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That　is　why　I　feel　the　responsibility　of　directing　her。〃



Harsanyi　paused　and　crushed　his　soft　gray　hat　over　his



knee。　　〃She　would　interest　you；　Mr。　Thomas；〃　he　added



slowly。　　〃She　has　a　qualityvery　individual。〃







　　　　　〃Yes；　the　Scandinavians　are　apt　to　have　that；　too。　　She



can't　go　to　Germany；　I　suppose？〃







　　　　　〃Not　now；　at　any　rate。　　She　is　poor。〃







　　　　　Thomas　frowned　again　〃I　don't　think　Bowers　a　really



first…rate　man。　　He's　too　petty　to　be　really　first…rate；　in　his



nature；　I　mean。　　But　I　dare　say　he's　the　best　you　can　do；



if　you　can't　give　her　time　enough　yourself。〃







　　　　　Harsanyi　waved　his　hand。　　〃Oh；　the　time　is　nothingshe



may　have　all　she　wants。　　But　I　cannot　teach　her　to　sing。〃







　　　　　〃Might　not　come　amiss　if　you　made　a　musician　of　her；



however；〃　said　Mr。　Thomas　dryly。



















　　　　　〃I　have　done　my　best。　　But　I　can　only　play　with　a　voice；



and　this　is　not　a　voice　to　be　played　with。　　I　think　she　will



be　a　musician；　whatever　happens。　　She　is　not　quick；　but



she　is　solid；　real；　not　like　these　others。　　My　wife　says　that



with　that　girl　one　swallow　does　not　make　a　summer。〃







　　　　　Mr。　Thomas　laughed。　　〃Tell　Mrs。　Harsanyi　that　her



remark　conveys　something　to　me。　　Don't　let　yourself　get



too　much　interested。　　Voices　are　so　often　disappointing；



especially　women's　voices。　　So　much　chance　about　it；　so



many　factors。〃







　　　　　〃Perhaps　that　is　why　they　interest　one。　　All　the　intelli…



gence　and　talent　in　the　world　can't　make　a　singer。　　The



voice　is　a　wild　thing。　　It　can't　be　bred　in　captivity。　　It　is



a　sport；　like　the　silver　fox。　　It　happens。〃







　　　　　Mr。　Thomas　smiled　into　Harsanyi's　gleaming　eye。



〃Why　haven't　you　brought　her　to　sing　for　me？〃







　　　　　〃I've　been　tempted　to；　but　I　knew　you　were　driven　to



death；　with　this　tour　confronting　you。〃







　　　　　〃Oh；　I　can　always　find　time　to　listen　to　a　girl　who　has　a



voice；　if　she　means　business。　　I'm　sorry　I'm　leaving　so



soon。　　I　could　advise　you　better　if　I　had　heard　her。　　I　can



sometimes　give　a　singer　suggestions。　　I've　worked　so　much



with　them。〃







　　　　　〃You're　the　only　conductor　I　know　who　is　not　snobbish



about　singers。〃　　Harsanyi　spoke　warmly。







　　　　　〃Dear　me；　why　should　I　be？　　They've　learned　from　me；



and　I've　learned　from　them。〃　　As　they　rose；　Thomas　took



the　younger　man　affectionately　by　the　arm。　　〃Tell　me



about　that　wife　of　yours。　　Is　she　well；　and　as　lovely　as　ever？



And　such　fine　children！　　Come　to　see　me　oftener；　when　I　get



back。　　I　miss　it　when　you　don't。〃









　　　　　The　two　men　left　the　Auditorium　Building　together。



Harsanyi　walked　home。　　Even　a　short　talk　with　Thomas



always　stimulated　him。　　As　he　walked　he　was　recalling　an



evening　they　once　spent　together　in　Cincinnati。







　　　　　Harsanyi　was　the　soloist　at　one　of　Thomas's　concerts















there；　and　after　the　performance　the　conductor　had　taken



him　off　to　a　RATHSKELLER　where　there　was　excellent　German



cooking；　and　where　the　proprietor　saw　to　it　that　Thomas



