Grand Rapids Herald-Review Newspaper, October 26, 1907, Page 8

ee OO | Se Paul Symphony Orchestra, Season 1907-8 | Baha oo —_—_— To foster good music, to educate the mass of the people to keen apprecia- tion of the best music and ultimatelye| to train a group of able men from which might be recruited entire the varied talent embraced in a modern orchestra, were the purposes for which the St.Paul Symphony @rchestra association was organized a year ago. | At the beginning of its second sea- son’s work it has made substantial along these lines, lier N. B. Emmanuel, who so ably conducted the orchestra last sea- been retained for the season end will again be its con- $07-1908 MME. ductor. Claude Madden, who is favor- ably known to all the musicians of the Northwest has been made first con- certmaster and Errico Sansome of St. Paul, an able and widely experienced musician, will be second concertmas- ter. The general arrangements of the fall and winter’s work of the orchestra in brief are that the popular coneerts which proved so attractive last year will be continued. These will occur ou Sunday afternoons at the magnifi- cent new Auditorium, and will be twenty in number. covering a period of twenty weel In addition to these popular concerts, seven important concerts will be given, at a noted soloist will ap- These will be evening events, and will be of the first magnitude from the musical standpoint. The dates of the evening symphony s, and the anes who will ap- ymphony each of which conc . Katherine Gordon- 10—Katherine Goodson. jan. 10—Mme. Schumann-Heink. Jan. 28—George Hamlin. March 10—Jen Gerardy. March 31—Fritz Kreisler. In connection with these concerts Director Emmanuel has decided to present the following works, although tke programs have not yet been ar- ranged and the dates, are not yet an- nounced: Beethoven—Symphony No. 8 F Ma- jor. Mozart—Jupiter Symphony, C Ma- jor. Schubert—Symphony No. 10, C Ma- jor; unfinished, B Minor. Tschaikowski—Symphony No. 6, pa thetique. 7 SCHUMAN-HEINK. Feb. 18—Rudolf Gans. Dvorak—Symphony No. 5, from the New World. Raff—Symphony No. 5, Lenore. For the seventh symphony concert a “Wagner night” program of unusual excellence is in preparation. The soloists engaged for the differ- ent concerts are among the most noted of their profession in the United States. Some of them have been heard before, and they will be heard with pleasure again by the music lov- ers of St. Paul who have heard them. Others have not been here before, but their services have been engaged at high prices, and patrons of the con- certs will be given the opportunity of listening to artists who stand high ip their respective ranks. Season tickets, which are now on sale, will be sold as follows: Parquet and first and second rows of the bal- cony, $10; third and fourth rows of the balcony, $8; last seven rows of the balcony, $6; first four rows of the gallery, $5; last nine rows in the gal- lery, $3, Checks for reservations should be made payable and mailed te Gustave Scholle, Treas., Dyer Bldg., St. Paul. CHEVALIER NATHAN B. EMANUEL Conductor. Cc Tie vallan Emanuel was born in Bir- mingham, England, the home of great musical festivals. He studied at the Leipsic conservatory, the piano under Moscheles, and composition, through bass, counterpoint and orchestration under Reinicke, David and Haput- mann. At eighteen years of age he began his career as assistant conduct- or of Italian opera in the Grand opera house at Stockholm, Sweden. From there he went to Finland with the Royal Swedish opera, and at Helsin- fors he was director of grand opera end of the symphony orchestra for eight years, conductor of the oratoir society and instruetor of the Russian cathedral chorus. He then made a concert tour of Russia with Mme. Artot and Henri Weiniawski, the vio- linist.. He then resumed the baton and conducted Russian and Italian opera through Russia. He was in Moscow for a number of years as di- rector of the Imperial opera, German Liedertafel, oratoir society and sym- phony orchestra. In 1894 he went to Italy to conduct grand opera, and since has conducted grand Italian op- era companies in Italy, Portugal, Hol- land, South America and Ha vana. He has received many honors and distinctions. While conducting the Royal opera at Lisbon he received honorary membership, shared only with Mancinellu and Goula, in the Musical Society of Lisbon. For five yedrs he conducted for the Savage Grand Opera company. His composi- tions have attracted considerable at- tention. \By Guy CHAPTER, XV.