New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1882-07-16

| buckler from the world I; hold her safe from its
| great storms and petty miseries alike; give her
which ' would S that aching void she called her
life. Would the bargain be 80 UNEQUAL aiser al
Some remnant Of soul, that Heinrich Brenck had
left me unawares rose An me az tne sor ;usi
second of time; and then. raising my eyes ~ 10
impulse of my own, l saw before mo heinrich
Brenck himself
| He started back with quick gesture OF bis hand
to his bosom. as he saw my face, with the mo'ion "a
one who seeks hidden weapon. But ere No couio
| draw 1t my hands at his throat. go
'Fiend devil! Give me back my SOUL
He wrthed himself free, and turning, darted IRON
me. following. vehicle, driven at almost racing
| speed came dashing by; and. with one snrili cIy
he dved beneath the belly OF the moving horse, ana
was gone into the darkness.
The night of the first representation of La Fee du
| Bots came at last, following day OF suen ana
depressing heat. The house was literally cranlmed
to suifOcation full from floor to celing-pit, boxes
| and gallery The whole complicated machinery OF
modern advertising had been dexterously used to OBJ
tain for the new piece, and>the as yet unknown ar
lists who filled its leading parts favorable nearing
and all that Paris held of wealth and fashion was
contained that night within the walls OF the Opera
Parise9ne Inc piece was mou n;sss as md Sp svery
detail had been superintendent with jealous care uy
| the argns-eyed manager Both that gentleman anu
Scarlati awaited the rising OF the cHrtain win an
ll-concealed anxiety but Voney. to my utter sur
| prise was as calm and unmoved as II nothing un-
usual had been on foot. His sublime egoLlsin TO
|
indeed, of anyt hing but o trlumpnant anu over-
whelming success, for any piece OF winch nc was
The day. as have said, had been hot ana sullen,
| full of the threats of coming storm, and as tue
curtain upon the opening chorus oil the nrst ac,
the premonitory growl of distant thunder mingled
| with and ali.druwned the voices of the singers
| The tempest gathered with frigbtful rapldity;
Fierce and last the furious rain beat on the rooi OF
the theatre, and frequent flashes, which seemed 10
penetrate into the house. and paed the iustre on
| the gas, were followed by deafenng roars Oh the
celestial artillery. But at the opening OF my nrst
| solo, the storm had apparently ceased, and sang
| amid an utter Stiffness that seemed oppres-
sive after the terrific saturnalia of the elements.
AS my voice died away, the thunder crashed out
| again overhead, and was answered and ecnpseu Dy
| such burst of ecstatic applause as nau never
| sounded in those walls before. And again the
thunder dropped and after 1t the roar of woes and
he oppressive silence reigned again. as La rec du
| BoIs rose in answer to my invocation. her voice;
soft and low at first rose on the dead SUI ness vi
| the air. and earth and heaven seemed to listen as
she sang and then burst in sim 1ltaneous applause,
human and divine, as her song tremDiea Ihto
| silence. The fash that heralded the tnunuer
| seemed for a moment to envelOp me, and stag.
! gered, blind and dizzy, torn by some strange ana
sudden anguish that my pen has no magic 10 ue-
| scribe. But the warning note struck on my ear,
and gathered myself together aud sang as no man
ever sang before. | saw the white face OF Scariati
at the wing and the fiery eyes OF Volney regardlng
| me with half-frightened wonder. and before me
| beyond the foOtlights, the human sea. Knew not
| what had happened; l dared not pause to THINK.
| sang on my voice dominating the thunder from
without as trnmpet-bast rings through the tramp
Of cavalry Higher and higher and higher l scared,
until, like one man, the audience rose ~ me, anu
| answered with roar as though whole Niagara
| had been set free. And then, with slckening
| lurch swOoned and fell.
| Mon Dieu c'est Brenckp The words came to
my ears through the blood that sang in them. and
| stung me into life.
You know him r 1t was the voice Oh tne HAIL
| ager which asked the question.
YES knew him in Munich years ago. He was
| a dealer.
| "A deaer7 In whatY WV
| .Eh, what do | knowf He was dealer. What
matter of what He will buy and sell no more:
| staggered from the seat on which | sat. There
| was q group of men and women bending over
| dark object on the floor. Joined them.
There is no hope asked another voice.
'Fopep said the doctor. rising from bis knees:
| The man is burnt to q cinder. Cover his face IL
| is all over
They oDeyed. But ere they did so, saw the face,
and it was the face of Heinrich Brenck. My soul
had returned to me in that great flash which had
destroyed HIM. ~,
NV tale is told and is for you to believe or disbe-
lieye at your pleasure. And little Elsie writes
for me. her mother guiding the pen.-rlinsley's
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