Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-08-18
WafCh for Friday Night' $ Adv

finished small crowd had gathered and the hat was filled with silver har- vest
 It is all yours" said the lad, holding up the capful of coins.
 No" said the girl, "only enough for a lodging
 Who are you?' asked the lad, won dering.
 .Only homeless girl who can sing a little replied the girl. My name is Ethel.''
 Mine is Pietro, ,'.rep1ied the Italian Let us sing some more and divide the money"
 So was formed the new partnership and day after day and evening after evening the two sang on the streets and divided the capfuls of silver each night.
 One morning Pietro counted his hoard and found that he was rich be- yond his early hopes. But he did not contemplate going home to Italy as he had intended. No, for his veins ran with liquid fire as he heard in his heart Ethel singing love song He had heard her night after night and thrilled under the magic of her voice until pleas ure became pain and he could scarcely draw the bow over the violin. Her beauty had grown on him until life held nothing for him excepting her He could stand it no longer. He would speak to her. He would tell her his great love. They would be married and sing on together forever.
 She lfGfanaa IA hiYro m% HrS% annnund a then frightened at the intensity of his passion. Then she rose sorrowful1y.
 T am sorry, Pietro," she said, ''I cannot understand it at all We have. been very happy in our work. Now I will have to go away again. Good-by."
 And so she left him beating his head with his hands. Again she went to a distant city, this time wiser and older. Straight to a great manager-this time Rosenbaum Would he hear her sing. Oh, yes, he would. if she did not take too long about it. On his feet, hat in hand, at the first notes Would she sing again-and again--and again. To be sure he would make place for her riff she did not come too high.
 No she would not be exorbitant. In Ae~S1b one thing must be guaranteed No ogling by manager or other artists. If any person annoyed her in this way he was to be discharged As for Rosen- baum she told him the story of Oppenstein He, as well as all others, must keep their distance
 And so her work began again She became great hit at once and Rosen- baum's purse waxed plethoric Society crowded the theater. Rosenbaum was besieged to permit her to sing at select social affair at the Landervlips. The manager saw 1t would be a great advertisement It was. Other similar engagements followed Ethel was pressed to enter into the social festivi- ties. Men and women eagerly sought to meet her. She was courteous, simple and cold.
 One night at one of these social func- tions, after she had sung, a man of a new type was among those who crowded to her side. He was big and broad shouldered and tanned. He wore his clothes indifferently. His hands were big and broad and the fingers rather stubby, instead of being long and slim like Pietro's and those of most of the men she knew. His eyes were keen and compelling There was 8 sense of power in his every movement. He said few or the nice things about her singing which the other men said, but he was eager and insistent and she found herself car ried away to the refreshment room by 1 him. His name was Gray-Raymond Gray, and later she learned that he was civil engineer who had won great fame overcoming obstacles of nature in the far west, and now was eagerly sought by engineers the world over for advice and assistance. He attracted her as no other man ever had-but she could not tell why or whether she liked the at l traction or rebelled against it. She saw much of him after that. He l had the entree to exclusive society and seemed always to be where she sang. 1 Also she saw him often at the opera. He never complimented her on her sing l ing. This piqued her and made her l curious. Other men could not say enough Why did he follow her so per- sistently?
 One night after she had sung at her very best and had sent the music lovers present into ecstacies of despair, Gray sought her side and took her into the conservatory. She determined to wiring a word of praise from him.
 How did you like my song, MT. Gray?" she asked. directly sT think you are the most beautiful woman in the world" he replied, as in answer to her question. His eyes looked straight into hers and he went on: T love you--iove you better than any other man ever loved any woman Will yor l be my wife?''