The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1912-01-03


dred and one different names in as
many different corners of this earth
! of ours. but whose name in the old
| family Bible. back home, happened to
be Thomas Patrick Leighton. was not
| man to blunder. He realized that
he must go carefully with her Grace
! OF Caddington. But so skilfully did
| he play his cards that before the bugle
sounded for dinner the next night, he
/ was invited to sit with the ducal party
| on the sunny promenade deck And
| there he left the mother severely to
| herself. and spent the afternoon in
telling the little girls the most wonder
full Irish folk-stories.
Why don't you tell some of those
little tales at the ships concert. Mr..
| Adair??" Lady Caddington asked
| abruptly, when he had finished most
delightful, wholly whimsical story. to
| the eager chorus of "More!" from the
! children.
oh now, you know | couldn't do
that" he said. smiling at her with his
kindly blue eyes. Il beg of you not to
mention such thing, Lady Cadding-
| ton"
I'm tired of hearing Lucia sung by
| third-rate prima-donnas." announced
the duchess who is this Elvira de
Pasquali, anyway
She is Portuguese mezzo, have
heard" returned Adair. land she is en-
gagged to sing in America"
Metropolitan? questioned Lady
Caddington quickly, suspicious light
flashing suddenly in her cold blue eyes.
No. Either in Boston or Chicago
Il am not sure which" he answered.
Il can find out for you, tAough. | do
not know the lady myself, but Captain
Lachase does. Have you heard her
sing?"
No Have your" she asked bluntly.
Yes. She was singing 'Pagliaccl'
In the salon last evening That Hun
garian violinist was accompanying
her. 1t was rather fine, thought.
Captain Lachase tells me Media is
her favorite role"
The duchess shook herself angrily.
Il hate those kind of people-women
who sing and write and act" she said
Il have no patience with them. A
woman's place is in her home"
Yes. But Captain Lachase was tell
L
yesterday he said gently. Her life
has been very unhappy. very hard.
Her husband ran away to South
America with a yiennese danseuse,
and left her penniless. with a little
son to care for. He said she deserved
lot of credit. She had been trampled
under foot SO long, until this Ameri-
can engagement came. Yes, I think
her voice is good. but she is not
pretty, and she is no longer young
How can woman remain young
and keep her good looks when she is
forced to live with a brute?" the
duchess cried bitterly. I'll wish
Madame de Pasauali was going to sing
at the Metropolitan this winter. My
father has box there. you know
When Adair said good night that
evening and looked in the grand salon
before going to his stateroom, he
smiled to himself at the scene around
the piano at the far end of the apart
ment. Elyira de Pasquali had been
singing, and the llama-haired Hun
garian, three Madame Knickerbockers,
and thin spinster from Back Bay
were crowding around her, extrava-
giant with compliments.
IuCh tIC VI tut,uSSc ulBZZU sfull6u
graciously. and consented to sing once
more; and Adair. well in the shadow,
stopped to listen
He was surprised himself and he
had known Rosie Blake for nearly ten
years. True. she had graced the
chorus Of a Broadway show upon one
occasion, and again had sung the
Gypsy Queen in wildcat production
of THE Bohemian Girl" but the man
ner in which she handled Leoncavallo's
colorful music gave him a moment Of
genuine surprise.
"If Harlequin thy columbine has
stolen,
Laugh, PunchinelIo, and the world
will cry bravo"
She was dressed in red and black.
a flaming scarlet gown trimmed with
heavy jet ornaments She looked tall
er, too, and the black wig and the
beaded lashes gave her the proper
Latin coloring needful to the charac-
ter. Adair could not help but admire
her effects. In one corner of the salon.
with violin accompaniment, her
voice was good, sweet, warm. but
small. That it would be lost entirely
in the vast auditorium of theatre.
her audience did not stop to think.
She sang in French, which language
she handled perfectly. but nobody had
| ever heard her speak a word of her
| mother tongue. Perhaps this was Just
| as well, since nobody aboard ship
understood the Portuguese language.
/ This is why Elvira de Pasquali was a
! Portuguese prima-donna instead OF a
French one or Spanish, or an Ital.
ian diva
1t did not surprise Adair in the least
| when Lady Caddington expressed de-
sire TO know Madame de Pasquali. 1t
had been arranged back in the little
| Sussex cottage that she should, even
as the voyage, day by day. had been
! arranged and rehearsed days before
they set foot on the Puritania. Tom
/ had told Rosie then that the wicked
husband, the Viennese dancer and the
little son would fetch her grace sooner
or later Their plan" made up bit
by bit as carefully as picture puzzle,
and fitting together as smoothly as