Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-25

come down out ot the clouds. come around
to old Tom and his steady love for you.
Jewel was not insensible to the grave kind
ness with which Tom took leave of her. She
looked after him half regretfully as she
waited for her car and he strobe down to
5Oth-st. to take an elevated train.
But her passing remorse only increased
her irritation toward Tom, who had pricked
her bubble of exaltation. and she rode down
Sixth-ave. full of anger for her patient lover.
FOR six weeks Jewels life was bounded on
the north, south, east, and west by re-
citals, concerts, and the opera. Wherever
Signor Abelard sang, there was she, sleeping
her senses in the charm of his really remark
able voice, in imagination consecratlng her
life to him in throes of utter self devotion.
1t came upon Jewel almost as blow
when Daisy Redmond proposed, in quite
matter of fact way, to take her round to the
stage after one of the afternoon recitals and
introduce Signor Abelard to her.
"He teaches my sister; SO there's no
trouble in getting at him" said Daisy.
"How queer YOU look, Are you sick!
You're all spotted red and white"
"I'm-I'm rather dizzy. said Jewel truth
fully. "You never told me that you knew
Signor Abelard"
Didn't l? Very likely not: probably
never thought of it. He's pretty uninter-
esting. When he isn't singing he might as
we'll be dead. never shall understand how
people with no brains sing and act as they
do. Come on. Don't you want to- added
Daisy.
Did she want to? Jewel could not tell
She rose, longing vet fearing to meet her
ideal, and followed her guide, trembling in
every limb, the hat she was too bewildered
to replace still in her hand.
She found herself murmuring something
as she extended her hand to be clasped-by
him She heard that voice repeat her name;
she summoned courage and raised her eyes
to the large black ones above her. He was
not so beautiful at shorter range. Even IN
that first glance level was conscious that
there was something one might wish differ
ent in the lines about the nose and lips. They
were not clear cut, nor-could it be'-per-
fectly refined.
YOU like to hear me sing" demanded
the tenor.
Eyes, Signor Abelard. Jewel said family.
The great man frowned. "Only yes" he
said. Diet me tell you hat better voice
den dat fat De Reszke. | am de greatest
tenor in dis vorlt."
Il have often thought that you must be
greater than any in the next world Signor,
said foolish Jewel, plucking up heart.
The tenor's brow cleared; this praise was
nearly commensurate with his vanity.
Eyes" he said. Il am glad you see dose
things right. Vat you tink? My doctor
Won't let me eat no more suppers, Miss Red
mond. Is not that schreeklieh, Miss Red
mond?'
"Pretty hard laughed Daisy.
"But you lean on the soul OF Beethoven,
you are fed by the genius of the masters!
cried Jewel rapturously. mo one can inter
pref them as you do. How marvelously you
sang that Tristan aria."
"You like it 1t is a bretty song, said
the great man indiferently.
(which do you love better, Beethoven or
Wagner" cried Jewel eagerly.
"Ach, don't know Dey bot pig men.
1t makes holdings out vich you sing. Dey
bot make you sweat to sing dose interludes.
| guess one day I'll sing only nice songs, init
tunes-not dose things vat strain your
voice Ven | made all de moneys | need |
drop all dis grand opera and sing afternoons
only to brettv girls like you at two fifty or
tree dollars head!' And Paolo Abelard
leered horribly.
Jewel turned sick; she felt half faint.
Vulgar, sordid, stupid. Was this the incar-
nation of song, the artist she had idealized?
And at this moment a rotund young woman
in jetted green waist and with multltudin-