The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-06-21

TINS rnan1 No one knew him; no one had
ever beard Of him before. It was only by
accident he had been asked to play that
evening. The celebrated vioIinist who had
been engaged for the occasion had been
detained BY . railroad accident. So this
dark young man--Signor Philippo STOOD
there. his violin IN his hand, waiting for
the prelude Of his accompanist to end.
The first Instant his bow began to move
over the strings. the people began TO
listen: be wns a true musician. And o.
party of four well dressed people in o.
prescenium box leaned forward and looked
at the man anxiousiy. One Of the men
especially seemed strangely excited at the
adyen. of-Signor Philippe He turned
to yards the pale beautiful woman at his
side, and said In an agitated tone Of
Z voice.
!" Great Heavens. Connie. do you recog-
nize that mann
Sc turned her hlus eyes toward his,
ami answered coolly:
"Whv certainly. Teddy. He IL that
crazy violinist who bothered US 30 much
last summer. How very odd ne should
turn up hereP
The tall, fair man said nothing, but bit
his lips aud turned away.
The other two people In the box were
moiionless, however.
Gladys, fancy have seen that man
before" said one Of them.
"Why, Ned i-It--is-Mr. DayarisF'
why, certainly: but there's no use Of
getting into such COMPOUNDED tear over
It'll say Langford." he continued, turn
ing to the man who had been addressed
as Teddy, Extraordinary isn't itY'
After that there was silence In the box ;
no one felt like saying word. They all
watched the stage with strained eyes.
But lie violinist did not see them. His
eyes lookei down and his head moved
back and forth as he played. II was q
Jolly gay, careless air, quivering, darling
here and there, as humming bird dashes
from flower to flower; now moving,
through the air like flash, now pausing
with huttering wings. almost motionless.
For an instant the assemblage was
hushed. the notes were still trembling on
the air, ringing IN the ecrs. Then came q
Wild tdmnlt Of Applause that s9enied to
shake the very building. Old phlegmatic
bankers threw aside their dignity and
pounded their hands together. and
stamped their feet on the floor; ladies
beat their fans to pieces hammering them
on the back OF the seats; some enthusiasts
deep. But after a single modest bow the
violinist stepped behind the scenes where
be was metby his friend.
You did yourself proud, old fellowi II
only your friends in New York knew Of
this-if only some OF them were in the
audience now, think"
Don't cay anything about that, please,
Compton, When all my friends deserted
1ne, yon were the only one who stuck by
me. 1t is due to your influence that
play mere tonight. Lam content that yoI
witness alone what ! suppose Is
triumph"
II should say so-a triumph, indeed
You have made onei Davaris. you are Z
great violinistF
And the audience evidently thought sc
too, for they tolerated with impatience
the corpuent baritone, the little tenor
and the sarieking soprano. When at last
SiRnor Philippe came out to play again,
he was met with torrent Of applause
and 1t was some moments before he could
begin to pay. This time they would moi
let him go; he played again and again
and finally left the stage almost ex
hausted.