Arizona republican., 1899-06-29
pADEREwSKPS LOVE STORY
"A Romance Full or paihos That
 Comes From His Old Professor.

the rumor that he is married or about
 to be married.
 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 Mime. Gorski, the former
 wife of the famous violinist. No soon- l CT was that story laid to rest by an authoritative denial than another came across the wires. This time he
 was to wed Polish girl Is years old.
 And now comes a cable from Mons eur
 Goerlitz, Paderewski's European man
 ager, to William Tredbar, his Ameri-
 can manager, calling the second report
 foolish fiction as barren of fact as | the first''
 Paderewski will never marry He so declared in Pans last week He
 gave his reason.
 Why should I marry?" he ex- ! claimed. "I who have wife there?" and he pointed to heaven. There? She is here. She is with me always. I would die if 1t were not for her pres
 ence"
 The pianist remembered that he was | talking to his manager and saying
 what all the world would know He
 turned his back abruptly and said:
 Pardon me! I never speak of this. Say simply that I shall never marry. It is enough"
 It was twenty years ago that Ignace Jan P3derewski, a poor, unknown pi-
 antst, made tour through Russia, Si- beria, Servia and Roumania. He
 played to small audiences at reduced
 rates. Most of his hearers listened dully. A few caught the whisper Of genius when the boy pianist touched the keys.
 One of the few who listened to his playing was a girl of IT. She was Rosa HassaI. the daughter Of wealthy Roumanian. It was said that there was noble blood in her veins She was a beautiful girl with great, soul ful eyes.
 Ignace Paderewski from the rude platform of the village hall felt the girlish eyes 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 her eyes and was mute. The father drowned The girl 'blushed and her eyes fell. 1gnace Paderewski played badly the rest of the tour. Ignace P8derewski went back to the Roumarian village three months later. He told the own CT of the eyes that he could never play again without their presence and their Inspiration. She confessed she had thought often of the player and his music. She loved all the world, but she loved him most of all. So when the Roumanian had talked loudly about rank and fortune and angrily about 'pauper musiciars," he did So to less than no purpose. The next morning there was an early wedding performed by the village priest, and the rich Roumanian's daughter and the ''pauper musician" left the village.
 The young husband and wife trav- eled together on his concert tours in Russian and Polish villages When Paderewski and his wife were not travelling they lived in his birthplace. the Russian-Polish village of -Podo1ia Here he pract:ced eight hours a day. always insisting that she be near him while he practicsd. He complained that his fingers stumbled and would not obey lis will if she were away. And she, ch:ding him a little that the household machinery must be stopped | for him. obeyed. She. sat near EGm and sewed until she was weary, while | he played and played
 They were very poor. They had the | piano, but little else. Her father would do nothing for them. His could | not. Much privation can be endured | in health. But the wife of Paderewski was not strong. She had been used to luXuries unknown i1 POdolia. She 1 missed them, but she was too brave and tender to give a sign. The folk gossip about the Podolia peasants playing reached Warsaw, and grave professor, with bristling black whisk CTS and hair and thoughtful blue eyes, went down to hear.
 He went to the little cottage and listened outside the door. His grave eyes frightened "Schoenl Schoen!' he said. He was so pleased that he quite forgot to knock. Ha pushed open the door.
 The Warsaw professor cOughed. The husband and wife stared.
 ''We want you at the Warsaw con said the man with the Dristl:ng hair Will you accept?"
 When the professor left he had their promise that they would go to War saw in two weeks.
 Che night two angels lowered over the Podolia musicians cottage. They were the angel of life and the angel of death. Each brought his gift and de- parted. In the morning 1gnace Pad erewski knelt beside the bed where his wife lay with white face and still lips md eyes-those tender eyes-clossd forever. In the next room the village gathered and gossiped about we9k wai1ing babe with limbs as helr1e1s as wooden dolls Some