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the fifth string-第3章

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‘‘Passed the box…office coming up;''

continued this voluble enlightener;

‘‘nothing left but a few seats in the top

gallery。 We'll stand them on their

heads to…morrow nightsee if we

don't。'' Then he handed the bursting

envelope of notices to Diotti; who

listlessly put them on the table at his side。



‘‘Too tired to read; eh?'' said

Perkins; and then with the advance…agent

instinct strong within him he selected a

clipping; and touching the violinist on

the shoulder: ‘‘Let me read this one to

you。 It is by Herr Totenkellar。 He

is a hard nut to crack; but he did himself

proud this time。 Great critic when

he wants to be。''



Perkins cleared his throat and began:

‘‘Diotti combines tremendous feeling

with equally tremendous technique。

The entire audience was under the

witchery of his art。'' Diotti slowly

negatived that statement with bowed head。

‘‘His tone is full; round and clear; his

interpretation lends a story…telling charm

to the music; for; while we drank deep

at the fountain of exquisite melody; we

saw sparkling within the waters the

lights of Paradise。 New York never

has heard his equal。 He stands alone;

pre…eminent; an artistic giant。''



‘‘Now; that's what I call great;'' said

the impresario; dramatically; ‘‘when

you hit Totenkellar that way you are

good for all kinds of money。''



Perkins took his hat and cane and

moved toward the door。 The violinist

arose and extended his hand wearily。

‘‘Good…day'' came simultaneously;

then ‘‘I'm off。 We'll turn 'em

away to…morrow; see if we don't!''

Whereupon Perkins left Diotti alone in

his misery。







IV



It was the evening of the fourteenth;

In front of the Academy a strong…

lunged and insistent tribe of gentry;

known as ticket speculators; were reaping

a rich harvest。 They represented a

beacon light of hope to many tardy patrons

of the evening's entertainment;

especially to the man who had forgotten

his wife's injunction ‘‘to be sure

to buy the tickets on the way down

town; dear; and get them in the family

circle; not too far back。'' This man's

intentions were sincere; but his newspaper

was unusually interesting that morning。

He was deeply engrossed in an

article on the causes leading to matrimonial

infelicities when his 'bus passed

the Academy box…office。



He was six blocks farther down town

when he finished the article; only to

find that it was a carefully worded

advertisement for a new patent medicine;

and of course he had not time to

return。 ‘‘Oh; well;'' said he; ‘‘I'll get

them when I go up town to…night。''



But he did not。 So with fear in his

heart and a red…faced woman on his

arm he approached the box…office。

‘‘Not a seat left;'' sounded to his hen…

pecked ears like the concluding words

of the black…robed judge: ‘‘and may the

Lord have mercy upon your soul。'' But

a reprieve came; for one of the aforesaid

beacon lights of hope rushed forward;

saying: ‘‘I have two good seats; not

far back; and only ten apiece。'' And

the gentleman with fear in his heart

and the red…faced woman on his arm

passed in。



They saw the largest crowd in the

history of the Academy。 Every seat was

occupied; every foot of standing room

taken。 Chairs were placed in the side

aisles。 The programs announced that

it was the second appearance in America

of Angelo Diotti; the renowed Tuscan

violinist。



The orchestra had perfunctorily

ground out the overture to ‘‘Der

Freischuetz;'' the baritone had stentorianly

emitted ‘‘Dio Possente;'' the soprano

was working her way through the closing

measures of the mad scene from ‘‘Lucia;''

and Diotti was number four on

the program。 The conductor stood

beside his platform; ready to ascend as

Diotti appeared。



The audience; ever ready to act when

those on the stage cease that occupation;

gave a splendid imitation of the historic

last scene at the Tower of Babel。

Having accomplished this to its evident

satisfaction; the audience proceeded; like

the closing phrase of the

‘‘Goetterdaemmerung'' Dead March; to become

exceedingly quietthen expectant。



This expectancy lasted fully three

minutes。 Then there were some impatient

handclappings。 A few persons

whispered: ‘‘Why is he late?'' ‘‘Why

doesn't he come?'' ‘‘I wonder where

Diotti is;'' and then came unmistakable

signs of impatience。 At its height

Perkins appeared; hesitatingly。 Nervous

and jerky he walked to the center of

the stage; and raised his hand begging

silence。 The audience was stilled。



‘‘Ladies and gentlemen;'' he falteringly

said; ‘‘Signor Diotti left his hotel

at seven o'clock and was driven to the

Academy。 The call…boy rapped at his

dressing…room; and not receiving a reply;

opened the door to find the room

empty。 We have despatched searchers

in every direction and have sent out a

police alarm。 We fear some accident

has befallen the Signor。 We ask your

indulgence for the keen disappointment;

and beg to say that your money will be

refunded at the box…office。''



Diotti had disappeared as completely

as though the earth had swallowed him。







V



My Dearest Sister:  You

doubtless were exceedingly mystified

and troubled over the report that

was flashed to Europe regarding my

sudden disappearance on the eve of my

second concert in New York。



Fearing; sweet Francesca; that you

might mourn me as dead; I sent the

cablegram you received some weeks

since; telling you to be of good heart

and await my letter。 To make my action

thoroughly understood I must give

you a record of what happened to me

from the first day I arrived in

America。 I found a great interest mani…

fested in my premiere; and socially

everything was done to make me happy。



Mrs。 James Llewellyn; whom; you

no doubt remember; we met in Florence

the winter of 18; immediately after I

reached New York arranged a reception

for me; which was elegant in the

extreme。 But from that night dates

my misery。



You ask her name?Mildred Wallace。

Tell me what she is like; I hear

you say。 Of graceful height; willowy

and exquisitely molded; not over twenty…

four; with the face of a Madonna;

wondrous eyes of darkest blue; hair

indescribable in its maze of tawny color

in a word; the perfection of womanhood。

In half an hour I was her abject

slave; and proud in my serfdom。

When I returned to the hotel that evening

I could not sleep。 Her image ever

was before me; elusive and shadowy。

And yet we seemed to grow farther and

farther apartshe nearer heaven; I

nearer earth。



The next evening I gave my first and

what I fear may prove my last concert

in America。 The vision of my dreams

was there; radiant in rarest beauty。

Singularly enough; she was in the direct

line of my vision while I played。

I saw only her; played but for her; and

cast my soul at her feet。 She sat indifferent

and sile
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