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THE SUNDAY OREGONIAX, PORTLAND, SEPTEMBER 18, 1910.
WIDOW
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The Opera House was crowded. rTwas a gay and gorgeous sight,
Because the great Falsetti made his grand debut that night;
And, in a box, in gems arrayed as brilliant as her eyes,
Applauding to the eciio. sat the charming Widow Wise.
-The great Falsetti Vtriumph came. He blushed and smiled and bowed,
vna, as ne giancea witn Deaming iace aDout mat spienaid crowd, V
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nis eyes icu on tue uiaow iair. t. iiusn suuusea ner race- s
Love's message flashed between them and it was another "case"!
-Of course this wondrous singer soon became the season's fad.
And invitations by the score from every source he had.
He spurned them all; but when he got a little card one night
For a dinner at the Widow's, he accepted with delight. "
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It was the season's one event. The finest folk were there:
The Widow never looked so sweer, so radiant and so fair.
The great Falsetti's eyes grew dim, his head felt very light.
As in his tenor voice he cried, "I'll speak my love to-night!"
He sang. lrwas a song of love, of flowers, and moon, and birds.
And toward the pretty Widow he inclined his tones and words.
That golden voice! Its every sound breathed love for her divine.
Ah," thought the Widow, "I am his, and he oh, joy! is mine
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6.TThen dinner caipciHe took'her in; and in a whisperrled,
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Oh, s isn't ha living god!'' the Silly Widow thougfct;
But When the servantrpught the food a horrid change was wroughtl
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fTKegfeat Falsetti swiftly stuck his napkin 'neath his chin.
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lie. graotjeu ujc orcau up io nis mouui aim ujauijr siuncu u m,
- ; Hc gobbfed soup, he smacked aloud, and with his knife he atcj .
fc; ; AncMvith a piece of crust he wiped the gravy- from his piatei
And then he turned his eyes on her and tried to look intense
The charm was gone. To smile at him she couldn't make pretence.
She saw him go, with fond regret reflected in her eyesn
r(comitm. . bt TKfe.ifss4ox herald ro ad itt Hfc. ILUUJLUNT S 1 AND THE 1 ABLh. I Lb II exclaimed the Widow Wise