The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-09-24

we journeyed out TO Wimbledon to-
gether | noticed that Caruso looked
worried and preoccupied.
what Is the matter?" I asked.
why do you look so sad. so de-
pressedg"
"Oh, Calve," he exclaimed, ~ am
very unhapp Your motto which
proclaims that he who sings enchants
his sorrow is entirely untrue. / sing
all the time, but IL does not drive
away my trouble. on the contrary.
1t only makes 1t worse!"
But you enchant the public, my
poor friend" / answered, ''and that
should bring you some consolation"
When we reached our destination
we found that we were = little early,
and we had time to talk to our host
css and to make inquiries concern
ing the health OF her son. We know
that this young man was an invalid,
living IN secluded corner OF the great
park OF tho estate. where n pavilion
had been built for his special use.
our hostess told us that he had sent
his greetings and regrets that he
could not be present at the concert.
She added thot he had been particu-
larly distressed at not being able
to hear us sing FOR he was passion
ately fond OF music: and now, in his
Invalid condition, he was entirely
deprived of one Of the chief pleas
ures OF his life.
Caruso looked at me and -ehd
his thoughts.
"Yes. yes!" exclaimed. LET us
20 and sing for the poor boy before
the guests arrivel" our hostess was
| delighted, and led the way TO the
| pavilion where her son lived. AS we
| walked through the gardens Caruso
| turned to me:
II know you are tired. and 40 am
/ IZterribly tired: but II can't be
| helped We viii sing Just n little
for the poor fellow--a song or two
two apiece. II will not hurt us"
We we're, indeed. both very weary.
/ Caruso was in the midst OF his Cow
/ net Garden season, singing as often
/ as three or four times n week. lie
| was tremdously popular ana in con-
| stant demand. | myself had Just
| finished long concert tour and was
| fairly exhausted.
But fer us. poor artists, there is
no hating by the way. We are not
| required, at a specified hour and mo-
\ ment, to give of ourselves, no mat
/ ter what the cost? Well or Ill, happy
/ or in despair, We must be ready 10
| a dlstribute 10Y 20 others. Though our
| own hearts may be breaking, we
| must give happiness to those that
| hear us: We must cast the spell OF
! lovely dreams over our listeners: we
| must give them pleasure, the emo
! tiOn, the exaltation that makes them
] forget the sorrows and anXietles OF
/ mundane things and dwell for n little
while in n happier world.
When we reached the pavilion and
! stood beside that bed GO pain Carusc
| put aside his own prcoccupations
| and fatigue as though they were q
useless garment and devoted him
self TO the task of bringing n little
| light into that worn, pathetic face
/ What n concert he gave the poor
boy! Neapolitan songs, arlas from his
most popular operas, ballads. songs
everything that came into his head
Encore. encore!" begged the sick
boys ecstatic eyes.
I took up the task. singing my
French and Spanish songs. all the
gay and tender tunes could remem-
Der,
Encore, encore!" whispered that
eager broken voice.
began my Carmen dance, and
Caruso. appreciating how tired
was. came TO my assistance. Ills
golden voice took up the air OF the
dance. With swapping fingers and
beating foot he initiated the SOUND
of the castanets, he twanged an i'm
aginary guitar. He was a host IT