The story of The Bohemian Girl is supposed to have been taken from a French ballet entitled The Gipsy, which was produced in Paris in 1839. Again, it is said to have been stolen from a play written by the Marquis de Saint-Georges, which was named La Bohémienne. However that may be, it would at first sight hardly seem worth stealing, but it has nevertheless been popular for many decades. Balfe, the composer, had no sense of dramatic composition and was not much of a musician, but he had a talent for writing that which could be sung. It was not always beautiful, but it was always practicable.

The original title of La Bohémienne has in its meaning nothing to do with Bohemia, and therefore a literal translation does not seem to have been especially applicable to the opera as Bunn made it. The story is placed in Hungary and not in Bohemia, and the hero came from Warsaw, hence the title is a misnomer all the way around. It was Balfe who tried to establish English opera in London, and to that purpose he wrote an opera or two in which his wife sang the principal roles; but in the midst of that enterprise he received favourable propositions from Paris, and therefore abandoned the London engagement. When he went to Paris, The Bohemian Girl was only partly written, and he took from its score several of its arias for use in a new opera. When he returned to London he wrote new music for the old opera, and thus The Bohemian Girl knew many vicissitudes off, as well as on, the stage.

The first city to hear this opera, outside of London, was New York. It was produced in America at the Park Theatre, November 25, 1844. The most remarkable thing about that performance was that the part of Arline was sung in the same cast by two women, Miss Dyott and Mrs. Seguin: the former singing it in the first act, the latter in the second and third. When it was produced in London, Piccolomini (a most famous singer) sang Arline and it was written that “applause from the many loud enough to rend the heavens” followed.

Because of this inconsequent opera, Balfe was given the cross of the Legion of Honour from Napoleon III., and was made Commander of the Order of Carlos III. by the regent of Spain. This seems incredible, for good music was perfectly well known from bad, but the undefined element of popularity was there, and thus the opera became a living thing.

A story is told of Balfe while he belonged to the Drury Lane orchestra. “Vauxhall Gardens” were then in vogue, and there was a call for the Drury Lane musicians to go there to play. The “Gardens” were a long way off, and there was no tram-car or other means of transportation for their patrons. Those who hadn’t a coach had no way of getting there, and it must have cost Balfe considerable to go and come each day. He decided to find lodgings near the Gardens to save himself expense. He looked and looked, on the day he first went out. Others wanted the same thing, and it was not easy to place himself. However, by evening, he had decided to take anything he could find; so he engaged a room at an unpromising looking house. He was kept waiting by the landlady for a long time in the passageway, but at last he was escorted up to his room, and, being tired out, he immediately went to bed and to sleep. In the morning he began to look about, and to his horror and amazement he found a corpse stowed away in a cupboard. Some member of his landlady’s family who occupied the bed had died. When he applied for the room, he had been made to wait while the previous occupant was hastily tucked out of sight. After that, he never hired lodgings without first looking into the cupboards and under the bed.

Balfe was a good deal of a wag, and his waggishness was not always in good taste, as shown by an incident at carnival time in Rome. His resemblance to a great patroness of his, the Countess Mazzaras, a well-known woman of much dignity, induced him upon that occasion to dress himself in women’s clothes, stand in a window conspicuously, and make the most extraordinary and hideous faces at the monks and other churchmen who passed. Every one gave the credit of this remarkable conduct to the Countess Mazzaras. Balfe had pianos carried up to the sleeping rooms of great singers before they got out of bed, and thus made them listen to his newly composed tunes. He sometimes announced himself by the titles of his famous tunes, as, “We May Be Happy Yet,” and was admitted, and received as readily as if he had resorted to pasteboard politeness.

In short, Balfe was never a great musician, yet he had all the eccentricities that one might expect a great musician to have, and he succeeded quite as well as if he had had genius.

Balfe was born May 15, 1808, and died October 20, 1870.

THE BOHEMIAN GIRL

CHARACTERS OF THE OPERA WITH THE ORIGINAL CAST

Arline Miss Romer.
Gipsy Queen Miss Betts.
Thaddeus Mr. Harrison.
Devilshoof Mr. Stretton.
Count Arnheim Mr. Borrani.
Florestein Mr. Durnset.

Scene laid in Hungary.

Composer: Michael Balfe.
Author: Alfred Bunn.

First sung at London, England, Her Majesty’s Theatre, Drury Lane, No, 1843.

ACT I

Many years ago, when noblemen, warriors, gipsies, lovers, enemies and all sorts and conditions of men fraternized without drawing very fine distinctions except when it came to levying taxes, a company of rich nobles met in the gardens of the Count Arnheim to go hunting together. The Count was the Governor of Presburg, and a very popular man, except with his inferiors.

