My Austrian Love

ng the case of Miss Doblana. In a nutshell this case was as follows: She was sure that nobody had called, while her father seemed certain to the contrary. How did he know it? H

er had been: "Who called upon you during my absence?" which proved that he only knew

Doblana asked her anything

ing he asked me who had called durin

now, why Fanny had not said the tr

thought that perhaps somebody did call, and t

anny. However, what did he do whe

He said that I was in the plot, a

ould have told him that you

f it? He would have thought that Fr?

n extraordinary thing took place: She asked Fanny for advice.-Think of a you

bove all Fr?ulein mus

ried Mitzi a

d to pity us for the evident

will by chance meet Mr. Doblana leaving the theatre, and they will walk home together. In the meantime Fr?

Mitzi, "he will ma

treet. He will present you to each other, and the young gentleman" (that was, of course, again I), "will enquire

reads this page will say: What luck that a certain Government did not know that Fanny! A special dep

young mistress when talking to her had given her no details, yet she knew. She knew and even thought it

is a month since he last lef

learn this?

of contempt, "I wanted to know. So I

y superior being. You may therefore believe me that it wa

ung gentleman could win his confidence, we might learn what happened in that hour between his return home and his declaration to Fr?ulein that somebody must have vi

I to win his

st time she appeared a little perple

it will be terrible. The young gent

n are me

ght. They seem very clever ideas, but somehow they do not reach the main point of the question. I am sorry to state that Fanny in this respect as in other ways was worthy of her fellow statesmen and that, brilliant as

ty. Henceforth she had again the freedom of her movements, and I the pleasure of seeing her unconstrainedly. But that did not bring her one step nearer to the knowledge of what

ou had better te

hat w

s oath that he had not sent the Salzburg telegram, that he had not left Vienna, and that th

n she had finished telling me this story, "or t

y not only speaks the truth, but also th

l, perhaps my doubt was unjust-perhaps we had only arrived at that chapter which is com

ebody who was well acquainted with the fact that this particular wire would make you undertake the

hat it was my cousin

gestion

father would have objected to my journey to her, and if she had wanted to hide from him the reason of my travelling to Salzburg, she would have been at the station to meet me on my arrival, instead of letting me wait there for a coup

and that in my opinion Augusta von Heidenbrunn was not free from suspicion. People sometimes think very ba

nny was agai

n Heidenbrunn's rank). "Men can do more than women in such cases. A

k or so, however, there came another letter saying that he had failed. He had found the telegraph office from which the telegram had been dispatched, but the name of the

s third suggestion, namely, to make f

ye

ought of my first trials on the horn I do not know, nor have I

there illustrates rapturous vital power. You ought to have heard me and my vital power-or no! no! You are a kind person, you have bought this book, or at least, you have borrowed it from your Circulating Library, anyhow, you are reading it; you are a friend, and there is no reason for my wishing you evil, not even re

Bizet (which, Heaven be thanked he was not), one would have heard in the last act of Carmen the bellowing of the bull counterpointed against the celebrated duo between Carmen and Don José. I d

r. A father (at least a decent one) always recognizes his children, and if I was no great composer, I may at least say that I was a decent one. What I hear is music, played by a military band. And what do they play? Wha

l, earlier than that. It is a Scotch tune, fierce and proud, the right thing to be thought of in our fierce and proud time. I scored an arrangement of it as an entr'acte when I

ch, that weird melody, calls back to my memory all the

m the words Sir Walter Sc

o' Don

h o' D

wild vo

clan

ay, com

o the

your w

s and

glen and from m

pennon are a

laid and true hea

lade and strong ha

ntended

ock withou

pse uni

ride at t

deer, leav

ets and

our fight

ords and

s come, when for

s come, when nav

aster come, fa

age and groom, t

come, fast

w they

e the ea

with h

laids, draw

each m

o' Don

for th

ing my march here? I do not even remember wheth

d!-as if to make it still harder to me, to think that these days of Vienna, these beautiful days of mirth and sorrow, should be gone for ever,

os

but three things at the front. Long stretche

Just now I had been wondering at that strange performance of t

y

an't compose another one, it may as well be the "Pibroch." Before I sent the parts I had the music played to me. It was only a band of the Salvation Army, I could not get hold of anything else. We went there to hear it, your mother and I and Bean, who was just staying in London. My word, it was beautiful, and it reminded me of the olden days. If only I could once

