Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-10-26


toes, watching her left foot. Schell sat
with his eyes fixed on the floor of the box.
He dared not look.
y hush came over the house, which had
guessed that here was to be an attempt at a
vocal altitude record. The singer took a
high note-the final one in the song, appar-
emily. Frankel heard it. To his unframed
but eager ear the girl had not sung anything
higher than Mademoiselle AIarvelloso- he
doubted if she had done as well. The ten
thousand looked pretty good. He Won
dered if he could force Schell out of business
and tale him into the combination. He
would be a valuable man. The Trust needed
just that sort Of
What was this? The singer had not fin
ishedo Far from it! She was standing there,
her BODY erect, her right hand pressed to her
heart her head raised, her feet planted
firmly as if for a superhuman effort. She
sang the same high note as before, and then
in the stiffness of the expectant auditorium
rose a sound that thrilled incredulous ears.
Up, up, up, went the thrilling notes. as a
skylark sings when mounting toward the
sun. Up, up, up, still up-until there f1oated
out one note, clear shrill, and full-a achole
octdve higher than the tone that FrdnRet had
thought audS her best.
Nobody there in that moment of excite
ment could say what the note was. There
was no need to label it. All knew that it was
tones and tones higher than anything that
had ever issued from human throat before.
Frankel knew it. He did not stop to argue.
With wave of his hand he rose and quit the
house, and was out in the street, piling into
a taxicab, long before the applauding audi
ence had allowed the triumphant singer to
seek her dressing room.
AFADEMOISELLE MARVELLOSO was
A'A withdrawn from the bill at the Nam
moth overnight. A sore throat had made
her indisposed, said the papers, the same
papers that printed the story of Signorina
Woolworthia's great achievement. The lat
ter remained at the Pa1atial all week, pack
ing the house and enjoying undisputed hon
ors. But on Saturday after the matinee a
stagehand from the Pa1atial, who had been
trying Intellectually all week to drop bit of
scenery on Signorina Woolworthia in order
to earn the money promised him by Frankel,
came to see him at the Mammoth. He
handed the Trust magnate pretty yellow
shoe-the left one.
"What the dickens is this?" asked Frankel
looking at the shoe.
The stagehand mopped his honest brow,
and said "All that's left of Signorina
Woolworthia!"
Good God!" cried Frankel. Il didn't
tell you to murder the gall
The stagehand smiled, and in his untechni-
cal way explained. And when he had finished
Frankel gave him some honest money, babe
him begone, and called up Maxey Conheim.
Hello, Maxey!" he said. Il want you and
Signorina Woolworthia and Bill Schell to go
to dinner with me about nine o'clock tonight
why, it can't be done, Mr.. Frankel,
said Maxey. "Ain't you forgettin' this is
Saturday, How about tonight's show"
@Signorina Woolworthia don't appear to-
night" said Frankel calmly. ave got her
left shoe in my hand right now!'
"Oh!" gasped NIaxey.
well, how about the dinner
as it on the level?'
at sure is"
Gan we bring Dave?a
"Who's Dave?'
Dave? Why, he's the fellow at the other
end of the shoe!'
WHILE disappointed audience learned
+" that Signorina Woolworthia would not
appear that night, owing to an injury to her
foot, the diva herself, in company with Fran
KEEL as host, Schell. Maxey, and Dave
O'Brien, sat over the remains OF nice din
ner, while Dave explained it all.
you see, he said, AL We had to do was
this: had the lady sing for me, and then