Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-06-01

plunged into rage Of his own Great
ing, but Madame flashed him a warn
ing look as Ann sank back in her
chair.
q my dear" in che great sopranos
voice were all the tones that had
quickened tears in the hearts Of au-
diences throughout the world, you
must not make 1t any harder than 1t
Is already. Don't you know that
understand; that I am woman, and
that I understand your pain at part
1ng?" She moved a step closer, plac-
ing her hand upon AIMS shoulder
and turning upon the two men.
You have your choice, Mr.. Merwin
-milkman or a Voice. had the
choice and Voice won. II has brought
me fame. wealth, honor, glory; it has
lost me all that my heart would have
clung to die I consider happiness
alone do not say that 1t is always
so but the price OF fame is often mis-
cry. The price of Fame must be paid
and Fame is hard bargainer."
Ann looked up eagerly, timidly, yet
with a strange ferocity to catch the
impression upon her husband. What
she read upon his face filed her with
swift self-reproach.
''I think 1 understand" She whis-
pered softly. "I want the fame for
him"
The singer stopped and picked up
the little worsted shoe, turning 1t over
and over in her hands. Yes the
price of fame is great, but I would
be no artist did I permit, without CIV
ing him his opportunity, the voice of
your husband to remain where It is.
He will pay the price, others will pay
htif 1oof 10 Inf nf ~
artist"
Years that seemed interminable,
years of goading desperation, dis
couragement self sacrifice, endur-
ance stretched behind Henry Merwin
as he halted a moment at the stage
door of the New York Grand Opera
House to allow one of the stars to
enter. A bitter smile curved his lips
lips that had tightened since the days
when the milk route alone oppressed
his mind, as he slowly made-up in
the male dressing room for a peasant
in the opening act of "Pagliacci" He
was chorus man-only chorus
man.
From below he could hear the
strains of "Cavaleria Rugticana''
which preceded "Pagliacci" and the
voice of Cabosso, greatest of all ten
ors Cabosso, who stood where the
ignorant young milkman had
dreamed of standing; Cabosso, the
announcement of whose singing was
sufficient TO pack the great house
The soul of the artist within him
struggled impotentlv at his situation
the difference between the dream and
the reality. Caboeso singing Canio
the bitter, disillusioned pantaloon
when everything that life could hold
was his: and he, Henry Merwin, with
voice no less than that of the star
sang among the peasants. Uncon-
sciously he threw himself into the
role of the man, compelled to amuse
the public with his antics, compelled
to don grease paint when he wished
to smear his face with the blood OF
rival and unfaithful wife. His lips
opened and the tenor aria at the close
of the first act poured from his throat
He stopped abruptly as a hand fell
upon his shoulder. biting his lips In
mute embarrassment as he looked ur
into the eyes of the stage manager. II
dawned upon him that he was trans
| crossing the rules Of the house In
singing. that, in all likelihood. he
would be discharged. And suddenly
he was seized with vast, overwhelm-
| ing desire to hold this position that a
moment before had reused all his re-
! sentiment.
"Are you up on the role on
Canio?" The words were crisp. brit
| tie mandaforv