Connecticut western news., 1880-11-10

| 'GOodness gracious me elaculaGe' the stout lady in black ; "there's som | mistaken
 Elsie rose up, and dropped an alarmed courtesy.
 "There's no mistake, ma am, I think, said she.
 "But you are @ child!" said Mrs Sorel.
 "I am Eeighteen, ma'am," said Elsie
 'fI wrote for Madame Duchesne.
 "Madame Duchesne could not come, said Elsie, feeling her heart-throbs be gin to accelerate. 1T am her favoritt pupil, and she was convinced that could represent her. Didn't you ge her letter ?"
 1T have received no letter" said Mrs Sorel, still viewing Elsie through he1 eyeglasses as if she were some sort ot an unaccountable rara avis. Then succeeded another embarrassing silence, which Elsie Dale felt must be broken at all hazards.
 "If you would be so good as to intro duce mo to my pupil" said she, "] think"
 "Oh, certainly, said Mrs. Sorel, witt little hysterical laugh, "I will intro duce you to your pupil!'
 And opening door which slid gently back under 2oorticres of pink-and- blue chintz, she led the way into study lined with books, where, by the soft light of 8 shaded lamp, sat dignifed gentleman of thirty, busy over heap ot manuscript.
 My son, the rector of the parish, , said she. Rudolph, allow me to intro duce you to Miss Dale, who has come from New York to give you music les sons."
 The dgnifed gentleman rose and bowed.
 Elsie felt as if she could slide, invisi- ble, through crack in the floor.
 Rudolph has had every musical ad- vantage at Prague and Vienna" said Mrs. Sorrel "but Madame Duchesne has reputation for classical sacred mu- sic, and my son thought it might be well to refresh his memory with course of lessons in Haydn and Mozart before commencing to instruct his choir-boys himself"
 Elsie colored like @ rose.
 CT am very sorry," said she "and so will Madame Duchesne be. She thought-and I thought, too-that the pupil was child. believe am pretty well-grounded in my musical education, but of course I couldn't undertake tc teach gentleman like MT. Sorel. Per, haps I had better return to New York by the mornings stage"
 Here, Elsie, quite forgetful of her dig, nifty, burst into tears.
 "Stop minute p said MT. Sorel, gently. "Why should you not remain at Mount Sorel and instruct my little choir boys in my stead? And while they are still in the rudiments you can be practicing with me-"
 eff I could earn my board in thai way" Elsie said, feebly.
 "You can do great deal more than that" said MT. SoIel, kindly. "And now, mother, am sure our pale little visitor needs cup of tea"
 Hospitable Mrs. Sorel made haste tc conduct her to the breakfast. room, where fragrant tea, broiled chicken, anc biscuits as light as puff of snow, were spread appetizingly on little round ta ble, glittering with old silver, and light ed with wax candles in antique bronze sconces.
 "That was an excellent thought about the choir boys,' said Mrs. Sorel as she poured the thick yellow cream into Elsie's cup. "Now, wasn't it, my dear?"
 eff you are quite sure that i wasn't merely to make me feel easy | about staying here ?" faltered Elsie. Mrs. Sorel smiled wisely.
 Nothing would have induced him to say what he did not think" said she Rudolph is truth itself"
 So Elsie stayed at Mount Sorel, goinl down day by day to the little chape among the wild mountain lodges, witl it's picturesque gables and windows o 1 stained glass, to teach the choir boy the difference between sharps and flats "sol fa's" "re mi's." And then, whel the lesson was over, she wandered int the ravines, gathered rare ferns an' copied slender stemmed wild flowers i water colors, and grew as rosy as mil maid.
 Until September came, with the earl frosts that turned the ferns to gold, an hung pennons of scarlet and russo among the maple trees in the glen an then, one day, Rudolph Sorel found Mis Dale sitting gravely on the moss-c -covere rocks, beside the mountain spring, wit an unwonted shadow on her face.
 "What are you thinking of ?" h asked, with smile.
 1T am thinking what I shall do tn: fall," said she. Whether to advertis in the city papers for music scholars, ( to open little day-school in some LII pretentious quarter of the town"
 "Why do you go away from here { all ?" he asked, gravely.
 "Because have my living to earn.
 "But why can't you earn it here said he.
 "Because there is nothing to do," sl replied.
 Are you quite certain of that p I asked, gently. "There is great de to do, Elsie Dale. I want you to stay Mount Sorel--to stay for my sake. want you to be my wife, Elsie !" , "Oh," cried Elsie, clasping her hand