Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1907-12-04

er from the petty jealousies of house
maids. JowkacSy can have no rivals
onight Eckstein lisa master, of course.
out necessary evil as an accompa-
list. The other artists are mere fill
or they would not be here,
but not in the front rank. Listen.
I'm connected with Il choral society in
ny county, and we once engaged a
eadmg tenor and Il second rate bari
tone. The tenor had IL name with four
zen letters, and the baritone only own.
III four. The unfortunate local printer
selected his type to fill the lines on the
bills by size and not by merit. The
the tenor saw the four letter
man looming large across the poster he
absolutely refused to sing a note I'M
less fresh bills We're printed with his
fourteen letters in larger type. And
we We're compelled to humor him. That
Is music from the agents point OF
view"
When Miss Evelyn Atherley advanc-
ed to the front of the platform Philip
thought he had never seen n woman so
beautiful. She had the grace of q per-
feet figure and the style of an aristo.
crat. She was dressed in light blue
chiffon, with a spray of forgetmenots
the color of her eyes arranged across
the front of her bodice. Arson expert
enced a thrill of pleasure when he saw
that the bouquet he caused to be for
warded to her contained flowers Of n
kindred hue. The skill of the florist had
correctly interpreted his description,
which, indeed, was largely guesswork
on his part.
A high forehead and mouth and
chin of patrician mold gave an air of
caste to an otherwise sweetly pretty
face.
by Jove," whispered the critic, ''if
she sings as well as she looks, may
be Mistaken
Her first song was Goring Thomas
"a Summer Night" Instantly it was
perceptible that her voice was true.
the outpourng of a soul. In volume it
was in no way remarkable, but its me-
lodious cadence was fresh, innocent,
virginia.. The notes were those of q
joyous bird.
Arson, biased by other sentiments,
thought he had never heard her equal,
but his friend, after joining in his Wig
orous applause, gave him douche OF
accurate Judgment
'The old story" he growled-"a fine
artist retarded, perhaps spoiled, by the
need to make too early an appearance.
She wants year in Milan. another
year with Randegger or T.eoni, and she
might, if all went well, be a star"
His nearer chafed inwardly, but only
haZarled the opinion that she was al
ready Il singer of rare intensity, while
as for appearance
'Ah, there You are right" was the
ready rejoinder. ,''Tlc Gaynty is her
right place. She would DO admirable
in light opera"
The conversation languished. The
suggestion that Miss Atherley was
best fitted for the stage was displcas-
ing to Philip. He source knew why.
The girl was given Il hearty encore,
and her next song was a simple hu-
morous little ballad about a miller and
a maid. 1t was cllarmingly sung and
acted. The critic leaned back IN his
chair and smiled at Philip with tho in
dulgent air of the man who says:
81 told YOU So
Soon Philip rose to go.
"Good heavens, man. you do not in
tend to leave before Jowkacsy plays
the suite in i minor?' queried his;
amazed acquaintance.
Sorry. have an engagement"
He quilted the hall. his tall figure
riveting a good many eyes as he made
his way toward an exit. One man,
watching from the gallery, smiled cyn-
ically and rose at the same time.
Philip found the foyer to be practical
ly deserted. He asked policeman on
duty to call Mr.. Anson's carriage from
the ranks, and a footman came, quick
~ running lest he had incurred repri-
lnand for not being on the lookout for
his master at the entrance
III Il very little time Miss Atherley
appeared, and with her q handsome
elderly lady, who was quite obviously
her mother The girl was radiant. She
never expected Il cordial reception from
a high class audience. such as gathered
to worship the violnist.
Mother dear" she cried, "ths is Mr..
Arson, who very kindly came to my
assistance when Il cubman gave me
some trouble last night"
Mrs. Atlicrley gave lin pleasant
greeting, but turned to her daughter.
why didn't you tell me of any dis
pute when you returned home? You
know how nervous | am when you are
out at night
The girl laughed merriy.
You have answered your own ques-
ton, carissima. That is precisely why
| did not tell YOU
Miss Atherley was good enough to
permit me to meet you here after the
concert" put in Philip, $50 that |
might add my assurances to her own
that the affair was of no consequence
1t is early yet. Will you come with
me for some supper. and thus give
Inc chance Of telling you how mucl
l enjoyed your daughters singing?'
Wise Philip to pay court to thu
mother.
Mrs. Atherley, in no way deceived
yet gratiiied by the Difference shown
to lfer, gave the girl a questioning
glance.
"Oh, do let US 90, mammal l an
famished, | candidly admit it. MI
Arson, / have subsisted since lunch
con without morsel"
I'VE will be delighted"- began thu
older lady, but her attention was at
tracted by the footman holding opel
the door Of the carriage.
rs that carriage yours?" she said t,
Philip.
"Yes."
Where do we sup?'
"-At the Savoy"
| She flushed slightly.
Not the Savoy" she faltered.
why not, mother:' cried the cir
| spiritedly. MIR. Arson, my mothc
| does not care to meet associates Of
Of other days. l tell her she think
far too much of these considerations
| Why should she fear to face them sim