They began their day’s sport with a rather highfalutin song sung by the Count’s retainers:

“Up with the banner and down with the slave,
Who shall dare dispute the right,
Wherever its folds in their glory wave,
Of the Austrian eagle’s flight?”

The verses were rather more emotional than intelligent, but the singers were all in good spirits and prepared for a fine day’s sport.

After this preliminary all the party among whom was the young daughter of the Count, whose name was Arline, and a girlie sort of chap, Florestein, who was the Count’s nephew came from the castle, with huntsmen and pages in their train; and what with pages running about, and the huntsmen’s bright colours, and the horns echoing, and the horses that one must feel were just without, stamping with impatience to be off, it was a gay scene. The old Count was in such high feather that he, too, broke into song and, while singing that

“Bugles shake the air,”

he caught up his little daughter in his arms and told how dear she was to him. It was not a proper thing for so young a girl to go on a hunt, but Arline was a spoiled young countess. When a huntsman handed a rifle to Florestein, that young man shuddered and rejected it which left one to wonder just what he was going to do at a hunt without a rifle, but the others were less timid, and all separated to go to their various posts, Arline going by a foot-path in charge of a retainer.

These gay people had no sooner disappeared than a handsome young fellow, dishevelled, pursued, rushed into the garden. He looked fearfully behind him, and stopped to get his breath.

“I can run no farther,” he gasped, looking back upon the road he had come; and then suddenly at his side, he saw a statue of the Austrian Emperor. He was even leaning against it.

“Here I am, in the very midst of my foes! a statue of the Emperor himself adorning these grounds!” and he became even more alarmed. While he stood thus, hesitating what to do next, a dozen dusky forms leaped the wall of the garden and stood looking at him. Thaddeus was in a soldier’s dress and looked like a soldier. Foremost among the newcomers, who huddled together in brilliant rags, was a great brigand-looking fellow, who seemed to lead the band.

“Hold on! before we undertake to rob this chap, let us make sure of what we are doing,” he cautioned the others. “If he is a soldier, we are likely to get the worst of it” showing that he had as much wisdom as bravado. After a moment’s hesitation they decided that caution was the better part of valour, and since it was no harm to be a gipsy, and there was a penalty attached to being a robber, they nonchalantly turned suspicion from themselves by beginning to sing gaily of their gipsy life. Frequently when they had done this, they had received money for it. If they mayn’t rob this soldier chap, at least he might be generous and toss them a coin. During this time, Thaddeus was not napping. The Austrian soldiery were after him, and at best he could not expect to be safe long. The sight of the vagabonds inspired him with hope, although to most folks they would have seemed to be a rather uninspiring and hopeless lot. He went up to the leader, Devilshoof:

“My friend, I have something to say to you. I am in danger. You seem to be a decent sort gay and friendly enough. The Austrian soldiers are after me. I am an exile from Poland. If I am caught, my life will be forfeited. I am young and you may count upon my good will. If you will take me along with you as one of you, I may stand a chance of escaping with my life what do you say?”

The gipsies stared at him; and Devilshoof did so in no unfriendly manner. The leader was a good-natured wanderer, whose main fault was stealing but that was a fault he shared in common with all gipsies. He was quite capable of being a good friend.

“Just who are you?” he asked, wanting a little more information.

“A man without country, friends, hope or money.”

“Well, you seem able to qualify as a gipsy pretty well. So come along.” Just as he spoke, another gipsy, who was reconnoitering, said softly:

“Soldiers are coming ”

“Good we’ll give them something to do. Here, friend, we’ll get ready for them,” he cried, delighted with the new adventure.

At that the gipsies fell to stripping off Thaddeus’s soldier clothes, and exchanging them for a gipsy’s smock; but as this was taking place, a roll of parchment fell at Devilshoof’s feet.

“What’s this?” he asked, taking it up.

“It is my commission as a soldier of Poland the only thing I have of value in the world. I shall never part with it,” and Thaddeus snatched it and hid it in his dress and then mixed with the gipsies just as the Emperor’s soldiers came up.

“Ho, there! You vagabonds have you seen anything of a stranger who has passed this way?”

“What a Polish soldier?”

“That’s our man.”

“Young?”

“Yes, yes where did he go?”

“A handsome fellow?”

“Have done there, and answer where did he go?”

“I guess that may be the one?” Devilshoof reflected, consulting his comrades with a deliberation which made the officer wish to run his sword through him.

“Speak up or ”

“Yes, yes that’s right we have the right man! Up those rocks there,” pointing. “That is the way he went. I shouldn’t wonder if you might catch him.”

The officer didn’t wait to hear any more of this elaborate instruction, but rushed away with his men.