had　the　best　wines　procurable。　　Thomas　had　been　working



with　the　great　chorus　of　the　Festival　Association　and　was



speaking　of　it　with　enthusiasm　when　Harsanyi　asked　him



how　it　was　that　he　was　able　to　feel　such　an　interest　in　choral



directing　and　in　voices　generally。　　Thomas　seldom　spoke　of



his　youth　or　his　early　struggles；　but　that　night　he　turned



back　the　pages　and　told　Harsanyi　a　long　story。







　　　　　He　said　he　had　spent　the　summer　of　his　fifteenth　year



wandering　about　alone　in　the　South；　giving　violin　con…



certs　in　little　towns。　　He　traveled　on　horseback。　　When　he



came　into　a　town；　he　went　about　all　day　tacking　up



posters　announcing　his　concert　in　the　evening。　　Before　the



concert；　he　stood　at　the　door　taking　in　the　admission　money



until　his　audience　had　arrived；　and　then　he　went　on　the



platform　and　played。　　It　was　a　lazy；　hand…to…mouth　ex…



istence；　and　Thomas　said　he　must　have　got　to　like　that



easy　way　of　living　and　the　relaxing　Southern　atmosphere。



At　any　rate；　when　he　got　back　to　New　York　in　the　fall；　he



was　rather　torpid；　perhaps　he　had　been　growing　too　fast。



From　this　adolescent　drowsiness　the　lad　was　awakened　by



two　voices；　by　two　women　who　sang　in　New　York　in　1851；



Jenny　Lind　and　Henrietta　Sontag。　　They　were　the　first



great　artists　he　had　ever　heard；　and　he　never　forgot　his



debt　to　them。







　　　　　As　he　said；　〃It　was　not　voice　and　execution　alone。　　There



was　a　greatness　about　them。　　They　were　great　women；



great　artists。　　They　opened　a　new　world　to　me。〃　　Night



after　night　he　went　to　hear　them；　striving　to　reproduce　the



quality　of　their　tone　upon　his　violin。　　From　that　time　his



idea　about　strings　was　completely　changed；　and　on　his



violin　he　tried　always　for　the　singing；　vibrating　tone；　in…



stead　of　the　loud　and　somewhat　harsh　tone　then　prevalent



among　even　the　best　German　violinists。　　In　later　years　he















often　advised　violinists　to　study　singing；　and　singers　to



study　violin。　　He　told　Harsanyi　that　he　got　his　first　con…



ception　of　tone　quality　from　Jenny　Lind。







　　　　　〃But；　of　course；〃　he　added；　〃the　great　thing　I　got　from



Lind　and　Sontag　was　the　indefinite；　not　the　definite；　thing。



For　an　impressionable　boy；　their　inspiration　was　incalcu…



lable。　　They　gave　me　my　first　feeling　for　the　Italian　style



but　I　could　never　say　how　much　they　gave　me。　　At　that



age；　such　influences　are　actually　creative。　　I　always　think



of　my　artistic　consciousness　as　beginning　then。〃







　　　　　All　his　life　Thomas　did　his　best　to　repay　what　he　felt　he



owed　to　the　singer's　art。　　No　man　could　get　such　singing



from　choruses；　and　no　man　worked　harder　to　raise　the



standard　of　singing　in　schools　and　churches　and　choral



societies。



























　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　VII











　　　　　All　through　the　lesson　Thea　had　felt　that　Harsanyi



was　restless　and　abstracted。　　Before　the　hour　was



over；　he　pushed　back　his　chair　and　said　resolutely；　〃I　am



not　in　the　mood；　Miss　Kronborg。　　I　have　something　on　my



mind；　and　I　must　talk　to　you。　　When　do　you　intend　to　go



