The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-06-24
DEBUT OF A GENIUS
OLE BULL on THE VERGE OF DEs-
PAIR WHEN HIS CHANCE CAME.
Owing 10 the Help of Beriot the
Northern Master sprang from His
Carrot TO Fame I'm One Night.
Detroit Free Press.

of the great Norwegian violinist ole Bull,
having been used by the artist for forty
seven years. 1t recalls the very pathetic
story Of the debut of the virtuoso from Nor
way which may serve as an encouragement
to the embryo genius Of any nationality,
whom Obscurity has sheltered under one of
numerous old blankets. Poverty with her
own hands kindly assisting in tucking him
In good and tight
The steamer had just reached the port
Of Genoa, and the passengers were scram-
bling impatientIy to reach the shore.
Among a few loiterers in the rear was a
young man with spirited. interesting face.
at whose side was a. lady in an elegant
black travelling suit. A carriage wait
ing at the dock TO receive them, and. after
giving his servant the necessary instruc-
tons in French about the disposal of the
baggage, the gentleman assisted his COM
panion into the equippage and then entered
himself. AS they were being rapidly driven
away the young man sank back into the
cushions with sigh of fatigue and closed
his eyes in utter exhaustion.
With an air of anxious solicitude, the
lady bent over him My dear Charles"
she said in low, sweet tones, you are
really very Ill. The journey has been too
much for you"
faint smile. BE calm, Felicitas." he re-
piled, lit will soon pass away. When once
we reach our hotel L shall be all right"
He had just finished speaking when the
horse halted before magnificent hotel.
The porters appeared instantly. opened the
carriage door and proceeded TO conduct the
distinguished visitors to the elegant apart
ments which had been selected for them
You are more miserable than You are
willing to admit. Charles, said Felicitas.
Il must send for the physician immediate
BERIoT IS STRICKEN
The man felt that his condition war
ranted such a step, and skillful medical
man was summoned. THE condition of
the invalid is still doubtful he said.
above all things, he must eschew all ex-
element and unrest"
Upon his departure, Felicitas accompanied
the doctor into the anteroom. do you
think. doctor, that Berio1 Will be unable to
appear at the concert tomorrow she
asked, beseechingly, fastening her anxious
gaze upon the physician.
1--WE shall see what the morrow brings
forth" he replied "but fear it will be a
negation to his desire"
The following day affirmed the doctors
fears. The invalid had grown worse, and
must keep his bed and absolute quiet for
several days.
But what can do about this EVENING"
of Genoa is eagerly expecting to hear the
sweet voice of Malbran and the tones of
my violin The manager has as; Just SEN for
perate. The Italians, those enthusiastic
devotees of music. will never forgive such
disappointment"
Feicitas stood with bowed head at the
bedside of her husband, and. in disconso-
late voice, she whispered: II cannot sing in
such sad mood, Charles. Nor will leave
you for a single moment in your present
condition.
IF only you could find some kind Of a
some moments of meditation.
Possibly could offer a suggestion, SIR"
put In Bastian, Beriot's servant, who had
You, Bastian?' said Beriot, surprised
Have you friends in Genoa, or will you be
mot exactly, SIR replied Bastian, smil-
ing, but / know of somebody in Genoa
who could be, though l don't know his
name Yesterday evening, signora, as was
walking through a narrow by-street, /
heard the sweet musical notes of violin
] listened, spellbound. till the last tone had
died away Only you, sir could have played
as beautifully as thatr'
A MYSTERIOUS SUBSTITUTE.
Charles Beriot listened attentively to the
servant. He knew that the musical judg-
ment of the latter was subtle and correct,
and his opinion was Of the greatest i'm
portance in the pending crisis.
buI why 90 you not KNOW VINO IL was
that played so divInely?' he asked.
II made attempt to find out, from
several people that were lounging in front
of their houses, who the artist was that
inhabited yonder dilapidated lodging. But
they could not tell me any more than that
he was a stranger from the far north, a
recluse in very hard circumstances"
Il should think one might find out his
name. said the physician impatiently. as
returned with the porter, who asserted that
he knew something about the mysterious
vtolinist; that the latter had been pursued
by one misfortune after another, and, hav-
ing tried several times, In vain, to gain the
protection OF influential families, he had
become discouraged, because he was poor
out an exiguous livelihood The I porter a did
not remember the name of the artist but
he knew where he could be found.
The patient at once gave orders to have
the violinist appear without delay, so that
he could convince himself of his capabil-
out with the porter. ard after meanderine
through various devious, narrow alleys
they finally arrived at the ruinous old dom
servant had heard the inspired strains
waited to his enchanted ears With diff
way and raped at door that had al.
ready entered upon process of resolu.
ton into its constituent parts.
There was no reply TO the knock, 50 they
removed the barrier Of their own accord
n beggarly apartment greeted them in re-
turn. At the window sat young man.
pale and emaciate, with long, flowing locks
that almost hid his delicate features His
face was buried in his hands; In front OF
him lay his violin, beautiful, comedy in
strument. Not a feck of dust could be
detected upon its smooth face. Its immac-
ulate condition. strangely at variance
with the other surroundings, betokened the
loving care bestowed upon II by its master
AS ONE IN A FRENZY.
Suddenly waking from his gloomy reverie
ne sprang UP. shook his long, disheveled
locks from his pale, haggard face, and
gazed at the stranger with his great,
bright eyes. They told him their mission.
IN French. which he seemed to understand
more readily than Italian. told him the
name OF their master and asked him 10
accompany them. The young man stood
for a moment wrapped in mute astonish-
ment and ecstacy, then, with feverish ex-
element, he seized his violin and rushed
down the old stairway and into the street
IN such wild haste that the servants could
barely keep pace with him. But when they
reached the hotel they found that Berioi
had succumbed to violent delirium Poor
watching his every movement. But he mis-
took her for wild fury, who was KEEPING
him fettered against his Will OF course
IL was not possible To give the new violinfst
rehearsal, and Felicitas, in her excited
condition. was not willing TO see
him. but simply wrote n note 10 the man.
ager telling OF her inability TO appear anc