“Now, comrade,” Devilshoof said to Thaddeus: “It is time for us to be off, while our soldier friends are enjoying the hunt. Only you lie around here while we explore a little; this gipsy life means a deal of wear and tear, if a fellow would live. There is likely to be something worth picking up about the castle, and after we have done the picking, we’ll all be off.”

As the gipsies and Thaddeus went away, the huntsmen rushed on, shouting to each other, and sounding their horns. Florestein came along in their wake. He was about the last man on earth to go on a hunt. He made this known without any help, by singing:

Is no succour near at hand?
For my intellect so reels,
I am doubtful if I stand
On my head or on my heels.
No gentleman, it’s very clear,
Such a shock should ever know,
And when once I become a peer,
They shall not treat me so

That seemed to suggest that something serious had happened, but no one knew what till Thaddeus and a crowd of peasants rushed wildly in.

“The Count’s child, Arline, is attacked by an infuriated animal, and we fear she is killed,” that is what Florestein had been bemoaning, instead of hurrying to the rescue! The Count Arnheim ran in then, distraught with horror. But Thaddeus had not remained idle; he had rushed after the huntsmen. Presently he hurried back, bearing the child in his arms. The retainer whose business it was to care for Arline fell at the Count’s feet.

“Oh, great sir, just as we were entering the forest a wild deer rushed at us, and only for the bravery of this young gipsy,” indicating Thaddeus “the child would have been torn in pieces. As it is, she is wounded in the arm.”

The Count took his beloved daughter in his arms.

“Her life is safe and the wound is not serious, thank God. Take her within and give her every care. And you, young man you will remain with us and share our festivities and ask of me anything that you will: I can never repay this service.”

“Humph! Thaddeus is a fool,” Devilshoof muttered. “First he served his enemy and now has to stand his enemy’s thanks.”

Thaddeus refused at first to remain, but when his refusal seemed to draw too much attention to the gipsy band, he consented, as a matter of discretion. So they all seated themselves at the table which had been laid in the garden, and while they were banqueting, the gipsies and peasants danced to add to the sport; and little Arline could be seen in the nurse’s arms, at a window of the castle, watching the fun, her arm bound up.

“Now,” cried the old Count, when the banquet was over, “I ask one favour of all and that is that you drink to the health of our great Emperor.” He rose and lifted his glass, assuming that all would drink. But that was a bit too much for Thaddeus! The Emperor was the enemy of Poland. Most certainly he would not drink not even to save his life.

Florestein, who was always doing everything but what he ought, walked up to Thaddeus and pointed out his glass to him.

“Your fine acquaintance, uncle, is not overburdened with politeness, it seems to me. He does not respond to your wishes.”

“What does he not drink to the Emperor? My friend, I challenge you to drink this health.” The old Count filled Thaddeus’s glass and handed it to him.

“And thus I accept the challenge,” Thaddeus cried; and before Devilshoof or any one else could stop him, the reckless chap went up to the statue of the Emperor and dashed the wine in its face.

This was the signal for a great uproar. The man who has dared insult the Emperor must be punished. The nobles made a dash for him, but the old Count was under an obligation too great to abandon Thaddeus yet. He tried to silence the enraged guests for a moment, and then said aside to Thaddeus:

“Go, I beg of you, your life is not worth a breath if you remain here. I cannot protect you and indeed I ought not. Go at once,” and he threw Thaddeus a purse of gold, meaning thus to reward him, and get him away quickly. Thaddeus immediately threw the purse amidst the nobles who were threatening him, and shouted:

“I am one whom gold cannot reward!” At that the angry men rushed upon him, but Devilshoof stood shoulder to shoulder with Thaddeus.

“Now, then, good folks, come on! I guess together we can give you a pretty interesting fight, if it’s fighting you are after!” A scrimmage was just in Devilshoof’s line, and once and forever he declared himself the champion of his new comrade.

“Really, this is too bad,” Florestein whimpered, standing at the table with the bone of a pheasant in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. “Just as a man is enjoying his dinner, a boor like this comes along and interrupts him.” But by that time the fight was on, and Thaddeus and Devilshoof were against the lot. The old Count ordered his retainers to separate the nobles and the gipsies, and then had Devilshoof bound and carried into the castle. Thaddeus was escorted off by another path.

The row was over and the nobles seated themselves again at the table. The nurse, who had Arline at the window, now left her nursling and came down to speak with the Count.

Immediately after she left the castle chamber, Devilshoof could be seen scrambling over the castle roof, having escaped from the room in which he was confined. Reaching the window where Arline was left, he closed it. The nurse had been gone only a moment, when she reentered the room. Whatever had taken place in her absence caused her to scream frightfully. The whole company started up again, while the nurse threw open the window and leaned out, crying:

“Arline is gone stolen help, help!” All dashed into the castle. Presently some of the nobles came to the window and motioned to those left outside. It was quite true. Arline was gone. Out they all rushed again. Every one in the place had gone distracted. The poor old Count’s grief was pitiable. At that moment Devilshoof could be seen triumphantly mounting the rocks, with Arline in his arms. He had avenged his comrade Thaddeus.

