Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-02-25
Talts aud Sketthfs.
REVENGE.
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"Wait," she said, "let me sing some
thing for you; want to know if you think
could earn a subsistence with my voice. u
With a few preliminary chords she sang
with great expression. "Home sweet
home" The Signor listened breathless-
". She began the second verse.
An exile from home. splendor dazzles
in vain, as the recollection of the dear old
home and the mother she had lost came
back to her; she burst into tears, and her
head sank on the key board. De Sanza
was deeply moved. He went over to her
and placing his hand kindly on the bowed
head, he said. earnestly:
"Signorina, let me be your friend !;
come and make your home with MS.
know my daughter will be delighted to
have a companion about her own age, and
in FIVE years YOU will make your fortune
with that magnificent voice. You have
one of the finest voices have ever heard
in America"
"You can make my fortune in five
years." she repeated. "Are you sure3"
GAS sure" he answered, ''as that you
and are in this room; that is of course,
if you will put yourself entirely under
my management"
A glad look crept into the weary black
eyes; slight color into the pale, thin
cheeks. as she repeated over and over
again to herself "a fortune in live years
it is long time but can afford to wait "
Then turning to de Sanza, she laid her
hand in his, and said:
"Signor, agree to the terms gladly 4;
ONLY let me win fame and fortune
PAID BACK IN HIS OWN Com.
You must 90 to the opera, tonight,
Guy; don't believe you have heard Vio-
la de Sanza yet; all New York is praising
her."
Guy Travers has Just returned from a
three years. tour on the Continent. He
has forgotten all about the little episode
in Virginia five years ago. In looks he
has not altered one iota since we saw him
last; he is the same handsome, careless
fellow he ever was, and all his dear
friends are glad to welcome him home
again.
"Who is she. this Viola de Sanza," he
asked in careless tone; 81 do not re-
member hearing of her abroad"
mo-" answered his friend, "she is a
new star just from Italy, | believe. Her
father or uncle IS her manager; and a
deuced old boy he is, too, can tell you
won't let fellow look at her off the stage,
much less, speak to her."
"All right" said Guy. "I'll 60 with
you, and see your divinity"
That night the opera house was crowed
to excess. and Guy Travers seemed more
eager than the crowd for the curtain to
rise. At last amid deafening applause it
slowly rose, so slowly that Guy thought
it would be allnight ere he saw this bright,
particular star. and when at last she step
ped forward in all her regal beauty, she
was wildly applauded, and Guy Travers,
as he looked at the graceful, rounded fig
ure, the dimpled, white arms, the small,
shapely hands and the glorious black hair.
piled high on the proud head, little thought
that this queenly woman was the girl with
whom he had trifled so heartlessly five
years ago.
Her eyes wandered over the sea of faces,
until they met those of Guy Travers then
the swift color rushed over the lovely face.
dyeng cheeks, brow and throat deep
crimson. All that night she seemed to
sing to him only; again and again her
eyes met his with an expression sometimes
so pathetic, sometimes so pleading. then
so saucy, that he was nearly crazed. He
listened entranced to the rich tones of that
powerful, melodious voice, which could
bring tears from eyes unaccustomed to
weep. Then again her voice like bird
in its flight would rise higher and higher,
until its music was lost in the distance
and in his heart he made silent VOW that
he would move heaven and earth to win
that peerless creature for his wife.
The opera over, Jack Mordaunt, ESQ ,
presented himself at the side-door and sent
in his card, asking permission to intro
duce to the Signorina his friend, Guy
Travers. The Signorina sent out her re-
grets, but would be unable to see either
gentleman that night. Night after night
they received the same answer. Signorina
was very sorry, but she was too fatigued.
For three weeks Guy Travers was the
first to enter the opera house and the last
to leave it,and although his friends would
often chaff him about being hard hit, and
remark his worn and haggard face, he
was not the man TO give up whilst there
was the faintest shadow of chance to
win. On Viola de Sanza he had staked
his all, though it was reported that she
was the betrothed bride of Sir Maurice
Conway. a wealthy English baronet.
At last, however, fortune favored him.
At a grand party to which he was invited,
he met her and was supremely happy.
She said she was delighted to meet him,
she had seen him so often at the Opera
House, but of course she did not know he
was the Mr.. Travers whom Mr.. Mordaunt
wished to present, and was so sweet and
gracious that he was more infatuated than
ever.
The day she had longed for had come
at last; for more than five years she had
waited, and now she could pay him back
in his own coin. She invited him to call
on her whenever he had nothing else to
do she would always make him welcome.
After this he was always near her; he
walked with her. drove with her. and for
three months was her devoted slave. Dur
ing this time he often saw Sir Maurice,
but as Viola did not seem to notice him
much, he did not consider him rival.
One evening he told her how dear she
was to him how he worshipped her. and
how. lift would serve her, he would gladly
lay down his life for her dear sake.
He was kneeling at her feet and as she
looked down on bis handsome, passionate
face and dark, love-lit eyes, she laid her
small, white hand on his head and asked
him lightly if he had ever loved woman
before he met her
He took the dimpled hand and smoth.
cred it with kisses then ha ansuorod