San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-12-31

THAT the ordinary repertoire of operas
may fail to afford Mile. Mariana an ade-
quate opportunity for the manifestation
of her powers. While yielding to none
in our reverence and admiration for the
operate productions of the great COM
posers, from Mozart to Wagner, we may
be permitted to wish that some new work
might be forthcoming, essentially mod
ern liz its scope and quality, and thereby
answering more completely to the re-
quirements Of modern culture 1t would
indeed be a matter of congratulation
were such work to claim an American
originr
Those who knew the authorship of
this article made merry over the perora-
ton, and inquired archly whether Bar
clyffe had at last found somebody capa-
BILE of approaching his musical accom-
plishments But By the majority it was
accepted with becoming docility; and
the impresario, it is needless to say,
was enchanted with it. The illusions
to the Marana's familiarity with the
stage were especially grateful to him.
I'm just tell you how it is, he said to
Jocelyn; you play off little game on
the public, and you feel nervous because
there's one or two weak points in it.
Well, sir, by Jupiter! those weak points
are just the very ones the public swal-
lows the quickest. Now, here's this girl
she can sing; we all know that; but
she's born American, and she's never
been on the stage. Well, sir, there wasS
old Lucretia March at the dinner, whos
sid she could hardly understand her ont
account of her Russian accent: and nowI
Barclyffe comes out and swears she mustt
have been born behind the footlightslS
The next thing'll be we shall have somel
woman turning up and vowing the5
Mariana has run off with her husband
and hundred thousand dollars"
Are you aware, Moses" inquired his
| friend, ''that Wallie Dinsmore has seem
the real woman in Vienna, and knows
this one to be fraud?'
The general set down the cocktail with
which he was about to celebrate his good
fortune. "Are you lying, or what's tho
natter" he demanded brusquely.
II had it from the man himself, yotf
old BLACKBOARD" rejoined the other com
| posedly.
"Does he know who this one is::'
| "If he doesn't he probably will befor@|
long"
The general reflected. AT last he said
"Well, amt scared What should Id
make a row for? 1t amt going to hur
him, and what's more, he's taken up thu
girl himself. 1t may tickle him to find
out the facts, but he amt fellow t.
talk. If it was you, now, ] might wan
to buy you OFF; but he's another sort.
And Gen. lingo tossed off his cocktail
with renewed serenity.
| "Tn bet You you're mistaken sai{
Jocelyn.
81 don't bet with you, my goo
friend" replied the impresario, shall
ing his head and chuckling sardouical
"rll tell you what will do. thong
he added, after a moment. He tod
from his pockets check book and
Mackinnon pen, and wrote a chez
which he showed to Jocelyn. 1t W;
$4,000, and was drawn to Jocelyn's o.
der.
"You can have that check" saI
lingo, land be lingering the bank not
in half an hour from now, on one cond
ton"
go on" said Jocelyn.
"On condition that you take yourse
out of the whole business, and leave
to deal with the girl direct. It's
damned shame, by Jupiter, that I'd
should be putting 80 per cent. of
money into your pocket every time S
sings, and making her think pay h
that much less than / do. I'll buy yd
out for $4,000, cash down, today, al
take the risk of her bursting up, al
everything else. I'm talking none
that's what I'm doing; and there it
Will you do itg'
"You may go to the devil!' said Jo(
Ign, pushing back the check book, thou
not without an effort. "Ill have you
know that moneys not the only thi
I'm after. I've got my own views abb
the girl, and I'll manage the business
own way"
The impresario detached the che
from the book, and having rolled it il
an allumette lit his cigar with
"That's all right" said he, crushing
bernt remnant under his foot, ..o
don't you talk to me no more about
ting! know man when clap
on him, and l know a woman, too,
guess you'll have time to grow toib
bigger rascal than you are before
rope in my prima donna. She's