All at once the crowd saw the great gipsy leaping from rock to rock with the little child in his arms, and with a roar they started after him. Then Devilshoof seemed fairly to fly over the rocks, but the crowd gained upon him, till they reached a bridge which spanned a deep chasm; there Devilshoof paused; he was over, and with one tremendous effort he knocked from under the structure the trunk of a tree which supported the far end of the bridge, and down it went! The fall of timbers echoed back with Devilshoof’s shout of laughter as he sped up the mountain with Arline.

The old Count ran to the chasm to throw himself headlong into it, but his friends held him back.

ACT II

Twelve years after that day of the hunt in Count Arnheim’s forests, the gipsies were encamped in Presburg. In those strange times gipsies roved about in the cities as well as in the fields and forests, and it was not at all strange to find the same old band encamped thus in the public street of a city. There, the gipsy queen had pitched her tent, and through its open curtains Arline could be seen lying upon a tiger’s skin, while Thaddeus, who had never left the band, watched over her. There were houses on the opposite side of the street, and the gipsy queen’s tent was lighted only dimly with a lamp that swung at the back, just before some curtains that formed a partition in the tent.

It was all quiet when the city patrol went by, and they had no sooner passed than Devilshoof entered the street, followed by others of the gipsy band, all wrapped in their dark cloaks.

“The moon is the only one awake now,” they sang. “There is some fine business on foot, when the moon herself goes to bed,” and they all drew their daggers. But Devilshoof, who was a pretty decent fellow, and who didn’t believe in killing, whispered:

“Fie! Fie! When you are going to rob a gentleman, you shouldn’t draw a knife on him. He will be too polite to refuse anything you may ask, if you ask politely” which was Devilshoof’s idea of wit. There was a hotel across the street, and one of the gipsies pointed to a light in its windows.

“It will be easy when our fine gentlemen have been drinking long enough. They won’t know their heads from their heels.” They stole off chuckling, to wait till they imagined every one to be asleep, but they were no sooner gone than Florestein, that funny little fop who never had thought of anything more serious than his appearance, reeled out of the hotel. He was dressed all in his good clothes, and wore golden chains about his neck to one of which was attached a fine medallion. Rings glittered on his fingers, and altogether, with his plumes and furbelows, he was precisely the sort of thing Devilshoof and his companions were looking for. He was so very drunk that he could not imagine what a fool he was making of himself, and so he began to sing:

Wine, wine, if I am heir,
To the count, my uncle’s line;
Wine, wine, wine,
Where’s the fellow will dare
To refuse his nephew wine?

This excellent song was punctuated by hiccoughs. There was another stanza which rebuked the boldness of the moon in short, mentioned the shortcomings of most people compared to this elegant fellow’s. Altogether, he was a very funny joke to the gipsies who were waiting for him and peering and laughing from round a corner as he sang. Then Devilshoof went up to him with mock politeness. He bowed very seriously.

My ear caught not the clock’s last chime,
And might I beg to ask the time?

Florestein, even though he was drunk, was half alive to his danger. He hadn’t enough courage to survive a sudden sneeze. So he braced up a little and eyed Devilshoof:

If the bottle has prevailed,
Yet whenever I’m assailed,
Though there may be nothing in it,
I am sobered in a minute.

One could see that this was quite true. Florestein was a good deal worried. He took out his watch, and assured Devilshoof that it was quite late.

I am really grieved to see
Any one in such a state,
And gladly will take the greatest care
Of the rings and chains you chance to wear,

Devilshoof said still more politely; and bowing all of the time he removed the ornaments from Florestein’s person.

What I thought was politeness, is downright theft,
And at this rate I soon shall have nothing left,

the unfortunate dandy moaned, clutching his gewgaws hopelessly, while all the gipsies beset him, each taking all he could for himself. But Devilshoof having secured the medallion, made off with it. He was no sooner gone than a dark woman wrapped in a cloak came into the street and, when she was right in the midst of the squabble, she dropped her cloak and revealed herself as Queen of the band. All the gipsies were amazed and not very comfortable either! because, strange to say, this gipsy queen did not approve of the maraudings of her band; and when she caught them at thievery she punished them.

“Return those things you have stolen,” she commanded, and they made haste to do so, while the trembling Florestein took a hurried inventory of his property. But among the things returned, he didn’t find the medallion.

