New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-04-17

wei. WHAT n II. \ IdlNt III pay! demanded the
1t = better than raise. Samuels replied The
lady from up town elephoned 10 have a table for six
reserved for tonight. She, coming down with
Bauer, with Bauer. he emphasized. and She wants
of Israel for him
The squeezed all the anger out Of Altchewski.
The lines of his face relaxed. pleasant dreaminess
creIt over his features Ruth Ruth he called.
You may come III. Did You hear, he lady from
up town has kept her promise. Bauer will hear
YOU play tonight. Our DAY has come
Ruth found her father pacing W and down the
room IN an ecstasy Of anticipation His mind eaped
~l,ward. high above the clouds into "a heaven of
happiness which re~oundcd with the triumph of
AltchevsIi
''Mv genius will he transmitted 10 the world
through YOU he -aid 10 the daughter, returning to
earth for moment. Now shall receive the
reward of >truggl -.
Remember the mlserie~ Of delu>iNe eNreCta-
ton. cautioned SaUuel~.
'Delu,lye dclu~ive ga,ped the composer No
longer dclusize' They viii be realized tonight My
daughter viii leave the ruG OF the eating house for
the higher sphere OF art and Il viii be hailed
the great composer. Ruth. he murmured.
emancipation is at hand. He has only to hear YOU
to- recognize Your genius. You VIII not he q restau-
rant fiddler much longer
Envraprcd in his fancy. he father was uncon-
Scious OF the soft radiance his daughter she'd on
Samucls. When ne became of the Young
man presence again. he forgot his antpathy for the
~uitor in his gratitude 10 the messenger who had
brought the good news that Bauer, leader of the
Philharmonic. would hear Ruth play the composition
Of her father.
Now do YOU see how ridiculous it is for YOU to
hope win her, Atchcueki declared. " Don't YOU
st why She cannot tie herself to You re .
good Young man. IN way. but shes an
artist. a genius, my daughter and my pupil. We
have the soul Of the musician. that the soul of the
poet You have the gros~ soul of the eating house
man. You cannot help il. Tor our God has ordained
IL 20.
Rats" grovled The young man derisiyey as he
LETT.
SAMUELS. proprietor Of the Golden Fleece restau
- rant. eyed the long Of his eating house
al the same time smiling welcome the diner
who began TO >traggc in. The place had undergone
"A pleasant transformation in the last SiN months
The red wall paper had given way 10 panels of Vorl
and gold with borders Of entwincd. leaves framing
the painted cher1ils disporting downy clouds.
CLUSTERS Of electric lights pccring from behind paper
foliage. replaced the old battered chandeliers and
she'd their -uhdu,d beams the gScning polish Of
the new chars. on The unworn carpet, and on the
round table,. Immediately white with their
Of linen
The 81 prosperity Was shining on samuel.
Steadily hc had raised the price IF hi meals
thirty FIVE cents 10 ,tlt nt, five. thereby edgng
the old customers and gathering 10 himself the elite
Of the East the Dung lawyers doctors. manu-
facturcrs shoIkcerer-. and q ,rink my Of the higher
paid musicians Nlddish journalists. and actors.
Also. automobiles stopped not nfrc,ucntv IN front
Of the door and deposited partic> from NJ, town.
With the genial familiarity IT the restaurant
TOW, ard ms regular patrons. Samuelo sat down
table al which GROUP II I've Was struggling with
the soup
"Wcil " he began ah-tractrdlv Il picked NJ.
bcggar and found genus.
@Arropo, Of what" dravlcd Pin,u, the poet.
whose verse. published IN pamphlet form, had
phenomenal sale
Sanucs icrkcd hi- thumb IN the direction Of the
little platform at one end Of the room. Ruth
seated the piano the violin m her hand waiting
To- play her first number Being the yirtuu-o of the
place she PLAYED onlN five solos each night the rest
Of the music Icing furnished 10y vioinis; cchst.
q German whose thI,E tupcT9 swept the strings of