The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-09-27
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just an average singer and no more.
Music is divine, but its explolters suf.
Ter from the petty jealousies of house
maids. Jowkacsy can have no rivals
tonight Eckstein Is master, of course,
but necessary evil as an accompa-
MIST. The other artists are mere fill
ups-good or they would not be here,
but not In the front rank. Listen. |
am connected with choral society in
my county, and we once engaged n
leading tenor and a second rate bari.
tone. The tenor had a name with four
teen letters, and the baritone only own.
ed four. The unfortunate local printer
selected his type to fill the lines ON the
bills by size and not by merit. The
moment the tenor saw the four letter
pan looming large across the poster he
absolutely refused to sing a note un-
less fresh bills were printed with his
fourteen letters in larger type. And
we were 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 a woman so
beautiful. She had the grace of a per-
feet figure and the style Of an arlsto-
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 thrill Of pleasure when he saw
that the bouquet he caused to be for
warded to her contained flowers Of a
kindred hue. The skill of the florist had
correctly interpreted his description.
which, indeed, was largely guesswork
on his part
A high forehead and a 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
ga Summer Night" Instantly it was
perceptible that her voice was true.
the outpouring 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 a
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 q douche of
accurate judgment
1.-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 Leoni, and she
might, If all went WE'LL be axstar."
His nearer chafed inwardfy, but only
ready singer of rare intensity, while
as for appearance
"Ah, there you are right" was the
ready rejoinder. 1.-THE Gayety is her
right place. She would be admirable
in light opera"
The conversation languished. The
suggestion that Miss Atherley was
best fitted for the stage was displeas-
ing to Philip. He scarce knew why.
The girl was given a hearty encore,
and her next song was simple hui
morous little ballad about miller and
a maid. 1t was charmingly sung and
acted. The critic leaned back in his
chair and smiled at Philip with the in
dulgent air Of the man who says:
II told you So"
Soon Philip rose to go.
"Good heavens, man, you do not in
tend to leave before Jowkacsy plays
the suite in f minor?" queried his
amazed acquaintance.
"Sorry. have an engagement"
He quilted the hall, his tall figure
riveting good many eyes as he made
his way toward an exit. One man,
watching from the gallery, smiled Gym
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
ly running lest he had incurred a repri-
mand for not being ON the lookout for
his master at the entrance.
In a very little time Miss Atherley
appeared, and with her handsome
elderly lady, who was quite obviously
ncI fuOtucI. Lie girl was Tduidut. one
never expected a cordial reception from
a high class audience. such as gathered
to worship the violinist.
Mother DEAR" she cried, "this Is Mr..
Arson, who very kindly came to my
assistance when cabman gave me
dome trouble last night"
Mrs. Atherley gave him 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 merrily.
you have answered your own ques-
ton, carissima. That is precisely why
I did not tell you
"Miss Atherley was good enough to
permit me to meet you here after the
concert" put in Philip, 80 that l
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
me q chance OF telling you how much