Montana oil and mining journal., 1938-02-26
The Musicians Wife

morning when at last they escaped.
/ less ecstasy in the car all the way
/ home. And she, with her intuitive
| knowledge Of his needs. also remained
! silent.
The next day nothing might have
! happened to change their lives as the
/ conductor faithfully followed his
routine. As usual he put his scores on
the table by his plate, prepared to
1 turn them over and refresh his MEM
ory as his mind worked through them
while he silently ate his breakfast
But Sara saw a difference. Out
wardly he was the same. but inwardly
his personal world was altered. He
! had come into his kindgom. Now the
orchestra was his orchestra. He could
refine it to the very essence Of beauty.
throw out its weaknesses, replace them
with worthy material, keep only the
artists among the men.
He was withdrawn from her think
ing it all out, already living IN his tine
new world Drinking her coffee, un-
able to eat, she sat watching him,
knowing that his dream would come
to pass. That in the future-the near
future-Great Lakes City would be-
come a place Of musical pilgrimage
and all the world would know its
name. She knew what the others
thought. believed or guessed. Zlatko
de Lazlo had authentic genius.
He kissed her abSently before he
went, the mornings music ringing IN
his mind She watched the car turn
the corner of the road. then she. too.
set out on foot, walking briskly under
the leafless trees through the park.
She left the park a mile further on
and turned into an avenue OF hand
some houses standing aloff from each
other in well kept gardens A maid
opened the door Of one Of these to her
ring and Sara ascended the stairs
alone as one au fait with the house I
and entered a bright drawing room /
almost papered with signed photo /
nous names were inscribed with love
ito dear Beatrice Catani." !"
A fat dark woman rose from the I
piano bench and moved toward Sara I
with the help OF a stick. my child"
she said, 'you look terrible. You can
not sing today. What is the matter
with you?"
"I don't want to sing I want to
announced Sara. and burst
into the wild unhappy laughter and
stormy weeping Of hysteria. She
fought off the kind ministering hands
VI
me rave! I'm in a terrible temper. I
must scream or I will die"
Madame Catani moved back and
stared at her visitor in CONSERVATION:
Then she patted Sara's back. "All
right" she said. "I will leave you till
YOU want me. Make all the noise you
like I will come back to you when
you are ready
She Hmped out with her stick and
Coro fnVnuu
herself down on the diva's little sofa
and sobbed as If her heart were
broken.
When Madame Catani came back,
he storm was spent and she had
,rown calrner. The fat, friendly wom-
IN sat down on the sofa beside her
md took one Of her hands. Nov, my |
lear" she said affectionately, what
5 itP"
MANY things, Beatrice. To begin
With, I'm not going to sing with the
'rcheStra next month"
mot going to sing after all. But
Vhy. child?"
"The Underwood girl has been train
ng. She wants to exhibit the results.
The has taken my date. In a way Il
hey're right-its really their orches-
ra-
Madame Catani shook her head and
hrugged her shoulders as one who
7ould say, But what can you expect
rhen people are so craZy?"
She actually said, But why worry 4
Ike this, Sara? You will always have
our great voice. There viii be other
Sara smiled now, her sobs growing II
,ss and less frequent. THAT isn't it
sally-that's only a minor disap-
ointment. I'll tell you what it really II
. You see, my husband Is very tenn
eramental. He needs the calmest Y