Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-12-14

the aria. 'Knowest Thou the Land
MISS Abbott held the audience SPELL
bound until the last notes were driven up
the aisle, and then the applause pealed
forth aud encore after encore was de-.
manded'
Pretty good business kiss that" re-
marked the reporter, approvingly, and
mus encouraged the charming operate
artlste gently famed the tenor's curls,
barely touching them with her lips, but
at the same time throwing her head back,
clasping her lovely arms around his shout.
ders and staring at the ceiling as though
she expected il TO fall.
THAT'S an ordinary kiss. use that in
taking leave ofthe fatherly old basso. For
long-lost brother l use the same kiss,
only instead of looking upward bury my
face In his coat collar"
EXCUSE me, but don't care to see any
more OF those ordinary kisses. I'd like
TO see the real Emma Abbott kiss-the one
we hear about. The one the tenor gets
when all the trials and troubles OF love
nave been sung away; when the old man
relents and the wicked rival is side
tracked at Omaha, while the Abbott
Combination is booming on to Denver
Not the half coy kiss that 'Marguerite,' in
the awakening of her maldep's heart of the
first delight of love, bestows on Faust,
but the unreserved OSCILLATION that con-
cludes the arrangement to skip from the
balcony by knotted sheet and hunt up 9
justice of the peace" said the reporter.
The tenOr's face twitched nervously
he braced himselfin his seat, leaned his
mead back and backed his chair against
the wall to prepare for the rush.
"1 on want to see my best kiss? The
real simon pure, unadulterated article,
my Ella Wheeler kisss Fifty dollars each,
In elegant, satin-lined, oXidzed silver
cases, red foil capsules, and none genuine
without the Emma Abbott blown into
the bottle. Look for the signature on the
cork, and beware OF counterfeits," said
the charming lyric artistic galty, 'Well,
here goes"
The tenor dug his heels in the carpet
for purchase, gripped the arms of the
chair and then, with whirl of drapery
and flash OF rounded arms, Emma had
thrown her head on the lapel of his coat
Nothing was visible to the reporter ex-
cept the tenOr's hands, rigidly grasping
the chair arms and Emma's handsome
form. The round head, surmounted with
mass of curling hair, was flying around
as though Emma was hunting for a lost
diamond In the tenor's shirt collar. Once
the tenor gasped for breath, and then the
search was prosecuted, with renewed
Vigor. At last the kiss was over, leaving
the reporter little wiser than before, only
thankful that he was not the tenor. " hen
the tenors head reappeared, no one could
have recognized the handsome ''Man-
rico" A huge red, glowing spot covered
the entire face. The right ear was gone,
and of the left but a stump remained. The
chin was torn and abraded and the shirt
collar but limp rag, and one coat lapel
looked as il it had gone through fire and
water. When the fair singer had recov-
cred her breath, she smilingly asked the
reporter what he thought of it. He admit
ted that it was a most comprehensive
affair ana entirely satisfactory to him, if
1t was bit hard on the tenor.
YES" said Emma, musingly; They
don't last long, poor fellows. l am COM
PEELED to have four tenors on hand all the
time. They can't stand it more than one
or two nights week. Some silly fellow
started the story that l was too modest
to play 81 Trovatore'-all nom
sense. There's nothing immodest about
the part, but the fact is the tenors can't
stand it. They fear my TrovatOre kiss,
and every time Pve had the opera billed
every tenor in the troup has been caught
padding around in bare feet on purpose to
catch cold. So at last l decided to eX-
punge the opera from my repertoire"
"Have you any special kiss for inter-
viewers?" asked the reporter, getting
ready to leave.
What followed Is none of the public's
business. If anyone wants to find out
about Emma's interviewers' kiss. let
him take out a policy on his life, hunt a
job on some newspaper and try for him
self