The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-02-23


n 0nnne - DoceARux DetBeea . Great
xenor anA Great Rrfnee.
Ctnclnaxti Gszexte
ChevaIisr Gcoyel. u he Boston Ideals.
arrived Ct the Burnss house list night viii,
. maid and valet II there Was ever .
thst man Is Chevalier ScoveL In the first
pisee nature gave him voice which art
has cultivsted into wonderful tenor. II
you hear him tonight in Manrico you
viii agree that Owen Meredith. hearing
him sing that passionate DO Not Forget
Me- OF the last oct of -Trovasore' would
have written Of him instead Of Mario those
lines in Aux 1taliens:
20. fhax musics and o. the way
That voice rang out from The donion tower.
Non 81 seosdar al me.
Non q sc0rdar d me-"
Then fortnne gave him . wife such a.
few men have been able TO marry. Mrs
Scovei Is . sister of Theodore Roosevelt,
and her fortune is somewhat over . mill
lion But his lucky star seems to have
attended him through even the details of
life. In addition To his voice be is
naturally gifted with good looks he Is
tail. and bread. and muscular, his face is
handsome and his long dark hair. parted
in the center. sweeps hack over m intel
lectuaI forehead. Travel has given him
polish and a knowledge of other tongues
and other manners besides his native
American. Success has caused his face to
smile and his manner TO besray the salts
faction of eontented man.
~ af hr- he
saved the wife OF Marshal MaeMahon,
president of France. and how he thus
obtained the title of chevaiier. That act of
bravery nearly cost him his life. but again
his good fortune saved him. But the story
of his wonderful luck at cards is not so
well knoTn. He is one OF the few men
who have broken the bank At Monte
Carlo.
Ii Was during the sixteen days spent be-
tween Nice and Monte Carlo. IN the winter
of 1878. scovel had gone to Nice to sing in
.1.ohengren. Perhaps no living man can
claim to have had better fortune 1t cards
than he had during those sixteen days. At
the end OF that time he was so. 900 francs
winner Talking about this q: the Burnet
last evening, after dinner. with glass of
cIaret before him and the loose comfort Of
a beautiful travelling suit about him, he
said
The atmosphere of these places breathes
the gaming spirit. A thousand-franc note
becomes nothing. A fever is upon every
body. Great winnings are of hourly oc-
cuTrence. and nothing but the gaming
table is discussed. Men stake their tor
tunes and lose and win them again within
. few days You breathe gambling
and desire nothing else but to
stake. Soon after / arrived at
Nice became infected. Success there and
at Monte Carlo flushed me. Igrew daring
cared nothing for money.
Zone afternoon / sat slipping coffee in
the great bay window Of the Mediterranean
Club at Nice. Prince Arem Bey, q cousin
of the present khedive OF Egypt, came in;
and, speaking OF my singing in 'Lohen-
grin. proposed game OF baccarat. He was
then living at Paris with 100000 francs a
year and q mountain OF debts. He was a
heavy player and thought nothing of the
ordinary 1900 francs limit at Nice.
...What shall the game be?o said b.
And then he proposed $1,000 francs as a
limit That is only one bet, said |. with
the memory of my Monte Carlo luck TO
SOUR me on He asked l00.0 900 francs credit
OF the cashier and obtained il. We sat
down to play An old friend of mine from
Vienna held my cards for me. instructed
him to throw the little pencil attached to
the betting card into the center Of the
table where the bets are placed.
What does this mean?' said the prince.
.sIhat represents 5000 francs, said i.
and at the same time l obtained of the