Romance In A Singer's Life

Appleton'g Journtil has a vivid sketch of the triumphs of Miss Clara Louisü Kellogg, aa an opera singer, and says that an important adjunct has been her personal beauty, which is far more real than are usually the charms of stage-heroines. - Apart frora the heightening of the complexion on the boards, rendered necossary by the glare of the foot-lights, she uses no otherdevice, and off the stage she uses uone at all. The dazzling-white arms and shoulders displayed by the black robes of Donna Anna and the gold spangled Titanin dress of Filina owe nothing of their loveliness to lilly-white, lilanc de perle, or even pearl-powder. Thu long, dark tresses that fall like a mantle over the shoulders of the distinguished Lucia are of native growth, and cost their hair weaver not one single cent The mass and weight of that splendid ahevelure are, indeed, often a burden and an inconvenience, especially during the violent headache8 frora which Miss Kellogg frequently suffers. I have often seen her, during one of these attacks, lying prostrate on a sofa, and almost covered by the dark, silky veil of the abundant tresses which were unfastened because their weight and thickness were more than the throbbing head could endure. A singular and mournful little romance is connected with the earlier portion oí the fair singer's career. During the last year of the war, and after one of the last the great battles, the chaplain of one of the Massachusetts regiments was engaged in rendering the last services to the dying, when ho came across a young lieutenaut lying by the road8ide, andevidentlydesperately wounded. The chaplain proposed to summoh medical aid, but the young man declined the offer, saying that he was dying, and that he preferred to be left "to pass away without further suffering. After doing what he could to malee the sufferer more comfortable in his last moments, the chaplain asked the dying man if he wished to send any message to his relatives or friends "No; he had neither, - he was alone in the world." " Was there no one," persisted the chaplain, " to whom he would like to send a word of farewell '(" The young officer hesitated. "Yes," he answered, there ís one - Miss Clara Louise Kellogg, the prima donna. She does not know me, nor have I ever even met her or seen her off the stage; but she is the one - the only - woman that I havi ever loved. I saw her in opera repeatedly when I was last in Boston, and the effect she produced upon me was instantaneous and ineffaceable And I hIiouIu die the happier did I know that she would one day learn that I had once existed, and that I had loved her." A few brief Unes were penoiled by the failing hand on a leaf of the chaplain's note-book, a single dark curl was severed frora the locks airead y growing dank with the dews of death, a word or two of thanks were faintly spoken, and then the dim eyes closed, and the brief romance and the young soldier's life had ended together. In due course of time the letter and the lock of hair were placed in Miss Kellogg"s hands ; and if the spirit of the sender, at the moment of her receiving them, was hovering near, he had at least the joy of learning that. though unknown to his fair lady-love, he had Dot died unwept by her. In private life Miss Kellogg is even more charming than she is upon the boards. She is a sparkling and vivacious conversationalists, and withal a most intelligent and sensible one. She is a thor ough lady, and, what is better still, she is a pure minded, high-souled, intellectual woman. And sh is, too, a thorough American, proud of her Dationality and of the fact that she received her musical education wholly in the United States, and resolutely refusing to Italianize her name to Siguorina Eeelogi, or to Frcnchify it to Mdlle. Keelogue. A gawkey saw, for the first time, a school girl going through some of her gymnastic exercises for the amusement of the little ones at home. After gazing at her with looks of interest and coramiseration for a while, he asked a boy near by " if that gal had fits ï " " No," replied the lad contemptuously : " that's gymnastics." " Oh, 'tis hey ? " said the verdant ; " how long has she had 'em ? "