The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1884-02-28

TAI StarNiug IN a Berln garnet; out
Carl had all the pride and self-con-
fidence Of youth OF twenty To him
the futureswa roseate, and fame a goal
to be swiftly and surely reached. Fail!
He knew not the word.
The grand prize for composition was
the talk of the art world and OF Ber-
lin s Bohemia.
Fuselli had heard -sluch of the hopes
and fears felt by young aspirants who
had already sent to the judges their
scores, signed only with names that
would hide their identity. For himself
Giuseppe felt but Iittle-interest in the
contest He had given up the strife
long since; had folded his hands,
bowed his head, and said: The world
has been tQOnuch for me. l yield TO
fate; only-let me be a first violin.
Ambition to him was stided. He had
a pile of manuscripts in his closet, and
around them the spiders had woven
their webs and the dust had gathered
thickly.
Sometimes he looked at them and
said: ''Perhap5, after I am dead, they
may he heard, and then the name of
Fusclh shah be great after all" But
then, if hewere a first violin, he should
have food in plenty. Now he was very
often hungry. - --
L.Ottchen went with her Carl to the
gardens. The old musician remained
all day in his garnet, dreaming over his
music and his past.
When evening came he took his VIC
lin from the shelf, and walked toward
the opera house. The streets were still
crowded with the jewellers of the day;
some returning home; others prepar-
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pleasure far iutO the night Students
and Young soldiers, Who had taken
more wine than was good for them,
iostled one-aHo tl1er~ at the street cross
ings, and theI studentsI letter mingled
with the braze1i music OF the bands in
the city's many pleasure gardens.
A group Of students stood before the
entrance of a cafe, and, as Fuselli was
passing, one of them, tall, stalwart
fellow, seized him roughly by the arm
and eXclaimed:
Just what we were wishing for!
Now, Heinrich, you can give US. your
song and old Paganini here will play
for US. Come, comrades-a Jolly
chorusn
pardon, gentlemen. said Giuseppe,
liam on my way TO the Royal Opera
aud must take my place in the orches-
ira. Let me pass, if you please"
Bah. you old imbccile. Your stop
ping away would not greatly disappoint
the audience, L fancy. They have
Lucca and Wachtel tonight, and can
spare one fid5le scraper among so
many. Eth, comrades?"
Right Conradn' said another stu
dent. Come, old fellow, let us hear
what yOuca do. You play for us; we
ssi,,r ION 30, fO,.
vourself:n and his companions shouted
their approval.
But the old man still demonstrating
with his prosecutors, the student who
had first spoken became furious. Seiz-
ing Fuselli by the wrist, he wrenched
from him his violin, and threatening
him with it, cried: Then you and your
violin shall furnish music of another
sort. you old curmudgeon!'
II would have Jared i'll with Fuselli
and his violin; but the wanton student S
arm was seized by firm hand and a
resonant voice exclaimed:
For shame, Conrad Reichart! Look
at the man, he is three times your
age"'
"O OH Then he is a friend of yours,
Carl Werther,n reioined Reichart.
''Well, very likely, he is surly enough.
But shall do as 1 like with the old
vagrant. Curse your interferencer'
:" You will do him no harm, l sayr'
said Carl The old man has claimed
projection of me, and depend upon it,
he shall have il. y .. ri
The infuriated student released the
trembling Giuseppe and turned upon
Carl. Then you know what to ex-
poet" he said, grimly. You do not
look like n coward, though you are an
insolent mcddler. You viii fight, ]
.supposee''-
am not Il coward. You know we'll that
fOE me to fight with YOU, the best
swordsman in Berlin, is like running to
meet death. Still l am not afraid to
stand before your sword. l will meet
! YOU at twelve tonight lust outside the
/ Thier-gartcn; YOU know the place"
Good exclaimed Conrad Reichart;
and Carl, taking Fusclli' s.arm, walked
| hastily toward the opera-house.
Carl, in common with all German
students, had had practice in fencing
/ and in saber exercise. He had even
/ taken part in two or three encounters,
/ where the results had not been serious
, but he was no match for an accom-
\ plished swordsman and marksman such
| as he knew his challenger 10 be.
| No sooner was the opera over than he
| fastened To the home of, his L0ttchen.
| 1t was very late; but when he called to
I her window that he had been summoned
upon Journey, and must go before
sunrise, she came to the housc-door,
\ and. with many tears and entrcaties to
return very soon, babe him farewell
Then Carl turned his steps in the di-
lrcctiou of the Thier-garten. A dark
\ form emerged from a doorway and fol.
/ lowed him at little distance among
u the shadows of the silent street.
/ 1t was Giuseppe Fuselli who had deter
mined, come what might, not to lose
sight of his protector.
An hour later the short struggle wa.
/ over, and FuseIli was bending over the
PROSTATE form of his friend, who was
\ bleeding from a terrible wound in the
head. Keep this from Lottchenr
murmured the young man. "She thinks
me gone to Heidelberg"
I The old musician summoned assist
ance and Carl was carried to his lodg-
7 ings. They were poor apartments, but
palatial compared to Giuscppe's miser
able home. The first few DAYS Car
was delerious and raved of his Lott
chen, his quarrel with Conrad Rcichart,
but most of all of his composition which
was to win the grand prize. Fuse!li
watched by the young man $ bedside
and sighed as be listened to his rawlings
( of fame and the future. No one knew
the emptiness of bright dreams better
( than Giuseppe.
The time hung heavy upon the watch
\ or's hands, and rs he looked about him he
saw Carl's manuscripts upon the table
. inviting the inspection of a brother
musician. He looked them through
with critical eye-songs, caprices,
] 1l1rc-nLLE he sn-on. the scora of Carl,