The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-02-17
A SHORT-LIVED TRIUMPH.

The grand opera house at Newton was
crowded from the undesirable situations
Immediately behind the orchestral stand
up TO the still less desirable quarters, to
he secured for triiiing sum in the lofty
elevation OF the fifth gallery; that gal
lery built and reserved in ante Jcllbpq
days for the slaves who attended their
masters hither, but now only peopled.
when in the attraction Of popular favor
lite or rising star it was peopled at all
by the slaves OF that harshest most Sc
we're OF all masters-impecuniosity.
The parquette and dress circle held.
as usual, representatives of the wealthy,
more cultivated and richly dressed in
habitants Of the city, most Of whom had
come here, as they went elsewhere,
merely to vile away an idle hour. and
were as YEARLY indifferent to the
throbbing heart-pulses of the exquisite
melodies as they were to all else in life,
except their own qualification.
But in the less aristocratic, lower
priced positions, an oddly contrasting
class, to these spoiled children, nauseat-
ed with their own good fortune, had to-
night found its way. Men to whom the
price of this evening indulgence meant
day of hard, uninterrupted labor, wo-
men TO whom these short two hours of
respite from care and worry. in novel
surroundings and under the exciting in
fiuence of the musical strains was rev.
citation, an episode to be remembered
through all the coming years, and al
luded to as, THAT evening when |
went to the opera house,: and half
grown youths and maidens to whom the
whole seemed like poetical dream
OF fairy land, from which they must
soon awaken to the dull prose Of their
daily lives, with only a fierce resolution
beating itself into heart and brain, to get
back into this blissful life, to do some
thing, to be somebody
These members Of the middle class.
men, women and children. who in intel
leet and nature were on par with their
richer, highly-fayored fellow mortals in
the upper seats at this wondrous BAN
9uet OF sound, but who had been crush
ed and bent to lower level by the iron
heel of poverty, had drunk in the music
al strains from the first low notes Of the
orchestral selection, down through the
intervening numbers on the delicately
scented programme, with an unquench-
able, eyer-increasing thirst, until row.
as the third number from the close was
at hand, their excitement reached its
elimination, and forgetting all their
trouble and pain, they glanced first at
each other with smiling lips and flush
ed, radiant faces, and then back 10 the
stage with eager, expectant eyes to
watch for the first appearing Of the
evenings deJhtdnte--the young violin
list.
And then she came-a radiant vision.
In sheeny silk and flutterinr, cloudy
lace, this girl who had dwelt amongthes
poor, Woodworking people-now watch
ing her with such breathless interest.
since the early days Of her childhood,
whose sunny face and CHEEKY laughter
had been to them all, in their distress,
as the sun own cloud dispensing beams;
whose wonderful music had SO often
poured forth for them, now q merry
roundelay to heighten the mirth Of we'd
ding or festival; now soft, nournfnl
strain to carry balm to grieying soul: or
again, grooming lullaby TO still the
sobbings Of some fretful child.
sour musician" they had called her.
with evident pride in the possession,
since the time when the small hands had
first drawn the slumbering harmony
from her fathers priceless instrument
and had watched the budding genius as
IT put forth leaf after leaf, forming the
gracious flower that now could give de-
light TO all who gazed upon it.
All this had been the work Of time
however. More than fifteen years had
elapsed since the day when the father.
himself gifted German artist. madden
ed by Jealousy aud the unfaithfulness
and harsh criticisms of erstwhile friends.
bitter to death against rival yiolinist
whose fame soon threatened to eclipse
his own, and crushed by the loss Of his
young wife, had seized The two treasures
still left to him, his two-year old child
ana his vlon-and with them had fled
away from all old associations and buri.
ed himself in one of the obscure streets
OF an American city.
Here he had eked out scantv nit
tancc by teaching his mother tongue TO
those vino would learn and here he
trained his daughter, his one music pu-
pill for he steadily and obstnately refus.
ed to impart aught of his skin to Others
from the time the baby fingers could
clasp the bow; AND, in aiding her pro-
gress, had forgotten somewhat of bis
own trial
\, But the wound still ranked.
" '.Liebchen," he would say sometimes
70 Marguerite, as she carefullylada away
bis old violin, after hours of practice. 10
busy herself about household matters
"Licbchen, thou goest bravely. Only
Zee will tell thee secret. Some day
when thou playest to the great people
md the critics." and the old eyes would
ddsh witch scorn and the old voice trem-
be with bitterness, ''play not these in
Dpirntions Of the old masters. Make thy
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