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FEBRUARY 1901 *39 He came to this country in 1889 with the Balmoral Scotch Concert Party and since then has toured through the United States with concert parties of the Red path Bureau, and has always won for himself the greatest praise of the press and public. One of the first characteristics observed in Mr. D’Almaine’s playing is the magnetism, precision and delicacy of touch ; and his conception of the works of great masters never fail to charm his hearers. Mr. Eugene Ysaye, the celebrated Belgian violin vir- tuoso, while in Chicago last May had introduced to him Miss Belle Richards, one of Mr. Charles D’Almaine’s lady pupils, and her tone and style of playing so impressed him that he exclaimed upon hearing her play: “I promise you shall be a great artist, the greatest woman violinist in the world. I will teach you, and you shall come back here to your own country and astonish the ears of all these people.” THE KAFFIR BOY THOUGHT THERE WAS A DEVIL IN THE BOX. Capt. J. W. Webster, who will pass into history as the man who took General Cronje to St. Helena, is having a week’s rest in New Orleans, while his big transport, the Milwaukee, is getting ready for another trip to South Africa with a cargo of horses. Captain Webster tells some in- teresting things about his distinguished prisoner. “I was rather nonplussed to know what to do for the old gentle- man’s diversion. He and his wife would sit silent, side by side, for hours, holding each other’s hands, and occasion- ally he would read a little in the Bible, but I was anxious to brighten him up a bit. Luckily I happened to think of a talking machine I had purchased during my visit to New Orleans. I rigged it up in my cabin, put on a Sousa’s