—(Continued.) The old Duchess of Marble Arch, an ancient dame painted to resemble a dairymaid of one-and-twenty, laid a tremulous, claw-like hand, blazing with rings, upon Gouldesbrough’s arm. She was a scandalmonger who had ruined homes, a woman who had nev- er done an unselfish action, or ever had a thought that was not sordid, malevolent, or uncharitable. Yet she Was a great lady, a princess in Vanity Fair, and even Sir William could not disregard her, so great and important was this venerable hag. “Well,” she began, in her high, im- pertinene voice; “so you have outdone Aladdin, I hear, Sir William. Really, I congratulate you on your thought- trap, or whatever it is. I suppose we shall have you in the upper house soon! I wish you could manage to catch some thoughts for me on the stock exchange. Couldn’t you have your machine taken down to Capel Court? i should very much like to know wkat some. of the gentlemen who deal in South Africans are think- ing just now. The market is really in the most abominable state. And do please bring the machine to one of my ‘at homes.’, It would give me in- tense pleasure to know what is going on in the minds of some of my friends. We could install it in one of the smaller drawing rooms, behind» a screen. No one would know, and we could catch thoughts all the evening— though I expect the machine would want disinfecting after the first half- hour. I will see that there is some Cnody’s Fluid ready.” She moved away, chatting shrilly. Young Lord Landsend succeeded her. That nobleman showed very evident traces of living as hard as his purse and his doctor would let him, and his } pale, vacuous countenance was stamped with the imbecile grin. “’Pon my soul, Sir William,” he said, “this thing you’ve made is really awfully jolly, you know. Topping idea, really. Hope you won’t go fishin’ round for my thoughts!” There was a general laugh at this, and some one was heard to remark that he “didn’t think Sir William Gouldesbrough would make any very big hauls in that quarter!” “But how splendid of you, Sir Will- fam!” said Mrs. Hosken-Heath, a pret- ty, dark haired women with beautiful eyes. “It is really marvelous. “Now there will be a real meaning in’ the saying, ‘A penny for your thoughts!’ Shall you have penny-in-the-slot ma- chines on all the stations of the Two- penny tube? So nice while one is waiting for a train. Just imagine how sweet it would be to let your cher ami«know how much you like him without any actual compromising words! You are a public benefactor, Sir William.” Another voice broke in Gouldesbrough’s impatient ear. “How do you do, Sir William? It is @ great pleasure to meet you on such an occasion as this, an occasion which, ig I may say so, is really heroic. You may not remember me, but I had the} privilege of meeting you at Brighton not long ago. My name is Charlie- wood—Sir Miles Charliewood; we met upon on the melancholy occasion of my} poor second son’s—er—death. You} were very kind and helpful” } Gouldesbrough shook hands with the old baronet. A shadow passed over his face as he did so, and he | would have given much to have avoid- | ed the seeing of him—not to have | known at all that Sir Miles was in| Portland Place on this night of tri- | umph. Gouldesbrough was one of those men who have solved the chief | problem of life. Like Napoleon, he! was master of his own mind. His| mind did not dominate him, as the! minds of most of us do. He con-! trolled it absolutely and never allowed | thoughts of one part of his life to in-| trude upon those of another. And now, with the frightful egotism | of supreme self-will, he acually felt aggrieved at this sudden meeting. It} was, he thought, hard at this radiant, happy moment! He did not want to be reminded of the past or of the ter- rible and\criminal secret of the pres- ent. Why should the pale ghost of Eustace Charliewood come to trouble him now? His partner in an unspeak- able infamy, the tool he had used for | the satisfaction of his devilish desires, was dead. Dead—gone away—no long- er in existence. That he, Gouldes- brough, was morally the murderer of | the distracted man whom he had forc- ed into crime, troubled him not at all. It never had troubled him—he ‘had learned to be “lord of himself.” And now, in this moment of unprecedent- ed triumph, the wraith of the dead} man rose up swiftly and without warn- ing to be a specter at the feast. It was hard! But he turned to Sir Miles Chasite: | wood and was as courteous and charm- ing as ever. His marked powers of fascination did not desert him. That strange magnetism that was able to draw people to him, to make them his servants and slaves, surrounded him now like the fabled “aura” of the the- osophists. He bent over ‘the pompous little man with a smile of singular sweetness “Forget?” he said. “My dear sir, how could I forget? It is charming to gee you again. I hadn’t an idea you ‘Alive or Dead?’ The Strange Disappearance of. Gerald Rathbone. THORNE. ; knew Lord Malvin or were interested in scientific affairs. Your congratula- tions are very welcome to me, though you have said far more than I deserve. I hope we shall meet again soon. I am generally at home in Regent’s Park in the afternoons. It would have made me very happy if poor Eustace could have been with us to-night. He was one of my most intimate friends, as you know. And I tell you that he took a great interest in the experiments which have now culminated so satis- factorily for me. Poor, dear fellow! It is a great sorrow to me that he is not with us. Well, well; I suppose that these things are arranged for us by a power over which we have no control, a force beyond our poor pow- er of measuring or understanding. Good night, good night, Sir Miles. Do come and see me soon.” He bowed and smiled, with Marjorie upon his arm, and then turned away toward the supper room. And he left Sir Charles Charliewood—who had not eared twopence for his son during his lifetime—full of a pleasing melan- choly and regret for the dead man. Such is the power of success to awake dormant emotions in flinty hearts! Such is the aroma and influence which “doth hedge a king” in any sphere of modern life! Sir William walked away with the beautiful girl by his side. He felt the light touch of her fingers upon his arm, and his blood raced and leapt with joy. He felt a boy again, a hap- py, conquering boy. Yes, all was in- deed well upon this night of nights! As they entered the supper room and found a table, Lord Landsend saw them. He was with Mrs. Pat Argyle, the society actress, and his cousins, the young duke and duchess of Perth. Landsend was a fat young man of no particular intellect. But he was kind, popular, and not without a cer- tain personal charm. He could do things that more respectable and im- portant people couldn’t do. As he saw the hero of the occasion and the night come in with Marjorie Poole, an inspiration came to the rackety young fellow. He jumped up from his chair and be- gan to clap loudly. There was a moment of dead si- lence. Everybody stopped talking; the click and clatter of the meal was still. Then the little duchess of Perth— she was Miss Mamie Q. Oildervan of New York—took Landsend up. She began to clap, too. As she had £300,- 000 a year, was young, cheeky, and de- lightful, she was a leader of society at this moment. Every one followed suit, There was a full-handed thunder of applause. Lord Landsend lifted a glass of champagne high in the air. “Here’s to the wizard of the day!” he shouted, merrily. “Here’s to the conquerer of thought!” There was another second of silence During it the duke of Perth, a boy fresh from Oxford, caught the infec- tion of the moment. He raised his glass also “And to Miss Poole, too!” he said. People who had spent years in Lon- don society said that they had never experienced anything like it. A scene of wild excitement began. Staid and | ordinary people forgot convention and restraint. There was a high and jocund chorus of congratulation and applause. The painted roof of the supper room rang with it. Society had let itself go for once, and there was a madness of enthusiasm in’ the air. Sir William Gouldesbrough stood there smiling. He entered into the spirit of the whole thing and bowed | to the ovation, laughing with pleas- ure, radiant with boyish enjoyment. | He felt Marjorie’s hand upon his arm quiver with excitement, and he felt | that she was his at last! She stood by his side, her face a deep crimson, and it was as though they were a king and queen returning home to the seat | and city of their rule. It was so public an avowal, chance had been so kind, fortune so oppor- tune, that Sir William knew that Mar- jorie would never retrace her steps now. It was an announcement of be- trothal for all the world to see! It was just that. Lady Poole, who was supping with | Sir Michael Manicho, the great mill- jionaire who was the prop and main- stay of the English church, pressed a lace handkerchief to her eyes. The bewildering enthusiasm of the moment cought her, too. She rose from her seat—only a yard or two away from the triumphant pair—and went up to them with an impulsive gesture. “Heaven bless you, my dears!” she ‘said, in a broken voice. Marjorie bowed her head. She drooped like a lovely flower. Fate, it seemed to her, had taken everything out of her hands. She was the crea- ture of the moment, the toy of a wild and exhiliarating environment. She gave one quick, shy glance at Sir William. He read in it the