New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-08-12

the habitues, on this occasion, be-
ing multiplied, till every portion appro-
priated to the audience is crammed,
and the boxes and pit are announced,
by notifications at the doors to be
full, soon after the ordinary time Of
opening, while eager crowds are throng-
ing to the other parts, half Of them
| doomed to disappointment.
| The new conner has been duly an
nounced, as usual, for weeks before
hand, in bills OF Brobdignagian pro-
portions, and Of every color under the
sun; but the patrons OF the Little
Jewel, and the dwellers in it's vicinity
we've too well accustomed to such as
founding proclamations on the part
OF it's worthy manager to have been
SO thoroughly reused into enthusi-
asm by such means. It was more a
rumor, which had somehow found
way and attained great force in con-
nection with the singer who was to-
night to make her first appearance on
this or any other stage.
She was defornled-so some had dit
yet OF extraordinary beauty; very
young, said Others, and OF such ex-
traordinary precocity of genius
as to be wholly untaught in
the profession OF which She had
suddenly become the star, OF noble
birth, again others said; stolen by
smuggers, a. fresh version of the tale
went. But that a mystery hung over
her all were agreed, which old
Spanges, OF the Little Jewel, could
solve If he would, and which none
were less likely than he to solve, see
ing that it had, at least, share in
forming the crowd which envy, curios-
lty, ldleness, and expectation-witha
sprlnkllng OF some more worthy feel
lngg-had assisted to assemble within
the walls OF his theatre even in that
slack season, and which had caused
| the manager to bless his stars as he
looked from his spying point upon the
mass OF expectant faces.
"Pray Heaven only she mayn't
break down." he calculated. "She
seems more nervous than at rehearsal,
l thought, just now"
"Eh, no, no! It not de nerves, dat, !"
replied a vivacious little man, who
had also enjoyed private view of
the multitude, and had skipped and
cracked his knuckles with delight, less
mixed with misgiving than his friend
the manager. "She have no nerves
for de singing. She love it wild all her
soul and body. She tink not OF any
ting else when she sing, like de birds in
de air."
"Ah! hope it is so; that's all. I
hope you'se right, Sponetti; but I
thoug hit she turned bit queer when
we stood there around her in the
room yonder, and some one spoke Of
the carriages that were driving up"
"Eh, you do not know, perhaps,
but I see. can tell all about that, :"
said the shrewd signor, in a confden-
tial whisper. "Dis little girl, she not
accustomed to de fashion, de mode OF
your life; and q certain gentleman
he whispered lower to the manager,
who shrugged his shoulders and raised
his eyebrows.
81 do the best I can," he said, "but
we cannot afford to offend people. She
will get used to that IN time"
The signor shook his head.
swell, WE'LL" responded the other,
cher mother looks pretty sharp after
her; and, as she seems fixed not to
play at all, there can't bemuch amiss,
though look to get her over that no.
ton in a short time
He looked interrogatively at the
signor, who, in his turn, shrugged his
shoulders and looked doubtful.
And now the low hum of anticipa-
ton throughout the house proclaimed
the fact that watches were plentiful
among the audience, and that they kept
good time. In a few moments the
hum had increased to a roar, to which
sticks. feet, and umbrellas kept time.
The music ceased, the curtain rose,
and the play began. 49,.
1t was a new piece, had been COM
posed expressly for the new conner,
whose strong Discrimination to under
take any part beyond the sole display
of her vocal powers had rendered it a
somewhat difficult matter to fit her
with a character. But it had been
done, and skilifuly done, too.
The play was in itself a sim
!. pie enough plot, though full
of melodramatic incident, and
containing besides the two great songs
of>the evening, several minor morsels,
III which some accepted favorites OF
the public were we'll suited; yet, as
the author we'll knew, could serve
but as foils, to the one for whom
writer, composer, managerial, in
deed-had striven on that occasion,
.5,a ., TO BE CONTINUED.