The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1888-06-02
SONG OF THE SWAN.
Translated from the French of
Georges Ohnet for The
Chicago Herald.
II.--CoNTINuEp.


The fair haired Viennoise dotted on
this handsome boy whose hair was
dark as the night. Stenio was the
spoiled child Of the Austrian capital,
but he carried the weight of his happy
fortune with incredible ease and equa-
nimity. Never in his life did he give
himself the airs of parvenu. With
out apparent effort he proved himself
the equal OF the greatest lords, and
held his head up with the grandest
archdukes. Ire spent money as easily
as he earned it, The needy never
found him empty-handed. But when
great prince of finance begged him
TO play In his salons his demands were
not small. A great man in his own
country-which Is rare-Stenio under
took the conquest OF Europe, and went
TO France, where one after another the
great vertuosi try their talent on that
unique touchstone called the Partisan
public. Fantastic and nervous, easy
70 infatuate or disgust, but vibrating
always with irresistible sincerity as
soon as 1t was brought into contact
with true, artistic nature, this public
went wild over MarackZy. The first
time that, at the Cirque Olivier, &C
companied at the piano by Plante, he
played his great "Marche DIES Hon.
veds," there was an indescribable
movement at the end of the piece,
during which the whole house was on
its feet stamping and clapping hands
as II delirious. The success of the
Hungarian virtuoso was instantaneous
and amazing. Certain newspapers,
moved by envy, risked some venomous
criticisms. But Stenio was soaring too
high for these malicious attacks TO
reach him. The slime of the wicked
tainted not a single flower of his
crowns. He was triumphant and
happy. For ten years, young, hand
some, rich, feted, he had travelled over
Europe TO the sound of applause,
scattering melodies like pearls on his
way, and making the fortunes of inn
presarios and managers. During each
year, toward the month of July, he
had disappeared, and, until the month
of October no one had heard the di-
vine tones of his violin. Like fall
ing star, which traces bright furrow
across the sky and plunges suddenly
into darkness, the great artist in the
midst of his triumphant tour departed
without leaving sign behind.
And while the reporters taxed their
wits TO invent stories describing his
pretended retreat, Stenio, shut up on a
little farm that he had purchased from
his father, forgot his fatigues, and near
the old master of the chapel became a
boy again. No more passionate improy-
isitations; no more dreams translated
by strokes OF violin bow-the sooth-
ing study of the masters. Marackzy
fell docilely under the rule OF his faith
er, and passed his evenings In inter
preting Mozart, Beethoven and Weber,
refreshing his ardent soul at the pure
strings of ideal inspiration.
IL was touching TO see this sublime
artist, treated like "a sholar by the old
man, patiently begin again a passage
whose execution had appeared defec.
tive, and make celestial music for the
old furniture of the mansion. for the
climbing roses at the window, for the
birds of the garden that the infatuated
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knees TO hear. Then, the autumn APP
preaching, he reappeared at Vienna,
and resumed his artistic tours of the
continent.
Full Of honors, rich In glory and
money, he had reached his thirtieth
year with brow unclouded by dis
appointment or sorrow. IL was then
that, yielding TO the solicitations OF
the celebrated Manager Burnstett. he
decided TO cross the ocean and play In
America.
He expressed the desire, however, to
make stop of a few weeks in Eng
land. The Prince de GALES, one OF his
warmest admirers, had invited him TO
his hunting box In Scotland. But the
Prince first desired TO offer TO the
Queen the pleasure Of hearing this un-
rivaled virtuoso.
The fete took place at Windsor. On
ly a small number OF invitations had
been issued. and the most absurd
lengths had been resorted 10 In order
10 be counted among the elect. When
Stenio entered the salon, his violin In
his hand. a murmur rose from the no
BILE women grouped around their SOW
ereign. He smiled without raising his
ewes. and. striking light tap with his