Hutchinson gazette. [volume] (Hutchinson, Kan.) 1895-1902, 1895-06-13

''0h, yes" laughed Dolores II an
English, or Maltese My mother wa
Spanish, I can dance, perhaps, bgt
should be afraid to sing here"
II am not afraid to sing before al
the Grand Dukes in Christendom," re
torted the Undine of the water-lilies
with little ordnance. 81 only hope
may obtain an engagement at st
Petersburg soon. l am to make my
debut at the Maltese opera-house,
you know in the Barber o.
Seville 1 have taken the name
of Signorina Giulia Melita l was bOrr
in Chicago, and my real name is LiIzit
Shannon. shall be known as Melita
all over the world. Are you coming
to hear me on Thursday night?"
'Ob. how l wish 1 couldr' sighed
Dolores, clasping her hands together.
y 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. Mop
You must have heard of Mr.. Brown.
Why! everybody knows him from
Vienna and Paris to London and
New York. Mr.. Brown is ut
present my guardian dragon, and
keeps all small fry at safe distance.
If We're race horse of blood, you
might say he had bet on my winning
invested in me. He is good soul,
too and looks after my onion soup as
well as my future engagements"
Mr.. Brown approached. He was a
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 announced, 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 a sarcastic intonation.
"S1pposing that am not ready for
ttcn, Mr.. BROWNE"
Mr.. Brown smiled fat smile, q
facial wrinkle that rippled over check
and jowl as the surface of water is
stirred by falling pebble, bowed pro-
foundly, and kissed the tips of Che
girls fingers as if saluting princess.
Patience, my angel" he said, in
diligently. I'VE must strive to make
a 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-
enormous assent 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-
viction.
Il know it," confessed Dolores, rue
fully. ."They are old ones that
found in box. I tried to clean them
with bread-crumbs, and I thought,
| haps, they would not show much"
Il have some nice gloves" affirmed
the Signorina Giulia Melita, shaking
her head as she scrutinized those of
Dolores. "Mr. Brown always carries
a lot in his pocket in case 1 should
change my mind about a pair. Your
gloves have great deal to do with
your temper You are Spaniard and !
am an American, so our hands are
small. Give me the package, quick,
Mr.. Brown. These pink ones will suit
you, child. wish could stop to help
you button them, but l may see you
again, later Don't forget the night
If my debut, and to come to the stage
ioor She may bring me good luck,
Mr.. Brown. Who knows?"
GrO m roDyrr,y,rr,, \