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Show wemwfove QiaceWaake TULllO CARMINATt lYLE TALBOT-COLUMBIA TALBOT-COLUMBIA PICTURE i 1AT HAS G0N6 ON BEFORE ry Barrett, music student, fails -adio contest for a two-year schol-I schol-I p in Milan with the eminent I r and opera coach, Guilio Monte- . Despite parental objection, she l for Italy with $500 of her oxen irve out a career. In Milan she s 1$ lodgings with Muriel, an em-painter, em-painter, in a students' abode oon-d oon-d by Signora Frappazini, a in down opera singer, and studies 1 a shabby old teacher, Maestro ppx. Time and certain heedless ents of trifling extravagance ex t Mary's pitiful bankroll and she r herself in debt. Bill Huston, a to-do young American, in love Mary, eager to help her out of plight, hands her his purse. ! W GO OS WITH THE STORY j j CHAPTER II V .ry pushed away the wallett Bill J :on had extended with an inti- 4 on that she was able to help elf.. Arguments ceased as a re-d re-d ding knock at the door and the c ous voice of Signora Frappa- , was heard clamoring, "Signor- Barrett, I want my rent!" . .luppi laughingly interrupted. U was probably the worst 'Lucia . ever stepped on a stage; I v because I sang with her." i; ppi ran across the room to the " o and commen ced to play, in r y legato chords, the introduc- to the "Sextette" from "Lucia." I l a quick motion. Galuppi in-I in-I ;ted Mary, Muriel and Bill to t- l singing. The pounding on the ; increased in volume as they 5 r the "Sextette" with enough J gesture and enthusiasm to 1 jly compensate for the two miss- -members. , gnora Frappazini finally burst I? She was fat and very formid-looking, formid-looking, but despite htr fero-I fero-I s aspect there was music in her . Stopping in the doorway, she i ned to the familiar "Sextette," the expression on- her face I . ined. Suddenly, recalling the ose of her visit, she frowned shouted above the din, "Sig-na "Sig-na Barrett, if you don't pay rent, out you go!" tying no attention to her, the pers, GiQvartl answered quietly, I ' also know that Mademoiselle Lally will arrive when she pleases." "So! Even my assistant has to remind me that Monteverdi is being made a silly fool of by his pupil Just because " Giovani agreed with the maestrd, "M-m-m-m, just because?" "Giovani, you are right," Monteverdi Monte-verdi exclaimed with irritation. "When a teacher makes love to his pupil, he becomes the pupil. "Well, my student days are over. I have wasted enough time trying to teach pretty women how to sing between kisses." Angelina, Guilio's servant for years, opened the door and ushered in Mademoiselle Lally. She walked directly to Guilio and placed her arms around him. Still further annoyed an-noyed with Lally's display of intimacy, inti-macy, Guilio pushed her away rather forcibly. "Darling, surely my 'Rigoletto wasn't quite as bad as that last night?" inquired Lally. Giovani buried his head in a mu sic score in order to avoid witnessing witness-ing this embarrassing situation. "Your 'Rigoletto' was bad," declaimed de-claimed Guilio, shaking his finger threateningly. "Every opera you have sung for the past three months has been getting worse and worse and why?" Lally sought to silence his tirade, but the great teacher continued, to voice his anger- "Let me finish," Guilio continued, "when you first came to me, I had great hope for you. but now ," indicating in-dicating the futility of it all with a stormy gesture. Lally ignored Monteverdi's wrath. "You know Guilio," she purred, "I used to be impressed by your growling. growl-ing. But you can't order me around any more, I know you too weli, darling." Realizing that he had completely lost control over her, and, trying to check his own -turbulent emotions. Guilio remonstrated coldly. "Of course, it's all my fault. I'm a fool and we can't work together. I order or-der you to do scales and you say that my voice thrills you. I want !. nary protested, "Bui. Bui. I aon t love you.' I Posed by Qrace Moore and Lyle Tolh rs continued to "exhibit their j porero. Sfgr.orina Frappa-iv.