Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-08-26

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one vision OF her in the splendor she
was born to comforted me. Henceforth
in wearing them II would be OF her and
not Of myself ] should think.
Well, l had to leave her and go home
to my French and Italian lessons. my
music masters and all the luxuries OF
our fathers house. should ] ever see
her again? l did not know; she had
not promised. I could not go often into
the quarter where she lived without
arousing suspicion: and she had hidden
me not to come again for a month. So
/ waited. half fearing she would fiit
again before the month was up. Bot
she did not. She was still there
But ] am going TOO fast. The meet
ing l was about TO mention was very
memorable one to me. and l must de-
scribe IL from the beginning. I had
ridden in my own car as near as
dared to the street where she lived:
the rest OF the way i went on foot with
one of the servants new one-fol-
lowing close behind me. | was not
exactly afraid but the actions of some
of the people l had encountered at my
former visit warned me to be a little
careful for my fathers sake IL not for
my own. Her room-she had but one
a
was no pleasure to enter. But love
and loyalty heed nothing but the OBJ
jet sought. and ! was hunting about
for the dark doorway which opened
upon the staircase leading TO her room
when-and this was the great moment
of my life-a sudden stream OF melody
fioated down into that noisome court.
which from its clearness. it's accuracy.
its richness and its feeling startled me
as | had never before been startled.
even by the first notes of the worlds
greatest singers. What voice for
place like this, What voice for any
place. Whose could II be- With
start I stopped short in the middle
of that court, needless OF the crowd OF
pushing. shouting children who at once
gathered about me. ! had been struck
by an old recollection. My sister used
to sing. l remembered where her piano
had stood in the great drawing room.
IL had been carted away during those
dreadful weeks and her music all
burned. hut the vision of her graceful
figure bending over the keyboard was
one not to be forgotten even by
thong ntless child. Could IL be-oh.
heaven, If this voice was hers Her
future was certain; she had but to
sing.
In transport OF hope I rushed for
the dim entrance the Children had
pointed out and flew up to her room.
As / reached il I heard trill as per-
feet as Tetrazzini's. The singer was
Theresa: there could be no more doubt.
Theresa. exercising grand voice as
only a great artist would or could.
The JOY of IL made me almost faint.
leaned against her door and sobbed.
Then when I thought 1 could speak
quite calmly. ] went in.
Roger. you must understand me now
my desire for money and the means I
have taken to obtain IL, My sister had
the makings of a prima donna. Her
husband. of whose ability had formed
with consummate skill and judgment.
All she needed was a year with some
great master in the foreign atmos-
phere of art But this meant money
not hundreds but thousands and the
one sure source to- which we might
rirhtfully look for any such amount
was effectually closed to us
III Is true we hao reiauNes-ah auns
on our mothers side. and ! mentioned
bar 70 Tberasa hut she wou,d no,
i;sta, - tha snreestion she would
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lves % saaa.ah,a az $1,000 rr,.,
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,asad 80 ha~.n - ,aIL ~ =
:.i - haa,s $1,000 a. cav.
ti r.. 49, .aIL us,an;n. and not
listening. for the idea had come to me