fulfil- ment of all his hopes. Then old Lord Malvin-came down the room, ancient, stately, and bland. “My dears,” he said, simply, “this must be a very happy night for you.” Sir William turned to the girl sud- denly. His voice was confident_and strong. “My dear Marjorie,” he raat “how kind they all are to us!” & little group of four people sat down to the table beneath the crim- son-shaded lights: Lord Malvin, the most famous scientist and most courtly gentleman of his time; Sir William Gouldesbrough, the hero of this famous party—to-morrow, when Donald Megbie had done his work, to be the hero of the civilized world; Lady Poole; and sweet Marjorie Poole, in the grip of circumstances that were beyond her thinking. And no one of the , four, not even Sir William Gouldesbrough, F. R. S. gave a thought to the man in the living tomb —to Gerald Rathbone, who was, even at that moment, tied up in indiarubber and aluminum bonds for the amuse- ment of Mr. Guest, the pink, hairless man of Regent’s Park. Mr. Guest was drunk with whisky, and sat happy, mocking his prisoner, far down in the cellars of Sir Wilk iam’s house. Other folk were drunk with success and applause in Portland Place. But Donald Megbie was awake in the In- ner Temple and his thoughts were curious and strange. Donald Megbie had left the party too early in the evening. He was drunk of nothing at all! CHAPTER XVI. Donald Megbie’s Strange Experience. Like most writers, Donald Megbie was of a nervous and sensitive tem- perament. Both mental and physical impressions recorded themselves very rapidly and completely upon his con- sciousness. He arrived at the Inner Temple with every nerve in a state of excitement such as he had _ hardly, ever known before. He walked down) the dim, echoing ways toward the river, his chambers being situated ix the new buildings upon the Embank- ment. A full moon hung in the sky, brilliant and honey-colored, attended by iittle drifts of amber and sulphur- tinted clouds. But the journalist saw nothing of the night’s splendor. He almost stum- bled up the stairs to the first floor. A lamp was burning over the door of his rooms, and his name was painted in white letters upon the oak. He went in and turned on the electric light. Then for a moment he stood still in the hall, a richly-furnished place sur- rounded on all sides by doors painted white. His feet made no sound on the thick Persian carpet, and the whole flat was perfectly still. He felt un- easy, curiously so, as if some calamity was impending. The exhilaration of his stirring talk with Sir William Gouldesbrough—so recent, so _ pro- foundly moving—had now quite de- paried. His whole consciousness was concentrated upon a little box of metal in the pocket of his overcoat. It seemed alive; he was actually con- scious of its presence, though hig fingers were not touching it. “By Jove,” he said to himself, aloud, “the thing’s like an electric battery. It seems as if actual currents radiated from it.” His own voice sounded odd and ‘unnatural in his ears, and as he hung up his coat and went into the study with the cigarette case in his jnand he found himself wishing that he had not been given a holiday—he had allowed him to go to Windsor to spend a night at his mother’s house. A bright fire glowed in the grate of red brick. It shone upon the book- lined walls, playing cheerily upon the crimson, green, and gold of the bind- ings, and turning the great silver ink- stand upon the writing table into a thing of flame. Everything was cheer- ful and just as usual. (To Be Continued.) . Public Speakers—Take Notice, A well known dramatist was dis- cussing a rather tiresome drama. “It was such a drama,” he said, | “that a French playwright read the other day before a committee of the French Society of Comedy. As the au- thor plodded through his second act he heard an odd sound, and looked up, to see a man asleep and breathing heavily. He was greatly annoyed. ‘*Monsieur, he said, ‘monsieur, wake up. Please remember, monsieur, that I am reading this play to the com- mittee in order to get its opinion. How can a man who is asleep give an opinion?’ ” “‘How?’ said the drowsy one with a yawn. ‘Easily enough. Sleep is an opinion. Stung. A little girl was being put to bed one summer night, and after she had said her prayers her mother kissed | her good night, and said: “Now go to sleep, dear. Don’t be afraid, for God’s angels are watching over you.” In a short time, while the mother and father were at tea, a small voice from up stairs was heard. “Mamma!” “Yes, little one; what is it?” “God’s angels are buzzing around, and one’s bitten me! Moonlight. 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