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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (March 14, 1903)
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PRESIDENT FRANCIS, of the St. Louis Exposition.
On the recent visit of President Francis, of the St. Louis exposition, to London, King Edward promised to send the Victoria collection of precious
jjeins across the Atlantic as a British exhibit at the exposition. The reason for this special royal favor is that the king desires to mark his great appre
ciation of the love and respect always entertained by the people of this country for the late Queen Victoria. The jewels will form one of the most inter
esting exhibits of the great exposition.
much enhanced by a map of the harbor
and surrounding country and the views
of the principal buildings, beautiful
parks, and so forth.
The meeting of the Matinee Muslcale
Monday was another of the brilliant
successes which have characterized this
year's work. The program was called
"A Study of Lohrengrln," and consisted
of parts of acts one, two and three of
this famous opera, in some cases entire
scenes being given. The cast was as
Elsa Mia Ad M. Castor
Ortrud. Mrs. E.Lewis Baker
Lohengrin. Mr. Everett B. Carder
Frederick. Mr. C. W.Kettering
Miss Anna Caldwell added to the
pleasure of the audience by telling the
story of the opera in a manner that
helped those who were unfamiliar with
It to better understand the situations.
Mrs. Carrie B. Raymond at the piano
supported the singers with her scholar
ly accompainments. Mrs. Raymond, as
chairman of the program committee,
and the soloists who sang the parts,
have worked long and faithfully over
this difficult opera, and they were re
warded by a large and very musical and
Mr. Kettering, who was a favorite
when he resided In Lincoln, came from
Denver to assist in this program. He
mads a very satisfactory Frederick, and
particularly in the dramatic scene be
tween Frederick and Ortrud, he rose to
a height of dramatic power which sur
prised even his warmest admirers. Mr.
Kettering has broadened both in his
voice and style since he was last heard
Mrs. Baker's remarkable dramatic
ability is too well known, almost, for
added comment, but she fairly outdid
herself on Monday. She was in fine
voice, and had, in the part of Ortrud,
an opportunity to display her range,
taking A sharp repeatedly with perfect
ease, in the invocation to the Gods.
Apropos, all of the parts in Lohrengin
run pretty high, making a severe test
for voices "unaccustomed to such severe
work. Miss Castor's pure, clear soprano
was greatly admired. She took the part
of Elsa charmingly, singing with great
passion and abandon, and one who has
seen the opera repeatedly said that she
not only sang the part well, but looked
the Elsa, to perfection.
Mr. Carder did the part of Lohrengin
beautifully, tenderly where tenderness
was demanded, and with strong feeling.
His. Is'another voice the development of
which it will be worth while to watch.
The following excerpts from the opera
From Sceae 1 Frederick's denunciation of Elsa.
From Scene 2 Elsa's Drea
From Scene 3 The"Swan"Song. Lohengrin offers
himself as Elsa's defender, forbidding her to
question what his race and name. The be
trothal of Elsa and Lohengrin.
Scene 1 Frederick and Ortrud, outside the palace,
plot the ruin of Elsa and Lohengrin.
Scene 2 Ortrud instills doubt into Elsa's mind.
Scene 2 After the wedding. Elsa and Lohengrin
alone. Elsa asks the forbidden question.
From Scene 3 Lohengrin reTeala himself and bids
It was a delighted audience which left
Fraternity hall after the program and
those persons who had seen most opera
were loudest in their praise of the work
accomplished by Mrs. Raymond and the
This prayer which was written by
Mary Stuart of Langmont, Colorado,
and appeared in the March number of
the Club Woman, will touch a respon
sive chord in many hearts:
Oh, Father, teach us to live simpler Uvea!
We women are so tired; this load of care
Grows heavy and almost too hard to
The heart is well-nigh breaking as it
Our lives are over-crowded, and we find
No time to rest we scarce take time to
In fev'rteh haste we toil and strive all
And steal from night sweet sleep oh, we
arc blind! . '
Freed from the narrow ways our mothers
With eager Joy upon the world's highway
'Mid all Its storm and stress our souls
Tet sometimes strength, 'twould seem, is
The times press hard, we may not lag be
hind; A thousand duties hold us with a hand
As firm and heavy as the old command;
And truly their reward is e'en less kind.
Oh, teach us bow to use our freedom found.
To throw aside the burdens that oppress
And keep the soul from higher useful
In paths where quietness and peace abound.
Let us take time to look up at the stars.
To see the flowers and sunshine In our
To follow where soft baby fingers lead
Our hearts in wiser wisdom than in ours.
We are so tired, we daughters, mothers,
With this dumb, blind, relentless rush
Oh. let us pause to hear and see and pray.
And teach us. Father, to live simpler lives!
Mrs. Wltherby (at breakfast) Are you
Wltherby Yes. Why?
Mrs. Wltherby You look changed. I
suppose I notice It more than those who
are with you constantly.
By Jean Rameau.
"I love you, Arlette"! he murmured,
his brown eyes flashing forth a world ot
Arlette only sighed In response, and
her heavy eye-lashes lowered themselves
until they almost touched her soft da
And then her sweet lips whispered, as
softly as the summer zephyrs among
the flowers, in hesitating syllables: "And
I, Loys, I love you."
A solemn silence followed these words,
a silence that suggested the eternity of
human love. Loys tenderly pressed his
lips upon Arlette's eyes, and then he
stepped to the mantle,' opened the ex
quisitely made pendule, and broke its
delicate spring, so that it might not
mark any other hour thenceforth but
the present, the hour divine and unfor
gettable in which her little, mouth had
confessed the secret of her heart to him
she loved . . ."
(To Be Continued.)
The above conclusion of the daily in
stallment of fiction In the literary sup
plement scored a pronounced hit. The
gifted author of the story received a
vast mass of correspondence the follow
ing morning all of which contained ex
pressions of unrestrained enthusiasm
over his intellectual brilliancy, his fine
fancy and his profound psychological in
sight into the innermost recesses of the
One fair enthusiast wrote: "Oh, mas
ter! You alone understand the complex
nature of woman." And then followed
a rhapsody of overflowing praise that
fairly made his head swim.
"How happy, dear master," gushed an
other, "how happy must be the Arlettes
who meet men like Loys!"
But the letter which Interested him
most, and which expanded an odor no
less intoxicating than that of a hedge of
red roses, was the following:
"One of your most humble admirers,
one whom you have often consoled In
hours of despair and doubt, solicits the
honor and pleasure of an interview. . .
You will make her infinitely happy by
receiving her, tomorrow, between four
and five in the afternoon. Are you will
ing? Oh, yes, of course you are! Deeply
moved in heart, she will ring the bell
and cross the threshold of .your little
room. A Timid Admirer."
The author experienced a feeling of
intense pride and satisfaction and ex
pectation. He gently stroked his silky,
flowing beard, and finally said aloud:
"Of course, I shall receive her, the dear,
little woman." Great writers have, at
times, laudable accesses of disinterested
The following day; when the time 'for
the interview approached, he called his
valet, and said:
''Edmond! I wish to impress it upon
your mind that I am not at home for
anybody after four o'clock, except for
a lady who will undoubtedly call to see
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