The evening world., 1914-02-21
MARY GARDEN HAS ! AZ GRIP;
PUTNAM cRiSWolo NOT WELL
Mary Garden has the grip. She tel.
egraphed yesterday from the Ritz.

over. the appreciation Of the throng
plause.
Braun was on his feet. clapping his
huge hands with reports like pistol
shots. He paused In the very act of
bringing his palms together. AZ he be-
held Wilhelm Tolner, tho son in law
OF his selection and Of Dorothea's re-
lection. advancing toward him, lis
face waxen pale. his eyes starting
from his head. his lips parted as II
he would scream: and he elbowed
and kicked his way. without man
he reached Herr Braun's side. But
before he could speak the screen
was folded back and radiant vision
stepped forward. Golden hair rippled
from beneath the winged helmet, blue
eyes flashed from under level brows.
The steel OF the corselet moulded q
strong. 1.-THE body. the flowing white
robe disclosed y classic length of
limb. In her vigorous young hand
the spear Of light seemed o hitting
sceptrc: She stood for . moment.
daughter Of the gods. But the blue
eyes were wet with tears, and they
sought In humble pleading the face
OF Herr Braun. the delicatessen pur-
veyor Of Third avenue. Herr Braun
gaaped and crumpled. He felt him.
self surrounded by a vast conspiracy,
which was indeed the fact. He was
bewildered and furious. He realized
that he. and not DOrothea ON the
platform. was the centre Of all at
tention. He glanced at Sophie. Was
she. too. In this disgraceful, under
hand manoeuvring to publicly force
q rec0gniti0nf Que glance at her
stricken face aisproved 1t.
Then suddenly Brunhilde burst into
song, wild. defiant, glorious as the
lightning. sustained and powerful as
the tempest. She glowed with the ma /
Joy OF battle. Instinctively dramatic
TO her finger tips. Dorothea sang
Brunhildas challenge as her father
would have II sung.
Vanished to every eye were the four
green walls Of the beer hall, with its
book posters and portraits OF Kaiser
and Chancellor. The blue tobacco
smoke became the rolling clouds that
screen Valhalla. "Durch sturm und
drang." the triumphant young voice
rang out, dominant. matchless The
orchestra stormsd Its sweeping tenn
pest Of tense strings. shrieked and
walled. lifting. lifting on furious
storm driven wings Of sound.
4uo musbC BTlppou HOT braun.
Emotion and INA sination triumphed.
by q strange fusion Of feelings he
became Wotan, father Of the rebel.
lious Brunhilde, best beloved of all
his daughters. He gloried In her mag
nincence. Even her defiance was the
courage he loved, the steadfastness Of
the uncomfortable soul.
With a glowing shout Of triumph.
amid the furious gallopade OF the
stampeded horse OF air the selection
ended. Tho dream was over.
Braun found himself amid tho up
roar that followed to he but q leaf in
the wind of enthusiasm. Tho wind
took him up and landed him ON the
platform beside Dorothea.
The hlus gleam of battle had faded
from her eyes. They were dark now
and very human. Braun's hands went
out, and the warrior goddess became
o fearful. happy little girl. Bruder-
sel's coup d'ctat" was . complete suc-
cess.
"Dorothea; Dorothea!" II was WILL
helm To!ner who spoke. You have
come back to Moves"
Braun looked down upon the would
Be son In law.
will. I'm. you shame met" lie burs.
forth furiously. A fine kind of =
eisGfrisd youi Gsd oudi" For Brun-
hilAs had turned her father into . god
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