Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1895-05-09

| I'm, yes, laughed Dolores II TN
EngIisn, or Maltese. My mother wa
Spanish. 1 can dance, perhaps. but I
should be afraid TO sing here"
Il am not afraid to sing before all
the Grand Dukes in Christendom. re-
torted the Undine of the water-lilies.
with litrie ordnance. II only hope
| may obtain an engagement at St.
/ Petersburg soon. l am to make my
debut at the Maltese opera-house,
Seville. 1 have taken the name
of Signorina Giulia Melita. was born
in Chicago. and my real name is Lizzie
Shannon. / shall be known as Melita
/ all over the world. Are you coming
to hear me on Thursday night?"
'Oh, how / wish / could" sighed
Dolores, clasping her hands together.
II fear that grandpapa never goes to
! the theater"
There comes Mr.. Brown, said the
embryo Diva, quickly.
Mr.. Brown" repeated Dolores, in
terrogatively, and much interested in
her new acquaintance.
''You know him. of course. No?
You must have heard of Mr.. Brown
Why! everybody knows him from
Vienna and Paris to London and
New York. Mr. Brown is at
present my guardian dragon, and
keeps all small fry at a safe distance.
If were a race horse of blood, you
might say ne had bet on my winning
invested in me- lie is a good soul,
too and loolyO aftar NV onion co,,,,
well as my future engagements.
Mr. Brown approached. He was
portly man of mature age, with high
ly-colored countenance, and jet black
hair and mustache. He was attired
in what may be termed effulgent, mas
culine evening dress, and had the
ponderous grace of manner of the ring
master of circus.
They are ready to hear you sing,
my dear" he announC ID. in paternal
and wheezy voice. Give that aria
from the Sicilian Vespers with as much
finish as possible, Melita
Are they ready for me?" she re-
torted, with sarcastic intonation
Surprising that am not ready for
them, Mr.. Browne"
Mr.. Brown smiled a fat smile a
facial wrinkle that ripped over cheek
and jowl as the surface of water is
stirred by falling pebble, bowed pro-
foundly, and kissed the tips of the
girls fingers, as if saluting princess.
Patience, my angel, he said, in
diligently. I'VE must strive to make
q good impression tonight by our
modesty and grace. Later, we shall
make our own terms Eh?'
She sighed impatiently, and shook
out the train of her dress.
Come along, then" was her uncer,
emonious assent l hate being patron
lied, though"
She moved away few PAGES, re-
membered Dolores, ran back, and kissed
her suddenly. You must come to
my debut" she said ASK for Mr.
Brown at the stage door. Bring
your grandpa, too. And-your gloves
are shabby, child" hating, with con-
yiction.
II know it. confessed Dolores rue
fully. They are old ones that
/ found in a box tried to clean them
with bread-crumbs, and l thought,
! perhaps, they would not show much. !"
! II have some nice gloves, affirmed
/ the Signorina Giulia Melita, shaking
/ her head as she scrutinized those OF
Dolores. Mr. Brown always carries
lot in his pocket in case l should
change my mind about pair Your
gloves have great deal to do with
your temper You are a Spaniard and
| am an American, so our hands are
small Give me the package, quick,
Mr.. Brown. These pink ones will suit
you, child. l wish could stop to help
you button them, but may see you
again, later. Don't forget the night
of my debut, and to come to the stage
door. She may bring me good luck,
MIR. Brown. Who knows?'
(To BE CoNTINUED)