Lurana Sheldon, My Queen: A Weekly Journal for Young Women…
“ The fair girl shuddered as she saw his look; it was so full of an ugly, brooding hatred.“He hates her and she loves him,” was her whispered comment. The next moment she was out on the stage, and everything else was forgotten.“Ila de Parloa’s” appearance was always the signal for great applause, but to-night the audience fairly outdid themselves. It seemed as though they were determined to give her an unusual welcome. Once, as she sang, Marion glanced suddenly into the wings. Carlotta stood there watching her, with a face that was almost ashen. ”
