The Story of a Genius

This short notice in the _Independence Belge_ created a general sensation. The musicians shrugged, bit their lips, and sneered about the public's injustice toward home talent. T...

Immediately upon the beginning of their life together, Delileo made a correct estimate of his protege's musical gifts, and thanks to some artist connections that still remained...

It was the middle of May; May is beautiful in Brussels. No long war, only gay skirmishes between sun and rain clear the air. Undulating golden vapors weave a dreamy halo, like t...

But de Sterny burst out laughing and cried, "Still so sensitive! I did not mean it in that way. We know you are an exceptional being. Sacre bleu! I am the last who would deny it...

Among the female forces of the troupe was a certain Guiseppina D----. Pale, with rich red hair that when she uncoiled it reached to her heels, her enormous black eyes, short nos...

And now the Alto is singing her first song. The audience rouses up as if from an electric shock--and listens amazed, but none listens with such intentness as Gesa von Zuylen.

"We are all ears," simpered the host, and passed a fat hand over the two pomaded cupid's wings, which stuck up on either side his head. "Very interesting, I am sure," said the h...

"Proudly the Nobl' Zwilk rode at the head of our little troop, rocking himself in dreams of gratified vanity. All at once his horse reared, so violently and unexpectedly that he...

"My dear friends," said the stout, smiling father, "I know you and all your kin. You were all hatched out of the same shell. Unselfishness? We will seek that elsewhere. When it...

"Whom have you to thank for this, Don Cesare? Whom but the good, dear Evolino, whom you drew out of the water with your own hand--to whom you will go now, this moment, and, thro...