“I’m much obliged to you, Madame, whoever you are, but I’d like a medallion that they have taken, returned.”

“That belongs to the chief Devilshoof,” they cried.

“I’ll answer for your safety,” the Queen said to Florestein, who was not overmuch reassured by this, but still tried to make the best of things. “Now follow me,” she called the band, and went, holding Florestein and dragging him with her.

They had no sooner gone than Arline, who had been awakened by the noise outside the tent, came out into the street. Thaddeus followed her. She was greatly disturbed.

“Thaddeus,” she said, “I have had a strange dream”:

I had riches too great to count; could boast
Of a high ancestral name;
But I also dreamt (which pleased me most)
That you loved me still the same.

I dreamt that suitors sought my hand,
That knights upon bended knee
And with vows no maiden heart could withstand
They pledged their faith to me.

And I dreamt that one of that noble host
Came forth my hand to claim,
But I also dreamt (which pleased me most)
That you loved me still the same.

When she had ceased to sing, Thaddeus embraced her tenderly and assured her that he should love her always, “still the same.”

Arline had often been troubled because of some difference between herself and the gipsies, and she had also been curious about a scar which was upon her arm. So upon that night she questioned Thaddeus about this, and he told her of the accident in the forest twelve years before, when she got the wound upon her arm. However, he did not reveal to her that she was the daughter of a noble.

“Thou wert but six years old when this accident befell thee,” Thaddeus told her. But Arline was not yet satisfied.

“There is more to tell! I know that I am not of this gipsy band nor art thou! I feel that this is true, Thaddeus. Wilt thou not tell me the secret if there is one?” and Thaddeus had decided that he would do this, when the curtains at the back of the Queen’s tent were parted and the gipsy Queen herself appeared.

“Do you dare throw yourself into the arms of this man, when I love him?” the Queen demanded angrily, at which Arline and Thaddeus were thrown into consternation. But Arline had plenty of courage, especially after what had just happened; hence she appealed to Thaddeus himself. He declared his love for her, and the two called for their comrades. All ran in and asked what the excitement was about.

Arline declared to them that she and Thaddeus loved each other and wished to be married which pleased Devilshoof mightily. All life was a joke to him, and he knew perfectly that the Queen was in love with Thaddeus.

“Ho, ho,” he laughed. “Now we shall have everybody by the ears. Come!” he cried to the Queen. “As queen of the gipsies, it is your business to unite this handsome pair. We are ready for the ceremony,” and they all laughed and became uproarious. The Queen’s pride would not let her ignore the challenge, so she advanced haughtily and took the hands of the lovers.

“Hand to hand and heart to heart,
Who shall those I’ve united part?”

she chanted; and with this gipsy rite, they were united.

Then the band sat down in groups and made merry; but the Queen began to plot revenge against Arline.

While they lounged about, prolonging the revel, a gipsy entered and told them that day was dawning, and that already the people of the city were awake and wending their way to a fair which the gipsies were bound for; and if they were to make anything by their dances and tricks they had better be up and doing.

“Up, all of you!” cried the moody Queen, “and meet me in the public square; while you, Devilshoof, stay behind for further orders.” Whereupon all went down the street, Thaddeus and Arline hand in hand.

As soon as the last gipsy had disappeared, the Queen turned on Devilshoof. “Now, then that thing you are wearing about your neck that medallion you stole! hand it over; and as for what has just happened, I shall not forget the part you had in it it was you who urged the marriage and compelled me to perform it or else betray myself! You shall pay for this. Meantime, see that you take nothing more that doesn’t belong to you,” and she snatched the medallion from him. This did not endear her to Devilshoof, and he determined to have his revenge.

“Now be off and join the rest!” she cried; and while she left the square by one route Devilshoof departed by another.

After going a little way, Devilshoof was certain to come up with those who had gone before and who were dancing along, in front of Arline and Thaddeus, singing gaily about the wedding.

Come with the gipsy bride,
And repair
To the fair.
Where the mazy dance
Will the hours entrance.
Come with the gipsy bride,
Where souls as light preside.

Thus they pranced along having a fine gipsy time of it till they arrived at the fair, which was held in a great public square in the midst of the city. The courthouse was on one side, and over the door there was a sign which read “The Hall of Justice.” Everybody seemed to be at the fair: peasants, nobles, soldiers, and citizens; rope-dancers, quack doctors, waxworks, showmen of all sorts, and bells rang and flags flew, and altogether it was just the thing for a gipsy’s wedding day.