-as strongly tempted to join i in song, but resisted. Trying 'Iear very firm, she appealed, orina Barrett, the rent?" i last, unable to deny the cap-1 cap-1 ng lure of the melody, ehe '1 her powerful voice in sing- the contralto part. The vi-rousing vi-rousing ensemble finally ! and the participants ap-ed ap-ed Signorina Frappazini. Ga-j Ga-j sprang from the piano and itly oSered the Signora his Shcwering praise on her, he leously escorted her to the Turning at the door, he id back and gave the three 'jsters a knowing wink, jiok here, Mary," demanded 'ieriously, "What are you plan-Ito plan-Ito do?" ireciating the fact that Ga-j Ga-j had merely diverted the Sig- i demand for rent for a few , Mary pensively admitted, "I i't the slightest idea." iitly placing his hands on her idlers, Bill gazed deeply into lyes. "Mary, why don't you V me? I've only asked you a dozen times. Seriously, we'd have a swell time just 3 around thinking up new ways .ending money." ry protested, "But, Bill, I don't -ou." K but you will," insisted Bill, O you get to know me better." riel interrupted to remark ear-ally, ear-ally, "If you weren't so deter-M deter-M to save your voice for opera, jjob at the Cafe Roma is still jfe Roma?" Bill reflected, try- y recall the establishment-'ah, establishment-'ah, the cellar joint down the ," enlightened Muriel. tching up her hat, Mary ly walked to tl;e door. here are you going at this and what's the hurry?" Mu- alled after her. i going to get that job at the Roma," Mary replied, and ran stairs. called after her, "Mary, are ure you won't marry me?" always like you best. Bill, no r how many other men I i'," replied Mary," as she con--I on her way, - The Maestro Rebels lio Monteverdi paced up and the length of his studio. At als he turned angrily and t significantly at the clock, fani, employed by Monteverdi 3 assistant and accompanist, 2 red in and walked lackadais-to lackadais-to the piano, where he started ange some music, n-thirty," shouted Giulio, ad-lg ad-lg towards the piano threat-y, threat-y, "and you walk in as if ig happened. You know that noiselle Lally -was to be here o'clock for her lesson." hodlcally arranging his pa- you to sing ana you want me to .make love!" Monteverdi turned to her furiously, furious-ly, "You've wasted enough of my time: get out of my studio and stay out!" "Look here, Monteverdi," she said icily, "you're not going to throw me out?" "But I am throwing you out!" he replied, firmly pushing her to the door. "Don't make me lose my temper, Lally, or I will strangle you!" Standing tearfully in the doorway, Lally sulked, "You will be sorry for this." Guilio gently wiped away her tears with a corner of his handkerchief handker-chief and agreed with her heartily. "Of course I will. I am a fool. I have no doubt that I will come to you tomorrow and tell you how sorry I am!" Sensing that she had struck a sensitive sympathetic chord In Guilio's make-up, Lally looked up at him hopefully and started to edge back into the studio, but Monteverdi, Monte-verdi, again the stern, unrelenting Maestro, pushed her out into the courtyard. "Maybe I'll do that, but as for teaching you again? Never!!" Guilio accentuated this declaration by slamming the door and muttering, mutter-ing, "Giovani, once more I learn that love and business do not mix. I am through with teaching. I will never teach another pretty woman pupil as long as I live." With a tone of finality in h!s voice. Guilio summoned Giovani, "Come, let us go to the Cafe Roma, to eat." Talent in a Cellar Cafe To divert the maestro, Giovani related amusing anecdotes of musical musi-cal gossip as they picked their way through picturesque alleys leading to the Cafe. Guilio cursed the evil fate that prompted his female pupils to fall in love with him and destroy the years of work he devoted to the one thing that really interested him i the voice. Entering the- dimly lit cafe, they were enthusiastically greeted by the proprietor. Guests turned to catch a glimpse of the famous musician. Attired in an Italian peasant costume, cos-tume, Mary moved about, serving pastries from a large tray. As she passed Guilio's table, he mechanically mechanic-ally helped himself. Looking at Mary appreciatively, Giovani whis-. pered, "Pretty girl, eh, Maestro?'.' Guilio disinterestedly shrugged his shoulders. The orchestra leader snapped his fingers at Mary, who began singing a simple ballad. Mary's capitivat-ing capitivat-ing voice rang clearly above the diminishing clatter of dishes and conversation. At the first note, Giulio raised his head in raDt admiration and listened. lis-tened. (TO BE CONTINUED) |