Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1900-10-16
Saved by Her Voice.


- T was springtime and MONDAY In
England, and the soft breath of the
q year seemed laden with fragrant
promises of bloom and color, while over
the woods was stealing a fairylike man
tie Of green.
On such day, and in such scene as
this, Evangeline Rohan felt as though
the world should hold nothing of strife
or pain Oh ugliness; indeed, the particu-
lar world in which she moved and
breathed and had her being held little
but the surface knowledge that such
things existed, for fate had favored
Evangeline, and not content with be-
slowing on her beauty of person and
mind, had lowered her with the great
gift of song in its divine perfection.
Now she sauntered down the wind
ing pathway Jhat led from her castle
terrace to copse beneath.
A man followed her with hesitating
steps, as though he feared a repulse if
he presented himself too suddenly, took
courage to approach when the trees
yelled them from the castle windows,
neither word nor sign, walked at her
side until the within seized her to seat
herself on a bank and search for the
desultory flowers that were beginning
to peep here and there.
1t was at this moment that visitor
who had driven up to the castle in a
dOgcart descended and asked for Mile.
ROhan.
Il am afraid she is unable TO see any
one this morning" said the butler; ''she
is resting for tonight,
Dr. Harrowden knit his brows in per-
plexity. He remembered that the sing
er had generously offered to throw open
her castle to the public on that night
and 10 give the first entertainment in
her new theater for the benefit of a
fund for wounded soldiers.
All the country were clamoring for
tickets. Fabulous prices had been paid
even for standing room, and report said
the diva, having spared no pains nor ex-
pense TO make the occasion success,
was about to eclipse herself in new
part. specially written and composed
for her. In an operate adaptation Of
'Othello."
The matter is very urgent one"
said DIR. Harrowden, after pause. Il
have a request TO make of Mile. Rohan
that can only be made personally. If
YOU will risk her displeasure and allow
me to make my way to her l Will take
all the blame. | may say it is ques-
zion almost OF life and death"
The man, who knew DIR. Harrowden
as one whose reputation, even in a vii
lage practice, gave weight TO his words,
yielded, and, telling him that made
moiselle had taken the path toward the
copse, led him through the conserva-
tory and directed him TO the shortest
way.
He came so suddenly upon the little
clearing where Eyangeline was that
neither she nor her companion per-
ceived him. She was Standing up, q
singular look on her beat tiful face
which was bereft of its usual color. and
both her hands were outstretched be-
fore her as though TO ward off some
thing that she dreaded, and that yet
fascinated her.
His face. a dark-eyed, hrown-skinned
one. with something in its southern in.
tensitv that married its handsomeness
must have worn threatening express
sion. for she recoiled with Il little cry
of alarm. and. turning, saw Or. Har.
rowden as he stepped toward her
"Ah. doctovr' she said, little shaken
still. but smiling. ~lt is long time since
/ have seen you. which speaks we'll for
my health. though not for my hoSpi.
tally. But you are coming tonight. !
hopeT'
..You have asked me To the castle
most kindly" he answered quietly 'but
am 4 busy man. as you know. made
molselle, aud have 10 deny myself many
pleasures. have yentured te intrude
on you, for which YOU must please lay
the blame solely on me, because have
a little patient down there in the vii
lage whose recovery seems 10 depend
entirely on you"
lon meY
MY patient is a little child who has
been at deaths door through fever. and
whose one desire. night and day. has
been 10 hear you sing. We thought il 2
deliriouS fancy that would pass, but II
seems that. had she been we'll. she was
10 have come up 10 the castle one day
when you sang to the villagers, and
that she lost her. chance through this
Illness. She raves and weeps alternate
inc ,s1, 80
70 De taken 70 you SO that she might
ask YOU to sing one little song TO her.
Where is she2 Take me to her. doc
tor, and | viii sing 10 her at once
Half an hour later. with all her sou
in her exquisite voice. she was stand
ing in the cottage singing a song of iifs
md love to the bewildered villagers
while the sick child. propped up by pill
lows TO hear the desire of her heart
cried OUT thar ii was an angel who haC
come IN answer TO her prayers.
Ii was midnight. twelve hours since
Eva had charmed away the shadow Of
death from the village home. and sh,
was holding a great assembly husheS
and spellbound. while her voice. n,
longer softened and subdued, rang witt
all its glorious power through the larg,
opera hall which she had lately addet
ko her castle.
Ii was the moment OF her cnowninl
triumph, the moment when Desdemona
realizing TO the full her danger. and Tbs
innexible purpose Of othello, trans
formed by jealousy into a murderer
ceased % plead for her life. and in