The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-06-25
Els life Romance
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OF tbe Wife q Bls Youth.


the great pianist. The Journal has inves-
tigated them all and learned not only tina:
they are untrue but the real reason why
Paderewsky has not married and will
never marry again. This story Is author
lied by a former teacher with Paderewski
in the Conservatory Of Music at Warsaw.
From motives Of delicacy he GAS asked
that his name be suppressed. Paderewski
viii not marry Miss Etta Durham, of this
city, nor Nine. Corski, OF Paris, nor Hell
enc Rosen, of Warsaw. All these reports
are tissues Of gossips brains. He is in
love only with his pianO-and his girl wife
who died nineteen years ago in giving birth
70 his crippled boy. The story of Padere-
wski's love for his dead wife Is beautiful,
uplifting and an ideal romance In the real
life Of today.
Ignace Jan Paderewski, the prince OF
pianists. has ended the rumor that he is
married or about TO be married.
He will never marry. He has declared It
in accents Of positiveness and pain that
cannot be mistaken. The Idle gossips who
have circulated reports of secret or pros
pective marriage OF the great musician
are silenced. The persistent ghost OF mat
rimonial rumors has been laid forever.
Twice within two weeks the story has
come across the Atlantic that Paderewski
was married or about to marry. First the
cable carried the tidings that he had been
married since December to Nine. Gorski,
the former wife of the famous violinist-
no sooner was that story laid to rest by
an authoritive denial than another came
across the wires. This time he was to
wed a Polish girl eighteen years old. And
now comes a cable from Monsieur Goer-
litz, PadereWskis European manager to
William Tredbar, his American manager,
calling the second report a foolish fiction
as barren of fact as the first"
Paderewski will never marry. He so de-
ciared in Paris last week. He gave his
reason.
why should I marry?" he exclaimed.
81, who have a wife there?" and he point
ed TO heaven. There? She is here. She
is with me always. 1 would die IL it were
not for her presence"
The pianist remembered that he was
talking to his manager and saying what
all the world would know. He turned his
Jack abruptly and said: Pardon me! 1
never speak of this. Say simply that l
shall never marry. 1t Is enough
But Ignace Jan Paderewski's secret was
out-Lhat tender, beautiful. pathetic secret
that has been his for nineteen years. The
wife Of his youth. his obscurity, his pow
erty, though dead. was living. He saw
her. He feat her touch. She inspired him.
She kept him alive. So tender, so Teverent
was his love for her still that the thought
OF marriage to another woman was sacri-
iege. Ignace Jan Paderewski would not
marry again-could not marry again.
1t was twenty years ago that Ignace
Jan Paderewskl. a poor, unknown pianist,
made a tour through Russia, Siberia, Ser
via and Roumania. lie played to small
audiences at reduced rates. Most of his
hearers listened duly. A few caught the
whisper of the angel Of genius when the
boy pianist touched the keys. They were
men and women who listened with their
fouls. for their ears noted many imperfec-
tons in the musicians art.
One of the few who listened and heard
the angel note was a girl of seventeen.
She was Rosa Hassal, the daughter of a
wealthy Roumanian. IL was said that
there was noble blood in her veins. She
was a girl in form and face and manner,
but 4 Toman's soul, mature and loving,
looked from her eyes. She was beautiful
because Of that look. She had the divine
gift OF sympathy. The Roumanian village
: folk said that God had touched her with
p K l,ar firth mi but
smile upon her lips and in her eyes.
Ignace PadereWsh from the rude plat
form Of the Village hall saw that tender,
unconscious smile. He felt the girlish
eyes with their depth Of unfathomed ten
derness upon him. Under their spell he
played as he had never played before. She
and her father thanked him for the music.
He bowed low TO the father, and looked
into he eyes and was mute. The father
frowneSl. The girl blushed and her eyes
fell.
, Ignace Paderewski played badly the :esS
CT the tour. once a vulgar fellow was
rude enough 10 hiss. But zen vuigar:ans
understand. He would have been patent
had he known that the young musician
played badly because he missed pair of
womaniy eyes in a girlish face.
Ignacs Paderewski went back to the
Roumanian village three months later.
He told the owner Of the eyes that he
could never play again without their pres
eace and their inspiration. She confessed |
she had thought often of the player and
his music. She loved all the world. bur
she loved him best of all. So when the
t2,,,yD,risy, had taiked loudly abotft rank
and fortune and angrily about ''pauper
musicians" he did 80 TO less than no pur-
pose. The next morning there was an
early wedding performed by the village
priest. and the rich Rouman.an's daughter
and the "pauper musician" left the Village
and walked away hand in hand into their
new world. a world that held much pain
and poverty, but more happiness.
The young husband and wife Travelled
together on his concert tours in Russian
and Polish Villages. Sometimes she turn
cd his music Oftener she sat near him,
near enough that he might look into her
eyes. those beautiful eyes with deeper
tenderness in them than when he had seen
them first in the Ronmanian Village.
The stoid Russian folk TO whom he |
played remembered the musician and his |
wife long after they had gone. he was SO
slender, 50 delicate, so wTapt In the piano /
forte She Was more slender and more |
delicate than he. and she loved the piano |
and her husband. her husband and the |
piano. She looked at him so fondly. she |
had such beautiful eyes. The Russian |
housewives and their rough husbands /