The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1882-07-08

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Duprez, for it was no other, felt
something like pang of modification
at this check to the hopes of triumph
he had just been INDUCING.
You mean Nourrit, no doubt. Well.
well, Luigi, you are not much of a
judge, / see, and you will soon find
the Partisan public have a different
appreciation from yours"
mo, no, sigLor, M. Nourrit de-
serves his fame, but he is not fit to
black the shoes of my tenor. You
have only to form your own opinion
of him.
But here poor Luigi was inter.
rupted in the midst of his gossip ty a
loud call. Coming, coming" roared
he in theanost unmusical accents, and
Duprez was once more alone.
Have | then in France an I'M
known rival ~ said he, "Impossiblei
l will, and must discard the idea.
What can fellow like that know
about it? He has nista ken some am
bilious pretender for a star" And
dismissing the unweleome thought,
he went quietly to bed.
All of sudden, in the middle of the
night, he was awakened by a sound
which appeared to him like some en-
chantment. He sat up and listened.
He could scarcely believe he was not
under the influence of some vivid
dream, for one of the most thrilling
voices he had ever heard was intonine,
with an exp1 ession impossible to de-
scribe, the very air he had 0een prac-
ticing; and he followed, with mingled
rapture and despair, the well-known
words, "a ,ile h ereditaire."
The quality and sweetness of tone
seemed to our artist something more
than human. Who could this invisi-
BILE warbler be? "How," exclaimed
he, latter hearing such a rendering as
that, can [ ever attempt that melody
again? Never again shall be salts
fed with myself. I ana almost
tempted to abandon the joy of my life,
and renOunce my cherished profession
for it is in vain to dream I can ever
approach anything so matchless.
Luigi was right enough. ! proclaim
my allegiance-th indeed, whoever
be may be, he is king of tenors. And
the Inundated artist stretched his ear
for another strain. But he waited
long, and waited in vain. The sweet
sounds were hushed, and profound
silence resumed her sway.
Early the next morning Duprez
arose. He walked out into the corTi-
dor and looked for the door of the room
whence the magic sounds had pro-
ceeded. He fixed on one he thought
it must he. He knocked no reply.
The key was in the lock ; he opened
t1e door, but his CONSERVATION was
complete. All was in complete order,
the Ted was made, the chairs were
placed against the wall, the table was
cleared.
"How can this be ?" cried Duprez,
disapp ointed. ''Is there no one
here?'
What are you seeking, Signor
Duprez ?" exclaimed the little porter,
who was picking up the shoes and
boots in the passage.
II am seeking the nocturnal singer
you told me of, and whom 1 heard
last night"
"Ah, see, he's gone. He was only
in Paris for couple of days"
And whittier is he gomez"
ITO London, Signor.n
"Aud when does he return ?n asked
Duprez, anxiously.
"At the end of the London season.
But it seems he too overheard you,
and he has left his card for you with a
message to say he was sorry to go with
cut having the l5asure of makiag
your acquaintance"
His card ?" cried the tenor, who,
at the news of the departure of his
rival, felt as if mountain had been
removed from him, ''give it to me,
that I may learn whom I have had
to do with"
Luigi extended his hand and
placed before the eyes of Duprez a
small enameled card, on which was
inscribed the name Of Campanini.