New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-12-25

BUSINESS and genius which endeared her so to the
old musician Sunshine flooded his room az soon az
soon he thought that he could not live without her.
eP ew tree areW by as io1eer Then
came time when the old musician awoke 70 the
longer to direct Marcene's studies. A struggle
began TO rage within him. but the warmer the love
gifts and the stronger his conviction that she must
you must learn more than can teach you
you will not get along In the world said ne one
teacher You've got to learn and different
music than such bunger as have been playing
Learn more NOR than you kSnow2 Oh. 4 could
know Chopin and two childish arms were flung
"Bat my child there are other musicians in the
world. You must learn TO admire and love them
Johann Badwan Won Janowitz deeply rs it erieved
him had made up his mind He consulted with the
at LeTnberg, where after brief examination the
youthful Professor stengel accepted her as plano
Chopin; other music than the throbbing gypsy
learned, almost with feelings of ave as firm yet
Bach, Handel and GIuck, Haydn and Mozart
Beethoven. Schubert and Mendelssohn, and opgned
table. enduring. never ending, thought she.
Singular! In a few years the young master had
necessity of placing the wonderful talent growing
apace in the OF master OF the highest rank;
walk the Hottest paths Of Ais mind was made
living genius; ri take her to List But before
then my friend Epstein in Vienna shall hear her
greater pain to the young master than the Old?
Who shall say? Thus came the day when stil
pale, slender maiden, modeStly CARRIED, stood in
the examination room of the Vienna authority. ac-
oheP moment and the little hands rested on the
ivory keys; last trustfu look into the eyes Of her
beating heart More and more intense became the In
teTest Of him who was sitting in judgment; here was
Youthful enthSsasm OF a certainty, Master List
Would that Joseph Joachim could hear her play
was his wish when next she daringly; firmly and
masteTfully drew the bow across the violin strings:
Might not her real f9lent lie in this direction
on the shoulder and asked:
We'll anything else?'
her companion. Il have often heard her uncon-
scousy sing the melodies she was playing and her
IF that's not the least Of her rare gifts shes
wonder and no mistake. But sing. Wen all lis
And Marceune sat herself down again at the
panOforte and sang a Polish harvest song that
Glanced to float into her mind.
MY child said the learned musician when the
last indescribably sweet and golden tone had died
Woy there's use Of our Tao 1ar our brains
woven Of owers and dew You shall become
singer Pity that Mozart can't hear you. He'd
Gather up your buds and carry a letter from 10
ola L2mPerli. in Milan Good luck go with YOU my
Three wreaths might easily have, been carried
home by 5 ext t6 t nca 1og genus had
out eagerly for the garland woven Of flowers and
to-day. glittering in a thousand cOlors sweet
the breath OF roses, for since that Christmas time
when the little finger pointed to the toy fiddle, the
fragile Cinderella the joy bringing Christmas tree
of erratic old Johann Badwan Won Janowitz. has
grown into q queen of bel Cdnto She Is not known
by the Of PTaXeda Marcelline Kochanska,
GOOD fortune She has Brought to a"her old pro-
tector true prophet All the world knows
how enchanting is her art: but only few know
how Untirugly she studied and still studies.
Fewer stil know her in her home, know her sweet
and simple domesticity. Is she not the happy con-
sort OF her teacher at the Conservatory Of Lem
berg Wilhelm Stengel? Can she not sing a cradle
song as bewitchingly the most dazzling opera
air? no wonder that Christmas is never forgotten
wherever in the wide world IL may find her. and
that the lights OF the Christmas tree deeply
and brightly reelected in her brown eyes now as
when they shone through the shop windows of
the Dominikanerberg!