Ella had engaged a
room for her at the hotel they always used. As they rode
uptown together, happily, Ella opened her bag and laid a
little packet of telegrams and letters in Fanny's lap.
"I guess Fenger's pleased, all right, if telegrams mean
anything. Not that I know they're from him. But he said--"
But Fanny was looking up from one of them with a startled
expression.
"He's here. Fenger's here."
"In New York?" asked Ella, rather dully.
"Yes." She ripped open another letter. It was from
Theodore. He was coming to New York in August. The Russian
tour had been a brilliant success. They had arranged a
series of concerts for him in the United States. He could
give his concerto there. It was impossible in Russia,
Munich, even Berlin, because it was distinctly Jewish in
theme--as Jewish as the Kol Nidre, and as somber. They
would have none of it in Europe. Prejudice was too strong.
But in America! He was happier than he had been in years.
Olga objected to coming to America, but she would get over
that.
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