The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-06-25

ants DIaving reached Warsaw, and a
grave professor, with bristling black
whiskers and hair and thoughtful plue
eyes, went down to hear.
He went to the little cottage and lis
tened outside the door. His grave eyes
frightened "Schoen! Schoen!' he, said.
He was so pleased that he quite forgot
to knock. He pushed open the door. The
girl wife was pressing her lips upon her
husbands hand, and he was stroking her
hair. 49, -. ~.
The Warsaw professor coughed. The
child husband and wife stared ,.
I'VE want you at the Warsaw con-
servatory,' said the man with the brtst-
ling hair. "Wili you accept?"
Paderewsh and his wife-remember
they were only children-burst into
tears. When the professor left he had
their promise that they would go to War
saw in two weeks.
One 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 departed. In
the morning Ignace Paderewsh knelt be-
side the bed where his wife lay with
white face and still lips and eyes-those
tender eyes-closed forever. In the next
room the village women gathered and
gossiped about a weak, wailing babe,
with limbs as helpless as a wooden dolls.
Sometimes they peeped into the next
room and saw the musician kneelirg,
with face hidden in his. hands, beside the
bed, and crossed themselves.
They buried the musicians wife in the
simple Podell cemetery. Paderews5i was
very quiet that day. Only one person
heard him say: 1.-THE stars have gone out.
The stars have gone OUT
He went to Warsaw and took the peev-
iSh infant with the limbs as helpless as a
wooden dolls with him. He played badly
| at first and his instruction was feeble. He
knew it. 1.-The stars have gone out. The
stars have gone out" he would whisper.
The grave professor, with his bristling
beard and hair, remembered and under
stood, and he was very patient. He came
upon Paderewski once sitting iistlessly be-
fore the piano, his hands at his side his
head bowed upon his breast.
''She is not pleased to see you thus"
| said the professor, softly.
PaGerewski raised melancholy eyes to
his.
DO you think she knows?"
Yes" said the professor.
In little while he heard music in the
| room he had left. 1t was sad music 1t
made him weep for the first time in ten
years, Then a note of hope stole into the
| strains, then the subdued song of resigna-
| ton, then a strong note of prophecy and
a hymn of reunion.
| When the professor looked up Ignace
| Paderewsk was beside HIM
| 81 believe she knows. I-think she was
with me then. I could feel her eyes upon
me-" he said.
The old Warsaw professor is still Pad
| erewski's confidant. 1t is his story that
has come across the Atlantic in answer to
the reports of Paderewski'S marriage
''Win Paderewsh marry?" the curious
ask him
Never says the professor, smiling
and folding his hands as one who knows.
| Paderewsh went to the Strasbourg Con-
| serYatory of Music from Warsaw in 1884
He gave up teaching and became virtu-
$50. He went to Vienna and learned of
Theodore LeSchitZky, the famous trainer
! of pianists He toured Germany with
success. He went to Paris in 1889 and at
once became lion" He has made three
| tours of America. He is the greatest plan
| list of the age. He has composed an OBJ
era to be sung at Dresden in the fall He
Is the prince of the realm of music
And ever his inspiration has been the
tender eyes of his young wife, the eyes
that are bright are still in memory, the
eyes that he believes are still upon him as
he plays and writes and that watch ever
beside him when he wakes or sleeps
| His crippled son is now as old as Pad
! erewsh was when he married. He has
never walked, and he cannot use his
arms. He does not care for music but
he loves his father with abject devotion,
and he looks at him from eyes like his
| mothers. Paderewski is very tender of
| this child of his one love-
Next year he will leave off playing and
live OH his farm in Galieia close to the
border of Russia and of his native Poland.
Thither he will take his invalid child, and
the time he can spare from him he will
give to composition. Though only thirty
| nine, Paderewski is an old man at heart
He has suffered and worked more than
less sensitive men Of twice his age. He
is tired and Graves rest with his SON.