The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-03-18

The Famous German Musician Now Playing
the Part of Lady-Kilier.
Adolf Houssaye's Paris etter,
DR.. Hans Won Bulow. the famous German
musician, is. / suppose, well remembered in
America While unquestionably a great must
clan. he has made himself unenviably notorious
by his mad ontbursts OF s4mper and other
centrcities. Indeed, for years past the public
has come to expect. matter of course. some
sensational scene whenever he appears before
them. Latterly he has been playing the part of
a lady-killer. Though his head is bald and
his face wrinkled with age. he oges and
smirks at every pretty woman In the audience.
blows kisses from his fnger-tps. and whenever
he speaks in public fails rot to declare. with his
hand his heart. that all the inspiration of his
playing comes from the love-litten eyes of the
objects of his alteration. Such conduct does not
increase ones admiration of him. But there
incident of another kind at Berlin, the
other evening. which has for him great
praise, and which makes the public forget every
fault of which he has ever been guilty. Ii was
at one of the great Philharmonic concerts. There
unusually large and brilliant audience,
including several royal personages. The most
attractive feature of the programme the
solo violin playing of young lady who is known
as rarely gifted artist. The early part OF the
programme executed, but when 1t came
time for the vlolnlst to appear the announce
ment was made that she had been suddenly
taken i'll and could not appear AS half the
audience had come for the express purpose of
hearing her, the disappointment was great.
murmur OF regret aud almost of anger
through the house. Then an elderly gentleman,
VINO naU DGeu S1tblng uluOLlceQ In parQuetUo
seat arose and made his way towards the stage.
At first he not recognized. and everyone
looked to what he about Thsn some
one exclaimed. 'Whv, it's Won Bulow!"
and the entire audience burst into ap-
planse. though without knowing why. No one
had any idea what he going to do. Most of
them expected that he would make a violent
scene of some sort. But he strobe on towards
the stage, waving one hand above his head and
blowing kisses to the ladies from the other.
Reaching the stage. he looked deprecatingly
downward at his clothes. He was not in evening
costume, but wore a Short roundabout sack coat
jacket. He lifted the short skirts of this
with his hands. shrugged his shoulders depre-
catingly. and then, without a word, sat down at
the piano. The audience quiet. The
musicians in the orchestra laid down their
instruments. Then he began The piece
chosen was great concerto of Beethoven For
three quarters of an hour he played as one in
spred II was remarked that ever heard
him play well before. Some declared that
neither List nor Rubenstein had ever su passed
it Certainly. it more than atoned for the alb
sence of the vioiinist. The great concerto ended
he rose and hurried unceremoniously from the
stage back TO lis seat in the parquette while the
house literally trent led with applause. He sat
down, and looked about though expecting the
orchestra go with the remainder of the
programme. But, The conductor rose
looked about, and exclaimed: s'After the master
has spoken what more is there to be saidQr And
the concert ended