home？〃







　　　　　Thea　turned　to　him　in　surprise。　　〃The　first　of　June；



about。　　Mr。　Larsen　will　not　need　me　after　that；　and　I　have



not　much　money　ahead。　　I　shall　work　hard　this　summer；



though。〃







　　　　　〃And　to…day　is　the　first　of　May；　May…day。〃　　Harsanyi



leaned　forward；　his　elbows　on　his　knees；　his　hands　locked



between　them。　　〃Yes；　I　must　talk　to　you　about　something。



I　have　asked　Madison　Bowers　to　let　me　bring　you　to　him



on　Thursday；　at　your　usual　lesson…time。　　He　is　the　best



vocal　teacher　in　Chicago；　and　it　is　time　you　began　to　work



seriously　with　your　voice。〃







　　　　　Thea's　brow　wrinkled。　　〃You　mean　take　lessons　of



Bowers？〃







　　　　　Harsanyi　nodded；　without　lifting　his　head。







　　　　　〃But　I　can't；　Mr。　Harsanyi。　　I　haven't　got　the　time；



and；　besides〃　she　blushed　and　drew　her　shoulders　up



stiffly〃besides；　I　can't　afford　to　pay　two　teachers。〃



Thea　felt　that　she　had　blurted　this　out　in　the　worst　possi…



ble　way；　and　she　turned　back　to　the　keyboard　to　hide　her



chagrin。







　　　　　〃I　know　that。　　I　don't　mean　that　you　shall　pay　two



teachers。　　After　you　go　to　Bowers　you　will　not　need　me。　　I



need　scarcely　tell　you　that　I　shan't　be　happy　at　losing



you。〃







　　　　　Thea　turned　to　him；　hurt　and　angry。　　〃But　I　don't　want















to　go　to　Bowers。　　I　don't　want　to　leave　you。　　What's　the



matter？　　Don't　I　work　hard　enough？　　I'm　sure　you　teach



people　that　don't　try　half　as　hard。〃







　　　　　Harsanyi　rose　to　his　feet。　　〃Don't　misunderstand　me；



Miss　Kronborg。　　You　interest　me　more　than　any　pupil　I



have。　　I　have　been　thinking　for　months　about　what　you



ought　to　do；　since　that　night　when　you　first　sang　for　me。〃



He　walked　over　to　the　window；　turned；　and　came　toward



her　again。　　〃I　believe　that　your　voice　is　worth　all　that　you



can　put　into　it。　　I　have　not　come　to　this　decision　rashly。　　I



have　studied　you；　and　I　have　become　more　and　more　con…



vinced；　against　my　own　desires。　　I　cannot　make　a　singer　of



you；　so　it　was　my　business　to　find　a　man　who　could。　　I



have　even　consulted　Theodore　Thomas　about　it。〃







　　　　　〃But　suppose　I　don't　want　to　be　a　singer？　　I　want　to



study　with　you。　　What's　the　matter？　　Do　you　really　think



I've　no　talent？　　Can't　I　be　a　pianist？〃







　　　　　Harsanyi　paced　up　and　down　the　long　rug　in　front　of



her。　　〃My　girl；　you　are　very　talented。　　You　could　be　a



pianist；　a　good　one。　　But　the　early　training　of　a　pianist；



such　a　pianist　as　you　would　want　to　be；　must　be　something



tremendous。　　He　must　have　had　no　other　life　than　music。



At　your　age　he　must　be　the　master　of　his　instrument。



Nothing　can　ever　take　the　place　of　that　first　training。　　You



know　very　well　that　your　technique　is　good；　but　it　is　not



remarkable。　　It　will　never　overtake　your　intelligence。　　You



have　a　fine　power　of　work；　but　you　are　not　by　nature　a　stu…



dent。　　You　are　not　by　nature；　I　think；　a　pianist。　　You



would　never　find　yourself。　　In　the　effort　to　do　so；　I'm



afraid　your　playing　would　become　warped；　eccentric。〃



He　threw　back　his　head　and　looked　at　his　pupil　intently



with　that　one　eye　which　sometimes　seemed