He had hea

cheque all the same. Mother se

el Co

e isn't a Dad like

is from Bean. I

e. With such sounds striking our soldiers' ears, how can they march to anything e

you left b

ea

a Bean like you in a

ritten to an order from a publisher. For one reason or another publishers are always in a hurry. But

used the word "extract," which will remind you of a toothache. So did my blowing the horn. It was pitiful, yet heroic. For, in truth, I had no

from the very moment when in the railway carriage I had been attracted by the handsome contours of ... of ... of the reverse of the medal. I had now arrived at that state when the very name Mitzi would strike my brain with a glowing emotion, when I liked to forget all other things and to occupy myself solely with her, remembering the

e with his daughter seemed to be restricted to the utmost necessary, and I was unable to find out with what offence he was

ving once tasted my money (or, to render unto C?sar the things that were C?sar's, the money of Daniel Cooper & Co., Ltd.,

Cooper, you have talent only as a composer; but I am afraid that you will profit very little by the lessons you take with Hammer. He is a genius and, poor devil, I do not grudge him t

cost of Hammer's lessons. But it was true that I improved little with the organist's loose and obscure explanations which, indeed, were more fascinating than serviceable; and I was

at London terms. Nor had I to regret my decision, for Mr. Doblana proved a most inval

e best, the surest way of learning, for it necessitates a

called Aladdin, and many pages of this wo

ing on a ballet called Griseldis, the book of words of which-if I may use the euphemism "book of words"-had been provided by the Archduke Alphons Hector

the joint council of Mitzi and Fanny. Mitzi only abandoned herself to grief. In former days she would have known all about it, while now her father treate

it was at first call

two subjects seem absolutely different

issimilar objects. When father altered Daphnis and Chloe into Fata Morgana he said he had only to add some fift

east to have noticed that Mr. Doblana was not merely adapting a musical dress from its occidental fashion to an oriental one,

as panelled in old dark oak, and on the ceiling heavy black joists were visible. The tables, which no table-cloth adorned, were made of old oak, as were the chairs and the rest of the furniture. Old fashioned oil lamps fixed on the joists succeeded in giving the whole locality a kind of pleasant homeliness, although these oil lamps were lit by electricity. I was tol

gainst the growing invasion of amateurs in the theatrical and especially the

lost the subject and, before anybody knew how it had happened, was explaining the fundamental difference between medi?val and mod

hopeless cases should be prevented from producing their work in public, but such rule could not be applied to all

into silence, and Mr. Bischoff declared that such words were Anti-German, that to attack Wagnerism was to attack Germanism, that Wagne

as Doctor Bernheim. He declared that the subject of Germanism was quite out of plac

technique's sake. The other class was art for the expression of an idea, in his opinion the higher form of art, though he admitted that his opinion mattered very little. Only these two classes of artists counted at all, and it was the public's, not the artist's, duty to decide who

echnique could be taught, and learning alone had nothing common with art. He, Doblana, knew composers for the brain and composers for the heart; only the latter were artists by the grace of God, the only one

he question, yet I would have give

Maurus Giulay, who stood up

whole town of Vienna. He knows that tunes, little tunes, pay. There is but one excuse for Mr. Doblana's petty point of view: his nationality. H

d become q

f the question, you

s of the Round Table turned against Doblana, who was supported only by two other Czechs, three or four Italians, and one German: ol

ild talk, these furious shouts. I was shocked, I must confess, and I felt a little silly. Evidently there was

suggested a stroll which wo

ning, rapturous and passionately wonderful. You know the evil smell which fills most big towns just at tha

ed what happiness would be mine if a certain fair girl was moving by my side instead of her surly father. On the bridge there stood a lovely flower girl, delayed probably b

e with an old man, still smarting from what he considered an insult, and s

the happenings of this evening which were in a more

t important question in all his art ... in all his life, I ought to say. He mi

I was struck

suspected his daughter of some love affair.

was so interested in questions of money, why

mind no suspicion of any secret amours. What had upset him w

l to me. A bench seemed to invite us with open arms to a short visit. And a bench

sat down Mr. Dobla

no idea, Mr. Cooper, what intrigues exist in the theatrical world. They are all jealous because I happen to make a little money out of my ballets. They undermine my whole existence. And I have not only a great many members of the theatrical and musical world against me, but a

ad at last arisen an occasion of capturing that con

n. I felt sure that, if I had been with a nice girl-I wish he had been a nice girl instead of a morose, old man-I should have known what to say. Indeed, there are not man

g while I s

trust me, M

t my own daughter, who works with that gang against me!

g bitterly

let us

learned nothing. I was as

les. And a bench is a female in German. This one was as treacherous as all