The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1907-12-09

"Adair has got one of his fits on"
whispered Germont, a young French
'CellOist, with a smile, addressing him
self to a fellow countryman. Did you
notice how he stared at Nine. GiOlitti?"
Yes" answered Jean Fortunac, who
played the horns. Then he added
What a stupid craze it is, to be sure,
this custom of adopting foreign names
for singers! | know something about
Nine. Giolitti"
Tell us it. Fortunac."
In a moment his confreres had gath
cred around, all wildly excited to learn
something Of the history of the beauti-
full prima donna, who. by two per-
formances had brought Berlin to her
feet
oh, 1t isn't much,' laughed For
tunac. "She is German, that is all.
1t is the strangest thing out. My land
lady used to live in Milan, where she
ran wine shop. and let lodgings. She
declares that Nine. Giolitti and her
French mother"
"Ah, her mother was French, then %
IF you interrupt you can tell the
story YOURSELF said Fortunac, posing
with one hand upon his hip. Yes
her mother was French, though she
spoke perfect German too. Well.
Nine. Giolitti, then a little girl, and
her mother lodged with my worthy
landlady at Milan. The mother called
herself Nine Savorin-"
A startled cry interrupted the
speaker. He glanced in the direction
from which it came, and noticed that
Philip Adair had joined the group of
listeners. But he looked as gloomy
and as solemn as ever, and Fortunac
concluded that the cry could not have
come from him.
And it was at Milan that Madame
learned to sing and to speak Italian?"
said Germont, wishing to get to the
end Of the story.
Yes, boorish fool" cried Fortunac,
in a rage And since you haven't the
politeness to wait and hear the end,
you can guess how Nine. Savorin man
aged to support herself whilst attend
ing to the musical education Of her
child"
And he stalked maiestically out of
the dressing room, and made hts way
up into the street where he could
smoke a cigarette until the bell sum-
moned the orchestra in.
Il will tell you how Madame sup
ported herself
1t was Philip Adair who spoke. His
face was livid. His eyes were blazing
with smouldering fire, His comrades
stared at him in establishment.
She left the man who worshipped
her, who would have died for her. -
the violinist went on in quick hurried
jerks, and she took her child with
her. She killed his ambition, his love,
and ruined his life. She was heart
less, selfish and counted upon her
beauty, the beauty which she sold for
her livelihood. Piece the portions of
the story together and you have the
whole"
With that he walked away.
No one had ever heard the violinist
speak at such length before. The mu-
sicians looked at each other in won
derment.
"Savorin, Savorin!" said one of
them, searching the almost dried-uF
cells Of his memory; Why, that was
the name Of the beautiful woman who
married Philip Legrande, the virtuoso
whose violin playing took all Berlin by
storm over twenty years ago. What
has become of him? Can it be possible
that"
And he looked at the door through
which Philip Adair had vanished.
At the stage door the bell was
changing The violinist, who had gone
up to the door, scarcely seemed TO
heed the summons. He saw Germont
and Fortunac crossing the street in
hurry.
Fortunac was laughing.
Il tell you ii is true" he was saying,
"Mires is in love with her. and she
with him. There will be a big scandal
presently A Mires-Giolitti affair.
She supped with him last night and
the night before, privately, at his no
tel. She was not seen TO leave
The violinist heard no more. but
what he had heard convulsed him,
and his face was livid and the veins
! IN his neck stood out like cords when