The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-07-14

a veritable Helen, giving her beautiful
hand to this one and gracious word to
the other. Rush felt like throwing him.
self at her feet, or Qike another Paris
bearing her off in his arms. He watched
the men as they talked and laughed with
her, until he was beside himself with
jealousy. He recognized West Hastings
at once, having seen him at the stage
door the week before, and felt certain
that the confidence of his manner in I'D
| dressing the prima donna was the as
surance of proprietorship. Uncle Light
foot Myers came rushing in, his gray
hair matted on his brow, and the per-
spiration running down his Aorid cheeks.
II deserve kiss, my dear, for what
I've done for you tonight" he exclaim-
ed. 1.-TWO pairs of gloves split into
shreds, my collar wilted, and my voice
all gone shouting 'Brava!' Come, now,
where is my reward?"
Your reward is in the consciousness
of having done good deed" answered
the singer, gayly, giving him her hand,
which he kissed with old fashioned gal
lantry.
"Ah, Uncle Lightfoot," said MHs.
Dick Griswold, you are too young
man to be claiming an old mans
privileges"
"NonsenseI nonsense!" said Uncle
Lightfoot, Strengthening his necktie and
looking as pleased as Punch. "rm old
enough to be Helen's father"
He was really old enough to be her
grandfather; but it would have been a
cruel person who could tell him so.
Men and women came crowding in
and out of the prima donna's room, but
Rush noticed that West Hastings stood
his ground and showed no signs of go
ing, and he also noticed that he stopped
down now and then and whispered some
words in the singers ear which seemed
to give her good deal of pleasure, for
she would raise her eyes to his with a
look that Rush would have died for
He didn't know then that woman,
particularly prima donna, may look
everything and mean nothing. Finally
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the manager entered the room, followed
by somewhat seedy looking young
man with keen bright eyes and well
shaped head. He whispered something
in Italian to Miss Knowlton. An ex-
preston of annoyance passed over her
face, but she was exceedingly polite
when the manager introduced Mr.. Ora
dy, of The Dawn, who begged that he
might ask her few questions.
The young man was evidently embar-
raised at meeting so many outsiders in
the room, and the prima donna, though
she was annoyed at the interview, was
most gracious in her manner, particu-
larly as she detected the ends of West
Hastings mustache turning scornfully
upward, and feared that the reporter also
might notice his sneer. Aunt Rebecca
would have taken the interviewer under
her protection at once, but she was strik-
ing for bigger game. She had the mu-
steal critic of The Daily Trumpet by the
ear, and was calling his critical attention
to the remarkable Torture added by her
niece to the grand aria. Rush recognized
in the reporter one of the men he had
seen at the Office of The Dawn, and he
listened attentively to learn how the
process of interviewing" was carried on.
How were you pleased with your re-
ception, Miss Knowlton?" the reporter
inquired.
II was delighted; nothing could have
been more cordial or more gratifying"
she answered.
SIS the music of the opera pleasing to
singT"
Thoroughly so. It does not strain
the voice, yet it displays its best quail
ties"
"What impressed you most in the per-
formance?"
II can tell you what impressed me the
most, Helen" exclaimed Mrs. Dick Girls |
void, bursting in upon the interview.
at was in the scene with Tartalli, when |
you took the poor old things hand and |
made her come down to the footlights. |
She hadn't done anything, to be sure,
but your manner in insisting rSH9n her |
sharing the applause with you W. beau
lllu1s IL d1IuOoO LllGt1O 1OI Ill |
though I never heard Tartalli in her
prime I know she used to be a favorite
singer, and / always feel the iveliest |
pity for favorites who have outlived their
but who still have to keep be-
fore the public to earn their bread and |
butter. Put that in your paper, my dear
sir, and you will have charming Incl
dent, ratified on the vivacious Mrs. Dick
The reporter thanked her and the
prima donna also, and bowed himself
out of the room, the manager following
at his elbow. 1.-THE poor fellow didn't
get much material for an interview
there" thought Rush. "He'n have to
make his excuses to the city editor to-
night" The talking was resumed in the
dressing room, but only in the shape of
good nights. West Hastings said some
thing to Uncle Lightfoot in an under
tone, and the old beau put Mrs. Girls
wolds arm through his. I'll take you
home, Mrs. Dick; and, if it isn't too late,
I'll stop and have rubber with that lazy
Dick of yours, who, I'll wager, is toast
ing his toes and reading the stock mar
ket reports before the fire."
"Tn gladly accept your invitation,
Uncle Lightfoot, and we'll leave West to
Helen's tender mercies. Will you take
good care of him, Helen, and keep him
put of mischief?' said Mrs. Dick.
''If that be possible, replied the prima
lonna, smiling. "But in the mean time
[ shall have to ask him to take a seat in