New-York tribune., 1903-01-26

'Fate's a Fiddler" ne, s,o- s,,z
The little fddlersuch little hddeadnung narser4
room drew long unehdlike sign t ana sDd pegf heed
Psy asS abd Frs5 ga phrase s6ds
soft and pteous as the m6an @ Oid 0I lament of
1SbnsaIe elIeS scarry Of soft notes like
dropped from the strings I IN INTO oi augh
GYPSY note Of IT. an eminent at n bsr
said to his daaghebb m be9 as soft 5e brown eyes GYPSY
music my dear Madge and played a. one ne Hse w9na
too IS pure Pl Angesaxon at that" hat with
swift g Glance at the little fiddler now render,
ing a Wild bizarre movement. half dance and nan
march mink M axe aR ofo it ana na don't think like his
face either: it's sallow and plain
so have. and don't to do i again PaPss Pps
Bst 9Avel ne he is that: wonder where he comes
srap s69st or SomshR Of the hs 5HF6 6ae
a little, please papa; it's too Saxon for me. :.
Oak 9st IS IS no the 2eT odfEn said q
poso dry as the yen 1 aroPR6ed Piees foom
that is the last. Come, Madge, my dear: "ny;
otfmann n;,r ,Rfe meyer x expsego desr feilow eli
They were in the vesbqle Te 49w apa her 6a99
With a smile to the spectacled young German her
father had taken by the arm i,+ra- bons And
Sor GaPa P9S is as well as she will be- Miss Dor
iSbee viii never walk again. the doctor says but
she is stronger, and patient-she is always thA'
Mads fad psfdrs with Tdn diG sa'sh Mr. IN H0f aar
mann and | can bear witness to her sweetness; I1r
Ernest od Hoffmann flushed little. ,,,, .no1o-
The professor mildly uneasy Put IN sci1Iine 1 fash
lon '.Madge is very fond of your wlte' hoilnii'-'
always nnrscate WsS Miss Dormers devotion Ernest
uoffmaHn said with a stiff bow. Madge helu hst
head erect and looked at him Win an NnsiS 'el|
IT sL APPRECIATE Mr. Honmanns magnanIfmi5yd nj @ do5f shf
Snfrv Said 'c$ ioodby. Mr. Hofmann kind love to
Clara 1r,c on, ~ Ernest Hoffmann said shortly
Mr.. Dormer a moment Can you tell me "heFe
sgnor Ludovco the Aexandgs Hotel ted and nd
AK with him, of course IN bae dppeT signals fly-
ing tdw IN ms She hates me-! Ernest Hoffman, sighed
&c be vent through the park in the March WIND n
and sunshine Il suppose she thnks & E.TaA does h@
no NO iSTI +5inL so-vet How that lad payed-no won,
der der Tiric dreams of him And wonder II ne VIII
The wonder remained when he sat in stfHe tine 5 Se
irnnresa rio big. handsome Italian with an ehor-
nous beard. .,oo- ,,ao,,,co
.ryes his playing is a marvel Signor Ludovlco
id e; nIandlv scanning Hoffmann's shabby figure:
lint / have brought forward several mar'eiS IN ~
my ngck Eims my y"a 9me is limited at present You will
pardon me, MIR. Hoffmann am am, sure fa1o- s,pnor
My opsnfsT Ernest GoTma1n SAID dssPerafey
four nghfs si!f and all his cry is for Godfrith Ak
DR.. Ice Herr says if Uric could hear him play it
NM u # fail to see how it can be managed the i'm
presaro said. with smile DO YOU Mr. Hon-
mae set Godfrith Ak come and play to my boy"
Ernest Hoffman, pleaded. THAT Is the only way
An impossibIe way the impresario said
market cheapened Godfrith AXIS playing mas us
market value. ,
What do | care for your noy? Here have |
bred up Godfrith and brought him out and | VIII
not have him go PLAYING to every aiiing cnild In
Tondon I tell you I will not have IT, Besldes
Codfrith is i'll. himself. Mr. Honmann me snd
smoothly into a different tone): 1t is Impossible
He must come" said Ernest. DULY uric mas
asked for him all day. -, s,. .,o ,,o,,
He is ILL., the impresarlo saIo hercelS' uo you
hear? e shall not go , 49,. -. -
NV boy is dying I tell YOU" Ernest said as
fercely "and ne must come. / Will pay any
thing
"a will come" Ernest Hoffman, faced round
with a smothered cry; the boys entrance had been
So noiseless and unexpected. The lnpresarlo
muttered an oath he turned also, and met fhe
iiItla hddler's grave. dark eyes 81,
You are ILL., Codfrfth.' he said. controlling his
anger with effort MT HoHnahh VIII ho' poi-
s Tb@ " how did look iii; Ernest Honmanns
sbnrt sighted ewes could how hollow the thin
Checks were and how darkly the shadows lay
ut Gndfrith AK laughed slightly and shrugged his
sbouIfers II am well enough to play. am al
wavs well enough for that. impresarto. Is your
son very i'll Mr. Hoffmann% nm,
VERY i'll Ernest said. sadly "Nlll you come
them" s,., -, ,., c,rro-
Iudoyico caught his arm angriIy.
II forbid 1t. Godfrtth; do you hearf lorplo IL