Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-06-14

| You acted like an indolent person.
 she cried. Do you know, I felt that you would have banged the heads of
 those men together in another in, stant."
 Their vehicle slackened pace and
 curved toward the pavement in a quiet street.
 | Here I am at home," she said, and l Philip assisted her to alight. | "Oh, my musicv she walled sudden.
 ly. T left it in that horrid cab"
 Philip reIressed smile.
 ''Tell me your name," he said, ''and
 will recover it for you early in the
 morning."
 "Are you sure? Oh, what trouble I I have been! How good you arer'
 Tt is not the least trouble. I took the cabman's number"
 | Indeed, indeed, I am grateful to
 you. My name is Evelyn Atherley. | would ask you to call some day and see my mother, but-but'- You do not wish her to hear of your | adventure tonight? It would frighten l her"
 'Sne would be terrified each time
 went out alone. Believe me, I can Ill | afford hanson, but take one late at | night to please her, as the walk from
 the nearest bus route is lonely" You are singing at the Regents
 hall. I will be there. By the way,
 my name is Philip Anson."
 The girls big eyes-he fancied they
 were blue, but in the dim light he could not be sure-looked into his.
 There was a sparkle of merriment in them, he thought-a quick perception of hint delicately conveyed. But she said quite pleasantly:
 ''My last song is at 1915. I will leave the hall at 10:30. I hope my mother will be with me. will be most pleased to see you there and thank you more coherently than is possible now, especially if you recover my music"
 The quick trot of fast driven horse came round the corner.
 Philip was assuring her that they would certainly meet next evening when hanson pulled up behind the waiting vehicle, and the driver said:
 Beg pawdon, miss, you left this" And he held forth the lost portfolio The cabman was anxious to atone for his share in the nights proceedings.
 Philip tipped him in a manner that caused the man to murmur his renewed regret, but he was sternly told to go. Philips own reward from Miss Ather- ley was a warm handshake and a grateful smile.
 He drove homeward, wondering how he could best help her in her career.
 And she, after kissing her mother good night" went to her room to won. der also, but her wonderment was mix ed with regret. For such a nice young man as Philip Anson must have troops of friends. He must be rich. He must be far removed from the orbit of a girl who, whatever her birth and breeding, was driven in the flower of her youth to earn her living on the concert platform.
 Jowkacsy won his laurels with su. perb ease. Philip, listening to the Pol ish genius, found himself hoping that the fair English girl might achieve some measure of the rapturous ary plause bestowed on the long haired enthusiast. He murmured the thought in guarded commonplace to his musical friend.
 Impossible, my dear fellow" was the instant verdict She is mediocre: just an average singer and no more Music Is divine. but its exploiters suf- fer from the petty jealousies of house maids. Jowkacsy can have no rivals tonight. Eckstein is master, of course, but a 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 a choral society in my county, and we once engaged a leading tenor and a second rate bari l 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 | man looming large across the poster he l absolutely refused to sing a note un- less fresh bills were printed with his l fourteen letters in larger type. And we were compelled to humor him. That Is music from the agents point of I view"
 When Miss Evelyn Atherley advanc- cd 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 aristo- ! crat She was dressed in light blue | chiffon, with spray of forgetmenots | the color of her eyes arranged across the front of her bodice. Anson experi- | 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 l correctly interpreted his description, ! which. indeed. was largely guesswork 1n his part
 A high forehead and q mouth and .hin of patrician mold gave an afr of saste to an otherwise sweetIy pretty 'ace.
 By Jove.- whispered the critic. If he sings as well as she looks. I may ,e mIstakenr