The quack doctor blew his horn, and everybody surged about him, and while all that movement and fun were taking place, Devilshoof and Thaddeus formed a sort of flying wedge on the outskirts of the crowd and forced a passage for the gipsy band. At that moment Florestein came along, taking part in the day as all the rest of Presburg were doing, and the first man his eye lighted upon was that miscreant, Devilshoof. There stood the man who had stolen his medallion! There were several gentlemen with Florestein, and he called their attention to the gipsy group. Meantime Arline, like any gipsy, had been going about selling flowers and telling fortunes, and while those things were taking place the old Count Arnheim and some officers of the city entered and tried to pass through the group to the courthouse, where the old Count presided as judge. Florestein stopped him.

“Uncle, just stop a bit and look at those gipsies! Do you see that pretty girl? I am delighted with her. Even an old gentleman like you should have an eye to a girl as pretty as that,” he laughed. This was not in very good taste, but then, nobody ever accused the little idiot of having either good taste or good courage.

“I have no eyes for beauty since my Arline was lost to me, nephew,” the old man returned sadly, and passed to his courtroom. But Florestein pressed through the crowd till he reached Arline’s side.

“You are a pretty girl,” he said boldly, ogling her. “Come! you are teaching others” (Arline had been telling a fortune), “teach me.”

“A lesson in politeness, sir? you need it,” and Arline slapped his face; not at all the sort of thing a countess would do, but then she had been brought up a gipsy, and couldn’t be expected to have all the graces of her ancestors. The Queen, who had been watching, ready to make trouble, called Thaddeus’s attention to the incident, and Thaddeus shouldered his way through the crowd just in time to slap Florestein’s face from the other side, as he turned about. The fop was somewhat disturbed, while Arline and Thaddeus burst out laughing at him. The Queen, watching this episode, recognized in Florestein the chap to whom she had restored the trinkets. She herself had the medallion, and instantly a malicious thought occurred to her: it was her opportunity to revenge herself on Arline for loving Thaddeus. She approached Arline, and held out the medallion.

“You should be rewarded, my girl, for giving this presumptuous fellow a lesson. Take this from me, and think of it as my wedding gift,” and she left the medallion with Arline. The girl was very grateful and kissed the Queen’s hand.

“Now we must go! call the band together,” she commanded, leading the way; and slowly they all assembled and prepared to go. Thaddeus hung the medallion on Arline’s neck and, with her, came last of the band. Now Florestein, smarting under their blows, saw the medallion on Arline’s neck and at once drew the attention of his friends to it. They recognized it as his. He then went up to Thaddeus and Arline and pointed to the trinket.

“You may stay awhile, my girl. How about that medallion of mine which you have on your neck? My friends here recognize it!”

“The Queen has given it to me only now,” she replied in amazement; but as she looked about she saw that the Queen was gone, and Devilshoof, who had witnessed all, was then sneaking off.

“That is a good story. We have all heard that sort of thing before. Come along,” and he would have arrested her instantly, but Thaddeus sprang forward and took a hand in the matter. When Florestein saw the affair had grown serious he ran into the Hall of Justice, and returned with a guard who arrested the girl. Arline, in tears, declared her innocence, but everything appeared against her. She had only Thaddeus to stand by her, but at this crisis the other gipsies ran back, hearing of the row, and tried to rescue her. There Thaddeus, too, was seized, and a free fight took place in which the gipsies were driven off; finally, Arline, left alone, was marched into the Hall of Justice. The Queen then returned, and stood unseen, enjoying the young girl’s peril, while Thaddeus threatened everybody concerned.

Now before the guards reached the Count Arnheim’s apartment where Arline was to be tried, the Count had been sitting before a portrait of his lost daughter, which pictured her as she was twelve years before. He had never known a happy hour since her loss. As he looked at her portrait he sang:

The mind will in its worst despair,
Still ponder o’er the past,
On moments of delight that were
Too beautiful to last.
To long departed years extend
Its visions with them flown;
For mem’ry is the only friend
That grief can call its own.

Thus, while the old Count’s mind was lingering sadly over the past, calling up visions of the hopes that had fled with his daughter, she was being brought to him charged with a crime of which she was innocent. Soon the Count heard a noise near his apartment, and the captain of the guard burst in to tell him a robbery had been committed in the square. No sooner had Arnheim seated himself in his official place than the people hustled in Arline. Florestein was in the midst of the mob; going at once to his uncle he cried:

“Your lordship, it is I who have been robbed!”

“Ah! some more of your trouble-making. Why are you forever bringing the family name into some ill-sounding affair?”

“But, uncle, it is true that I am a victim. There is the very girl who robbed me!” he cried, pointing to Arline. The Count looked pityingly at her.

“What the pretty girl I saw in the square? So young and innocent a face!”

“However that may be, she has stolen my medallion: we found it upon her!”

“Can this be true, my child?” the Count asked gently.

“No, your lordship. I have done nothing wrong; but alas! there is no one to help me.”

