New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1905-01-15

for the pianist was not because his
musical genius was superior % that of
the Others IN my little group, but because
of some remarks that Colonel Chickering
made to me one morning.
I'm back this tour. he said. eff
JOseffy accompanies you and YOU take
the usual measures 20 let the public
know that he IS using our pianos. Show
me a contract with him for the concert.
and 1 at once shall deposit in your
name twelve thousand dollars. and send
another twelve thousand 20 Australia if
you need it"
Wen, Josetty was COY, a COrnucODia Of
promises TO be sure, but a drv ink-weu
when 1t came to writing his name at the
bottom of contract. DAYS after the
agreement with the others had been
signed | was dining, lunching and break
fasting with Josefiy in my endeavors to
get him to dash off his Signature on a
paper l always had handy in my pocz
At each Of our meetings I devoted
myself to tactfully leading up 70 the
psychological moment when the Da-.-
could be produced Time and again The
moment came. and time and again
JOseffy would gracefully wave his long.
artistic hands and reply: Not to-day.
Morrissey; tomorrow
The thing had become an exagre-4red
case of Tomorrow and tO-morr.r and
tomorrow. and think I was beginning
to take on a Teutonic accent and cast Of
countenanCe from much patrcoage Of
the German restaurants that -ozeTv
liked, when one day he announced to- u-e.
Il regret it, Morrissey, but t. is now
too late to sign your contract IF YOU
must know the truth, have just COM
pleted negotiations with some Other people
to play only on their pianos.
Who would think, Josefy I said
sadly, that genius could be So COM
mercial?"
"Ah, yes" he answered with a smile.
but you know that even genius likes
a warm bird and a cold bottle.
That globe-girdling tour was never
taken.
A few weeks later, instead of being
a musical missionary IN the antipodes.
l was on a concert trip in PennsyIvania.
with Signor BrignoH as my star One
moonlight night when our train was
standing on the track at Titusvi,le
Brignoli, who was of an inquiring turn
of mind, stepped out to the platform Of
our car, the rear one, TO take a look
around.
He was lighting cigarette, when the
train gave jerk, due to some switching
operation. BrignOli lost his balance and
tOppled over backward. ! heard his
anguished CRY and ran franticaIly to the
door The train was moving, and the
singer was lying prone on a bank of dirt
stop the train, stop the train I
shouted "BrignOli's killed." Everv-
body rushed out to the platform The
women began to weep and ring their
hands, and the conductor came running
back excitedIy Before the train had
stopped, and Just as several of US were
about to leap from the platform We saw
the PROSTATE form on the bank bes-ir
itself and loom up against the sky
Then, to our astOnishment, we heard The
hearty tones of BrignOh's voice swell ont
on the night air in 'Di queIla Pir-
from the opera III TrOvatOre He
came toward us, a shadOwy figure in the
darkness, singing Justify. Suddenly he
turned his face fervently toward the stars,
and exclaimed with great so'emnity.
Il thank thee. Lord! My bod- .s
suffered grievOuSlv; but the VOC. all,