to stand upon SO
that all could see her.
And then n slight, blue-eyed girl, in
white dress, white satin shoes and u
pink sash appeared.
AT the piano sat her teacher, and
her father stood by her side to turn the
leaves of her music.
But moment before she had been
carried away with the pink sash and
dainty satin shoes now she put the vi
olin to her shoulder, and stood ready to
play.
1.-The tone came, strong, full and
true. The notes were in exact time.
The people were hushed to painful
silence. In his excitement the father
turned two leaves-the small player in
clined her head, and in a pretty, lisp
ing whisper said, You have turned two
pages, papa. The page was turned
beck without pause, and the music
went on. It was brilliant rendering OF
u most difficult composition.
" 1t seemed as If the great musicians,
the painters and the people en- naasse
never would stop clapping and cheering.
The leader of orchestra offered, in the
name of all the musicians, to crown her
young head with wreath Of roses. The
attempt was amusing-the wreath
slipped over her shoulders, and fell to
the floor, and there she stood in the
midst of it.
"Then they brought wonderful Par
is doll, and set her quite wild with JOY
by presenting it to her.
"With the doll under one arm and
the violin under the other, she bowed
her thanks from the middle of the
wreath.
"Then they cheered again and
laughed and stormed her with flowers. "
Mrs. Gordon paused. Madge and her
associates were on their feet.
81 am glad you told us-we cannot
guess-only, mania, great genius
would not have had to do all this, said
Madge.
"Only genius would have been pa
tient-in other words, patience and con-
slant drill give genius wings" answered
Mrs. Gordon.
Tell us, please, and we will practice
| like her, without any more words" came
frankly.
Camilla Urso," answered Mrs. Cor
don. - Vide AaDake.
Ice Water.
t. rouoroor yU;lI;or, pross of Cl,;