The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-08-02
CALVES LOVER.
The Fiery Singer Is as Passionate as
Santuzza.
From the Cleveland Plain Dealer.


From the Cleveland Plain Dealer
Emma Calve is again at home across
Atlantic and at home" to Emma Calve.
the great singing actress, is to bask in
the love of Henri Cain, promising young
painter of Paris, who, although he is not
the only one, he is at least the last one
that Emma has favored with her adora-
lions. She met Cain short time before
her trip to America, and Immediately be-
came infatuated with him. He is not q
remarkable young man, but is talented
and ready witted. He has exhibited in
the New and Old Salons with no marked
success, but his hbretto for Massenet's
La Navarraise," the 50-minute opera,
which Calve is now singing with much
success IN London, is clever.
While the fair singer had New York
at her feet, last winter, and all the chap
pies went wild over her Santuzza, Calve
did not forget her Henri, but, if the New
York Recorder is to be believed, sent
Photographic messages TO him by each
steamer But Henri was tickle, and it is
said that the devotion was nearly all on
her side, as the following story will bear
witness
A friend of Calves was suddenly in
vaded in her apartments one afternoon
year ago by the singer, who strobe up
and down like crazy creature. In agi-
tated accents, between sobs, she told her
friend her story. Look" she exclaimed.
'Vollal" and she tore open her dress in
front. "See, he struck me and called me
vile names. ] will kill him. The breast,
oh, the breastr" Then her friend pacitied
her and i. was decided that she should
separate from him then and there
But about O'Clock she began to pace
the apartment like a Gagged hyena.
Finally. after being questioned, she burst
out in an uncomfortable access of an
guish: "But it is nearly o'clock. NV
God, he will find no lights, no fire, when
he comes home ] can stand it no longer
My poor boy, he will be all alone!" And
then she rushed away from her friends,
hurled herself into fiacre, drove home,
and, bursting into her apartment, she pre-
cipitated herself at his feet, crying aloud:
II orgive me, beat me, kill me. If you
will. but do not send me away again. ="
This story has brought to the memory
of those who knew her history several
other like events. Among the first love
episodes OF her life was that with Mas
cagni, which happened some years ago.
He was poor but promising, young
composer with good recommendations
but no patronage. She took him under
her wing, but at this time Sonzogno, the
great music publisher, came on the scene
anu was NdILlcu Ny hbE WOuutTful eyes.
But Mascagni was ia the way. Son
zogno was Milanese publisher Of great
wealth, and the rest was easy.
The prize, biz Of bait was offered for
the best one-act opera by the willy Son
zogno, Mascagni was ready. His Cav
alleria Rusticana" was finished with sus-
picious celebrity.
However, 10 make short story very
long the opera was finished. and won
the prize, and was produced, and CAlve
got the part of her life. But II was fol-
lowed by a severance Of all ties with Mas
cagni, while Sonzogno installed her in
villa, and her fame soon began 70 spread.
But Calve was tickle. When she went
up to Paris she was lyric candle, about
which furiously nOverod many siuged
masculine moths. She kept her head.
however, and mighty was the lucre she
Taked in while on high shone the sun OF
popular favor. She Is not a great singer.
nor yet a great actress, but she is q rare
combination-a singing actress. Som
zogno forced her nightly 10 study Duse
and her methods Calve followed her
about from place to place, aud appropri-
ated and assimilated her manner.