Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1911-02-03
THE HEART CHORDS.

the traits of it's tenants, the great
pile should have been called the Gre
scendo or the NOcturne or something
about Mozart and Meyerbeer. For
the chords always strummed and the
strings forever twanged in the art
crammed Ticonderoga.
Consequently. when Herr Winkler-
hoff, with delicious idea OF moon
light upon shimmering lake In his
head, sat before his grand piano to
preserve the golden idea as master
piece for posterity. there We're the
foot and tinkle of notes from the
Moorish minaret above the tenth
floor to the lordly janltor's quarters
In the basement.
The performers, however, were ar
lists and the medley did not disturb
Herr Otto Winklerhoff. Instead, he
shut his black, snappy eyes. and roll
ing his bushy head upon his should
ers, enticed from the grand piano a
thrice. beautiful set Of opening bars
"Himmel. but it ISIS good" sighed
the professor, in true art ecstacy.
Nit him / will der fortunes to
make
Then he closed the great, burning
eyes again, and, wagging the bushy
head. recommended the divine work of
creation. An airy, seductive waltz
strain came one-tWo-three from the
grand piano and the professor nearly
wobbled off the revolving stool in his
ecstacy. He sighed and chuckled and
bumped his head against the nymphs
in pink and gilt upon the panel, and
From the apartment opposite. a
powerful soprano pealed--a soprano
of wonderful range and purity. but
handled with the utmost contempt
for the black and white notes which
the professor adored, even to the
sixty-fourth degree.
"Ah-ha--he-ha-- CAROL
ed the superb voice in an ascending
scale of atrocious technique; and
Herr Winklerhoff forgot the sheen
of moonbeams on the sapphire lake
and banged his fist down upon three
sharps with a discord that ratified
the picture Of Chopin on the wall
"Dunder und blitzen!" he ragged.
Such noisines-such singings-
oh, ach! My waltz beautiful for
get!"
''Ah--hee--ah-ha- J."
sounded the magnificent soprano, in
Ia nf
Herr Winklerhoff brought both deli
cate hands down upon the keyboard,
producing a boom and blair like a
bar from the Battle Of Marengo,"
then he rushed into the hallway. The
door stood ajar, disclosing lady so
beautiful in her dreamy grace that
the professor forgot his frenzy and
fell down and worshiped.
Herr Winklerhoff surrendered ct
once to Nine. Kemmler And mad
anne, meeting the professor a good
halfway, insisted at times On sing
ing for him. At first Herr Winkler-
hoff would throw up his slim white
hands, and, pleading sudden illness.
rush in artistic shudders from the
room; but, as his love grew beyond
bounds, he acquired the grace to sit
still while all the notes We're butch
cred. Herr Winklerhoff cherished
this one thought:
when Eta lofes me shust the
same like | am her lofing, then she
will sing right her notes." And the
,ink
the beautiful heart song which should
celebrate the coming Of love.
At last he had the ballad-as
dreamy and enticing as ever drifted
| out from the Blue Danube-and on
that day Herr Winklerhoff spoke his
heart to Nine. Eta, spoke with the
| fervor of the love ballad In his gut.
| teral tones and the soul of the artist
| shining from his black eyes. And
| Nine. Eta responded in tremulCus
| tones so that Herr Winklerhoff. hav-
| ing the quick artistic instinct, knew
at once that the hour of love had
come.
| 'Etta"-,-,he cried, "to der piano
come quick-und sing NIT passion!''
And, dragging Nine. Eta into the
studio, he played-once that the di'
vine chords might sink into the very
soul of madame, and again that she
might sing. And madame lifted up
that grand, encompassing soprano
and rendered every note so true and
so compelling that on the fourth
floor young Bergers dropped his
flute and Liederkamp. the German
barber. ceased THE Spanish Cava
lier' on the big tuba to listen in en-
| chantment.
"Ach, lofe!" cried the professor
''Lofe ISIS der king of miracles!"
The Nine. Eta, the newborn opera
star. sang the heart-bailad over the
second time, in low-toned sublimity
for the ear of Herr Winklerhoff alone
Stuart B. Stone.