The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1909-10-23
By
GUS Az KOBBE

programme into bits and letting them nutter into
the aisle beside him; young girls holding hands and
gazing far into the distance the music was creating
for Them famous sculptor cropping in the air with
his fingers, as IL striving to model what he heard;
an artist who had come to sketch rorasit Of the
vrtuoso sitting there his pad on his lap his pencil
poised for the stroke that never came because he
reveling in sounds that stirred his soul the blond
critic, his head bowed low listening listening listen
ing, as If he, who had followed everything in music
for quarter OF century. never had heard aught
wonderful ~ .=+st. s So.
All this 1saacs heard and saw like one ina trance.
On and went that marvellous violin like a voice
from another world, till at last 1t seemed expire
in low half broken sob, then glissando Of weird
harmonics, as II 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 a lost soul-and the music ceased.
There a silence, OF those breathless c-
makes Of rapture. Then the rush Of the sstorm-the
audience beside itself with excitement bursting into
ovation, the like of which before had been
heard within the walls Of the concert hall b
Overcome by this the eliminating episode OF an
eventful day. Isaacs staggered back into the artists
room and weak as child, sank into a chair The :
din still kept up. Now and then. IT. stopped and he
heard the violin again-encore after encore Then
there was a mere flicker, few sporadic handclaps,
and he knew the lights had been turned down and
the audience forced to dispense. - 5.,G. -
In the artists room sat Isaacs, his eyes fixed
the door. It opened and closed like fash, and be-
fore him stood the virtuoso lank and pale his
emaciated form in clothes Of oldfashioned and &C.
centric cut long taon-like hands, cutchng, the
violin, the other the bow, the thin chin resting
huge stock the hawklike exaggerated out Of all
proportion the black hair draped his head and
rolling over his shoulders like pail. MONT? No!
Paganini-the living counterpart Of the daguerreo-
type! The apparition strobe toward Isaacs. It was
quite close He felt cold breath as if from the
presence of the dead hand reached out and touched
his face It was like a lump Of ice. > -
A shiver passed through Isaacs. He fought to rise
from the chair. Suddenly, in the warm, brilliantly
lighted artists room he the conductor, empty
glass in his hand, standing before him. - #s =
fare you all right now, Mr.. 1saacs? They wanted
to send for doctor but knew dash cold water
would bring you around. guesssthe excitement was
too much for you. No wonder IT'S been q marvellous
4 night maryelous!" . tt- s- z
The room was crowded with orchestra players who
were striving excitedly to wiring viruosos hand.
saacs still somewhat dazed but the sight of the
man from the box Office with big tin box in his
hand restored him to his senses. E
record house. Mr.. 1saacs" said the man, land
we're sold out for the whole aseries!" e.
Just then the blond critic pushed his way through
the crowd. 'Isaacs, he cried out in his enthusiasm
that story you sent us about Monh being Paganini
come to life agan-it's true man, every word Of 1t.
Look, at him, listen to him. I'm going to print it in
the morning. By he<way, I hear you've had a turn.
How are your? t.@ "a. .=zI s.. SE ~
+ ooh, guess I'm all right" 1saacs 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 off, followed by the conductor. The orchestra
players withdrew to the nearest temple Of Cam
brinus Il IT,: tS<#s: n = s. 81
Isaacs and Monti alone the latter now full Of
life and his eyes shining his manager emptied the
big box and began counting the money. When Isaacs
had figured up the receipts he counted OF thousand
dollars, showed the bills over to the vionist and
stuffed bigger wad into his own pocket As he did
he felt curious tngling sensation in the palm q