At that the Count became more distressed. The thought of his own child returned to him. She might be somewhere as hardly pressed and as helpless as this young gipsy girl.

“We can prove her guilty,” Florestein persisted.

“Tell me your story, my child. I shall try to do you justice,” the Count urged, looking kindly at Arline.

“The Queen of our tribe gave me that medallion. I do not know how she possessed herself of it, unless ” Arline suddenly remembered the scene at her wedding, and half guessed the truth. “Your lordship, I cannot prove it, but I believe she gave me a medallion which she knew to be stolen, in order to revenge herself upon me for giving her displeasure last night!” The old Count gazed thoughtfully at her. He believed her story: she looked truthful, and her tone was honest.

“I believe you,” he answered, at last, “yet since you cannot prove this, I have no alternative but to hand you over to justice.”

“Then, sir, I can deliver myself!” she cried, drawing a dagger, and was about to plunge it into her heart when the horrified Count sprung forward and stopped her. As he seized her arm, he glanced at the scar upon it: then started and looked closely at her face. Again the face of his lost daughter was before him. He looked at the painting of the little girl upon the wall, and again at Arline. They were so like that he could doubt no longer.

“Tell me how did you come by that scar upon your arm speak the truth, because my very life hangs upon it, my child.” By this time the whole mob had gathered excitedly about the girl and the old judge.

“When I was six years old a wild deer wounded me ” the Count nearly fainted with hope “I was saved and ” at this moment, Thaddeus, having shaken off his guard, rushed in to help Arline. She cried out happily and pointed to him. “It was he who saved my life,” she said. “It was Thaddeus!” The Count recognized the man who had refused to drink the health of the Emperor at the banquet years before! Clearly it was his own child who had been brought before him!

With a joyous cry he clasped her in his arms, but she did not know the meaning of his joy or of the excitement, and, frightened and bewildered, she ran to Thaddeus. Thaddeus pointed sadly to the Count:

“It is thy father, Arline. It is true,” and he buried his face in his hands. He must now give her up. Since she had found a noble father he could not hope to be near her again, and while he stood with his face in his hands, and Arline was again in the arms of the Count, Devilshoof made his way in through the crowd, and tried to drag Thaddeus away. He loved his comrade of twelve years, and he saw that harm might come to him in the new situation.

ACT III

After leaving the Hall of Justice, Arline returned with her father to the home of her childhood, for her dream had come true: she “dwelt in marble halls, with vassals and serfs at her side.” Yet she was far from happy: Thaddeus had left the hall with Devilshoof on the day of Arline’s arrest, and she had not seen him since. Gorgeously dressed in a ball gown, she was in a beautiful room in her father’s house. Her father entered with Florestein and begged her to think kindly of her silly foppish cousin.

“You have every reason to be resentful toward Florestein,” he said, “but if you can think kindly of him for my sake it would make me very happy. I have always intended you to marry each other.”

At that Arline was very wretched; and after a moment she said: “Father, I should like to please you, but I cannot think affectionately of my cousin,” and before the argument could be carried further, a servant entered to tell them that the palace was filling with guests, and that the Count was needed. Florestein and the Count then went to meet the company, leaving Arline alone to recover her self-possession. She became very sad for she was thinking of Thaddeus and of the days she had spent wandering over the world with him and the gipsies. Suddenly she went to a cabinet, took her gipsy dress from it, and looked at it, the tears streaming from her eyes. While she was lost in the memories of other days, Devilshoof jumped in at the window and Arline nearly screamed upon seeing him so suddenly.

“Don’t scream! Don’t be frightened,” he said quickly. “I have come to say how we all miss you, and to beg you to come back to the tribe. I have brought with me one whose powers of persuasion are greater than mine,” he added, and instantly Thaddeus appeared at the window, while Arline, unable to restrain herself, rushed into his arms.

“Ah, I feared you would forget me in the midst of so much luxury and wealth,” he said happily.

“Oh, Thaddeus, did I not also dream which pleased me most that you loved me still the same?” she reminded him.

“I came only to entreat you sometimes to think of me,” he now said with a lighter heart, “and also I came to tell you ” he paused, kissed her, and then sang:

When coldness or deceit shall slight
The beauty now they prize,
And deem it but a faded light
Which beams within your eyes;
When hollow hearts shall wear a mask
’Twill break your own to see:
In such a moment I but ask
That you’ll remember me.

The song only added to Arline’s distress. She could not let Thaddeus go.

“You must never leave me, Thaddeus,” she cried.

“Then will you fly with me?” he begged.

“It would kill my poor father; he has only now found me. I would go if it were not for love of him, but how can I leave him?” And while the lovers were in this unhappy coil Devilshoof, who had been watching at the window to warn them if any one was coming, called out:

“Your doom is sealed in another moment! You must decide: people are coming. There is no escape for you, Thaddeus.”

