The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-04-24

programme into bits and letting them futter into
the aisle beside him. Eours girls holding hands and
gazing far tae distance the music was creating
for them; famous sculptor cropping the air with
his fingers. IS if striving to model what he heard:
an arts; who had cone TO sketch portrait of the
vr,uaso s.t;.as there his pad on his lap his pencil
poised To- he stroke that never came because he
was rcyc2r in sounds thai stirred his soul: the blond
critic, his head bowed low listening listening listen
i2g as is he. NO had followed everything in music
tor 2-&r.er o. century. had heard aught so
wonderful.
All this Isaacs heard and saw like one in a trance
On and that marvellous violin like q voice
another world till at last it seemed to expire
in low half-brokcn sob then a glissando of weird
harmozcs. il the strings were spun moonlight
kissed by the ray Of star: then the G string the
lowest note Of the instrument. vibrating with the
moan OF lost soul-and the music ceased,
There was a silence. OF those breathless cli-
makes Of rapture Then the rush OF the storm-ths
audience beside itself with bursting
ovation. the like OF which never before had been
heard within the walls of the concert hall
Overcome by this, the eliminating episode Of an
eyentful day, saacs staggered back artists
and weak a child sank into a chair. The
din still kept up. Now and then it stopped and he
heard the violin again-encore after Then
there was mere flicker few sporadic handclaps.
and he knew the lights had been turned down and
the audience forced dispense.
In the artists Isaacs, his eyes fixed on
the door. 1t opened and closed like flash, and be-
fore him stood the vrtuoso. lank and pale his
emaciated in clothes of old fashioned and &c
centric cut, long talon-ke hands clutching the
violin, the other the bow the thin chin resting on a
huge stock the hawk-ke exaggerated out Of all
proportion the black hair draped over his head and
rolling his shoulders like pail. Month? No!
Paganni-the living counterpart OF the dasLerreo-
type! The apparition strobe toward Isaacs. 1t was
quite close He felt cold breath as If from the
presence CT the dead hand reached out and touched
his face. 1t was like a lump of ice.
shver passed through Isaacs. He fought to rise
from the chair. Suddenly, in the warm, brilliantly
lighted artists room he saw the conductor an empty
glass his hand standing before him.
Are you all right now. Mr.. Isaac? They wanted
to send for q doctor, but knew a dash OF cold water
would bring you around guess the excitement was
too much for you. No wonder. It's been a marvellous
night, marvellous"
The room was crowded with orchestra players who
striving excitedy to wiring the virtuoso's hand
Is2acs still was somewhat dazed but the sight OF the
from the box office with big tin box in his
hand restored him to his
"A record house. Mr. Isaacs." said the man. and
we're sold for the whole series,"
Just then the blond critic pushed his way through
the crowd "Isaacs, he cried out in his enthusiasm
that story you sent about Monti being Paganini
to life again-it's true man. every word Of It.
Look at him. listen to him I'm going to print 1t in
the morning. BY the way, hear you've had turn.
How are you?"
oh guess I'm all right" Isaacs answered cheer
fully The big tin box, the story promised for the
morning, would have raised him from the dead.
At last the excitement began to subside The critic
hurried of followed by the conductor. The orchestra
players withdrew to the nearest temple Of Gam
brinus.
Isaacs and Month alone, the latter now full Of
life and his eyes shining his manager empted the
big box and began counting the money. When Isaacs
had figured up the receipts he counted on thousand
dollars showed the bills over to the violinist and
stuffed bigger wad into his pocket AS he did
so he felt curious tngling sensation in the palm OF