The Portland daily press., 1896-11-28
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ooliar' pulled Gown his cults, then, with
eyes upoufneo 10 heaven, struck lew
chords ntermingled with complicated
scaies' wnlon were intended to say to the
auolehce' fou see, am merely an ac-
companlst enls evening but could dazzle
you II hKeo' LII Is pure modesty on my
paro.
At this moment Vittoria made her en-
trance and was greeted with three rounds
OF applause, to which she responded BY q
rather naughty courtesy. Then she went
to the piano and began the greataria from
the second act of Rigoletto The cry Of
the wounded heart, the agony of love be-
trayed, the tears OF the poor girl who finds
she has been deceived by her royal lover,
all these were rendered with marvellous
passion 1t scanned like succession OF
sobs rising In crescendo until the last
great final cry which ends this admirable
piece OF music. The women cried; the
men twisted their mustaohes. When 1T
was ended, there was thunder OF applause
which lasted many minutes. The women
threw her their bouquets, the men the
flowers from their bnttonholes There
was an Understandable clamor.
BUT she, more moved by the music she
had JUST sung IMAM py the enthusiasm 1t
had provoked, little Dy little regafned her
self possession. Her hostess rushed to her
and kissed her ef1us1viey.
MY dear, she said, yours Is very
wonderful taienti
"Mademoiseiie, said bald old gentle
man, prontlng py tne opportunity TO hold
poth her hands, never since Mal1bran
nave enjoyed pleasure equal to that OF
this evening. You owe yourself to the
stage, mademolselle. know what am
saylng-you are great artist. Tomor-
row shall see the manager OF Les ltal-
lens,
why OF Les 1taliensY'' retorted another
much decorated gentleman. 1.-The great
est French stage claims her. Mademot-
selle, you may look forward to being soon
sent for by the manager of the Grand
Opera
What an admirable organP'
And what dramatic feelingP
superb, splendid, wonderful
Poor IraJonska, amid the deluge OF
flowers and compliments, did not know
which to listen to. 1t was real triumph.
AT the supper which followed the Coun-
tess Foricelli made her sit opposite to her,
and all the guests drank the most enthusi-
astic toasts to her honor.
TO the future starP'
10 Victoria Tra]onska! 10 her bril-
liant destiny
"Well, - said leaning toward her, "a
splendid career Is open to you. Tomor-
row all Paris will applaud your name.
Will the tree On which you are to sing seem
beautiful enoughp'
who can tell2'' she answered. q 4
Two years went by, and heard no more
OF the singer. She had doubtless contract
ed some excellent engagement in Russia,
America or Italy, and l expected to see her
return to Paris some day after having ex-
hausted success and laurels elsewhere
Last spring went to London for the
season. One evening, as was on my way
to Her Ma1esny's opera, where it happened
that 'R1goletto" was to be given, my
thoughts Went BACK TO that evening at the
countess Forlcell1's, and a crowd OF mem
orles rushed upon me. L recalled the wild
applause, the flowers, the toasts. II won
Ger what has become OF herr 1 SAID TO my
self as l walked through the noisy crowd
that always ILLS Oxford street. The han
SONS were going rapidly by with their
bright lights and their brass trimmings
The omnibuses passed noisily The con-
ductors, standing on the steps and hang
ing on by leather strap, summoned their
passengers with voice and gesture. Sand
witch men came down the street carrying
in gigantic letters on their shoulders the
names of the plays that were running at
the time. Here and there still, motion
less policeman gave the crowd glance OF