The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1900-11-16

l am busy man, as you know. made
moiselle. and have to deny myself many
pleasures. / have ventured to intrude
on you, for which you must please lay
the blame solely on me. because have
a little patient down there in the viii
lage whose recovery seems TO depend
entirely on you
ION mer'
"My patient is 4 little child who has
been at deaths door through fever, and
whose one desire, night and day. has
been to hear you sing. We thought 1t
delirious fancy that would pass, but it
seems that. had she been well. she was
to have come up to the castle one day
when you sang to the villagers. and
that she lost her chance through this
Illness. She raves and weeps alternate
| ly and will not sleep. begging always
to be taken to you so that she might
ask you to sing one little song to her"
where is she? Take me to her doc
tor, and l will sing to her at once"
Half an hour later, with all her soul
in her exquisite voice, she was stand
ing in the cottage singing a song of life
and love TO the bewildered villagers,
while the sick child. propped up by pill
lows to hear the desire of her heart
cried out that it was an angel who had
come in answer to her prayers.
1t was midnight. twelve hours since
Eva had charmed away the shadow of
death from the village home, and she
was holding a great assembly hushed
and spellbound, while her voice, nc
longer softened and subdued. rang with
all its glorious power through the large
opera hall which she had lately added
to her castle.
1t was the moment of her browning
triumph, the moment when Desdem0na
realizing to the full her danger and the
infleXible purpose of Othello, trans
formed by jealousy into a murderer
ceased to plead for her life, and in
stead. proudly and passionately de
clared her innocence.
Count Devas, the Italian singer, who
had already won universal applause fol
his wonderful rendering of Othello
faced her. the madness Of rage that wal
consuming him portrayed wildly il
every feature of his face, in every
movement of his tense, nervous fingers
There was silence, intense, dead 81
lence for an instant as Eva's last note
died away and then, as she covered he
eyes with her hands, the Count, will
one swift step, was at her side, press
ing with ruthless hands the cushion OF
her upturned face, and the curtain be
gan slowly to descend on the dealt
scene.
An electric thrill ran through tn,
audience, the horror and despair of TIT
tragedy before them seemed suddenl,
real and tangible; the scream. strangle'
in its birth. that came from the beauti
full singer seemed an appeal to them 70
help; and then an amazing thing Oc
Cured.
t In the excitement of the scene no on
had noticed the sudden arrival in tn
hall of DR.. Harrowden. who, pale ant
! breathless. stood watching the descen
of the curtain, until, apparently over
powered by impulse, he ran up the hall
leaped up to the stage, and. springin
across the footlights. threw himsel
upon the Count
In the desperate struggle that ensued
I momentary as ii was, before the para
lyzed onloOkers rushed to separate tn
I combatants, no one noticed that Ey
e herself had not moved and lay still
undpr the cushions
= There was the fash Of a knife. an eS
: clamation from DR.. Harrowden, an
= then. as he dropped. stabbed in tn
shoulder. dozen hands were ON tn
4 Count. and. though he fought with tn
e limitless strength of a mailman, he wa
+ overpowered at last by numbers, an
J. carried Off the stage, bound and hell
l less.
DR.. Harrowden, whose faintness wa
e only temporary, had risen already, anC
t disregarding the help offered him. hui