Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-07-25
A Daughter of the West.

since she left it, and then her visit mad
1 been brief one; but many a handsome
present had reached the old people from
/ time 10 time, to show them that they
were not forgotten.
1t was now almost three years since
her debut had been made and wealth
and fame had come to her in plenty.
The concert party were now upon
their annual continental tour, and in
every town they passed through, large
audiences fiocked to hear them, and to
weep cmotionally at the wonderful
Pathos OF the young Irish sopranos
matches voice.
Offers OF marriage Kathleen had re-
ceiVed in plenty. and some from amongst
the highest in the land; but she refused
them all. vowing that she was welded
TO her art, and would commit no bigamy
by taking another in marriage
The signor, perhaps, could have told
another tale, but he discreetly remained
silent
They were now staying in a quaint
little German town not far from the
borders of Poland, where, tired by the
heat OF the weather, and the long Jour.
neys they had been taking of late. they
had decided to remain for a few DAYS
to rest.
AS they gathered about the supper
tables spread for them III the coffee room
OF the only good hotel the place could
boast OF, Marie anderson gave voice to
the above remark.
! The signor looked anxiously at his
pupil. Since Maudes marriage a double
burden of responsibility had seemed to
rest upon him.
Yes, YOU are pale he put in, ~are
You very tired, my child47
She smiled hack at him affectionatelv.
Only a little, eaddy"-that was her
pet name for nm. Il shall he all right
after this excellent rcpast.7
VIII you be able to sing tonight =
asked Carl BuHsen. IF not. why. we
VIII put of the concert. lit will not
matter, as we are staying several days"
Oh, no. don't do that, please" she
said quickly, Il shall he all right
Somehow it always seems Imlucky to
postpone a concert. don't YOU think So
Marie, this coffee Is like nectar
She made III effort to appear bright
and lively rs usual. but two IF the
party ~ least. saw through her paietv.
and knew that she was feeling worse
than she would allow herself to believe.
the party. When the others were de-
sPcndeTf it was she who comforted them
and coaXed them back into laughter:
when Carl Bunsen, a sensitive. delicate
genius. with nerves so highly strung
that the least touch would put him out
of tune, became afflicted with one of his
vioicnt headaches and imagined that he
WAS going to die-4as he fancied at least
once a weelr-it was kathleen who laid
vinegar and brown paper or eau de
Cologne upon his throbbing brow and
bro int him dainty little dishes to keep
his strength up; when Paul Brymer's
hgFterical wife showed signs OF a col
lapse, it was Kathleen who soothed ana
demonstrated with her, telling her that
she must make an effort at self control
t0l her husbands sake as well as her
oWn: and, however much the other,
might quarrel among themselves. no one
ever had n hitter word for Kathleen or
she for them.
II Kathleen were ILL.," Marie some
times said, we should all become quite
helpless"
on are quite sure You are better:'
the signor asked her anXiously. as they
sal of for the town hall that evening.
Quite" she answered firmly. though
her burning head ached cruelty. and her
hands and feet we've as cold as ice.
Its all very we'll to he pluckv.''
added Marie. but il v0u don't feel tlR
to II, dearie, don't sing. You'll hurt
your voice"
~No, DO. ] tell you its all right :" was
the inpatient reioinder and then they
were quite convinced that it was not all
right Kathleen Mas never snappish
when she was we'll
The town hail was packed from end 10
end with an eXpectant audience. and as
the slender girlish figure assembled the
platform side by side with the burlv
form of Paul Brymer. a thunder OF ap-
| plause greeted her.
The two who followcd-AIarie and
I Teddy were somewhat less raptlr-
ously hailed; but they did their duty
nobly in the quartefte with which the
concert opened, and were recalled again
and again.
kathleen's first song tonight was to
be Somervells setting of Christina Ros-
setti's exquisite words, When / am
dead. my dearest"
She was very thankful that she had
selected this instead Of A more lively
or ford ditty; she was 50 very. verv
tired, and the peace OF the grave that
she was describing seemed so real and
+ exquisite to her tonight
But dreaming through the twilight.
That will not rise nor set:
] hapy may remember.
Aad happy may forget.
There. it was over. and now she
could rest for 4 while until her turn
came again. though, to be sure the
chairs in the artiste's room were not
much suited for reposc
She had forgotten what her next song
was to be- 50, taking up a programme,
she glanced down the page.
/ How the letters danced. She could
hardly find her own name. All here it
was-"Elizabe his PRAYER. from Tam
hacuser!" How would she ever be able
TO get through it,
The whole room was whirling round
her now. a strange medley Of mems
faces and black coats and white shirt
fronts: Marie was on the platform sing
ing her last song, and Kathleen had to
h. L., b., ~