“Come into this cabinet,” Arline cried in alarm. “No one can find you there! and you, Devilshoof, jump out of the window.” No sooner said than done! Out Devilshoof jumped, while Thaddeus got into the cabinet. The great doors were thrown open and the company streamed in to congratulate Arline on being restored to her father. The old Count then took Arline by the hand and presented her to the company, while Florestein, as the suitor who expected to be given her hand in marriage, stood beside her, smiling and looking the coxcomb. Everybody then sang a gay welcome, and Florestein, who seemed born only to do that which was annoying to other people, picked up the forgotten gipsy dress, declaring that it was not suitable to such a moment, and that he would place it in the cabinet.

That was the worst possible thing he could do, and Arline watched him with horror. If he should go to the cabinet, as she was now certain he would, he could not possibly help finding Thaddeus. She watched with excitement every moment; but in the midst of her fears there was a great noise without, and the gipsy Queen forced her way in, to the amazement of the company. She went at once to the old Count, who it seemed was never to have done with surprises.

“Who art thou, intruder?” he asked angrily. Upon this the Queen lifted her veil, which till then had concealed her face.

“Behold me!” she cried, very dramatically, “heed my warning voice! Wail and not rejoice!” A nice sort of caution to be injected into a merrymaking. “The foe to thy rest, is the one you love best. Think not my warning wild, ’tis thy refound child. She loves a youth of the tribe I sway, and braves the world’s reproof. List to the words I say, he is now beneath thy roof!” This was quite enough to drive the entire company into hysterics.

“Base wretch,” the Count cried, “thou liest!”

“Thy faith I begrudge, open that door and thyself be the judge,” she screamed, quite beside herself with anger. Of course everybody looked toward the door of the cabinet, and finally the Count opened it, and there stood Thaddeus.

He staggered back, the Queen was delighted, but everybody else was frightened half to death.

Everybody concerned seemed then to be in the worst possible way. Arline determined to stand by Thaddeus, and she was quite appalled at the wickedness of the Queen.

“Leave the place instantly,” the Count roared to Thaddeus.

“I go, Arline,” Thaddeus answered sorrowfully.

“Never! unless I go with thee,” she declared, quite overcome by the situation. “Father, I love thee, but I cannot give up Thaddeus,” she protested sorrowfully to the Count. Then the Count drew his sword and rushed between them.

“Go!” he cried again to Thaddeus, and at the same time the Queen urged him to go with her. Then Arline begged to be left alone with her father that she might have a private word with him. Everybody withdrew except Thaddeus, wondering what next, and how it would all turn out.

“Father,” Arline pleaded when they were alone, “I am at your feet. If you love me you will listen. It was Thaddeus who restored me to you; who has guarded me from harm for twelve years. I cannot give him up, and to send him away is unworthy of you.” The Count made a despairing gesture of dismissal to Thaddeus.

“But, father, we are already united,” she urged, referring to the gipsy marriage. At that the Count was quite horrified.

“United? to a strolling fellow like this?” This was more than Thaddeus could stand, knowing as he did that he was every bit as good as the Count being a Polish noble. True, if he revealed himself, he might have to pay for it with his life, because he was still reckoned at large as the enemy of the Emperor, but even so, he decided to tell the truth about himself for Arline’s sake.

“Listen,” he cried, stepping nearer to the Count. “I am not what you think me. Let this prove to you my birth,” and he took the old commission from his pocket where he had carried it for years, and handed it to the Count. “This will prove to thee, though I am an exile, that I am a noble like thyself; and my birth does not separate me from thy daughter.” The Count read the paper tremblingly and then looked long at Thaddeus. Tears came to his eyes.

“The storms of a nation’s strife should never part true lovers,” he said softly, at last: “Thy hand!” and taking Thaddeus’s hand he placed it tenderly in that of Arline. As they stood thus united and happy, the Queen appeared at the window, pointing him out to a gipsy beside her. The gipsy was about to fire upon Thaddeus at the Queen’s command, when Devilshoof knocked up the gipsy’s arm, and the bullet meant for the lover killed the revengeful Queen.

“Guard every portal summon all the guests!” the Count cried. “Suspend all festivities,” at which the music which had been heard in the distant salon ceased, and the guests began to assemble. Arline rushed to the arms of Thaddeus. The Count explained all that had occurred, the danger Thaddeus had just been in, that he had been given the Count’s daughter, and that congratulations were in order.

As you may believe, after so much fright and danger, everybody was overjoyed to find that all was well everybody but Florestein, and he was certain to be satisfied presently when the banquet began, and he got some especially fine tit-bit on his own plate!