The Osceola times., 1881-12-03
GIVING MUSIC LESSONS.
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VI lhoueht, 1dCt and fan e.
IN all our future, will ever the week
come to us, garanded with roses an,
u radiant with the iancies OF the heart n
they came TO us in the days Of our sum
mer vacation.
This was what Elise Dale was think
ing, as she sat beside the river. din
ping her water lily buds in The cool tide
and watching the birds nests in N,
rushes.
She was homeless and motherless. an,
all the other girls were full of anticina
TONS, as they clustered on the one grter
spot Of shadow under the giant elm
tree. And yet, beneath it all, there wa,
throb of eX1ltation in her heart.
am to have season at SARATOGA ,
said Cynthia Vail, the beauty of M,
school. Mamma says | am young
ont then; very Young girls are the fash
II am to 20 TO the Adirondack,
with papa, to take sketches and
strengthen my lungs" said Mary Alli
son, proudly.
Il am TO have music lessons from
Sisnor Rallentando % triumpbantly
proclaimed little Bell Burton. Tel
rs, Elsie dear, what are you going TO
Exactly the opposite from YOU. Bell .
SAID Elsie, laughing, while the dimples
came into her chin and the carmine
color into her cheek. 81 shall spend
my vac ton in giving music lessons. Sc
that | can test my capacity and earn a
little money for the future"
Bell Burton looked on with wide one,.
ewes of surprisp
"Oh, Elsie" she cried, 90 you be-
lieve You camp
II shall try" said Elsie, bravelv
81 can't possibly fancy a music teacher
without false hair and spectacles," said
Bell.
Madame Duchesne is very kind - said
Miss Dale. "Sho has got me tnis situa.
uon, because she knew that | wanted
remlnerative employment during vaca
non. Some lady wrote to her. from the
Shawangunta mouDtains-one of those
castellated mansions on the height, YOU
know, that one dreams about-that she
wanted her to come out and give quar-.
ter's lessons in her family. And
Madame Duchese could not leave
town, so she wrote to propose me for a
substitute"
Are you to have many pupils" in
quired Bell, with interest.
"Only one"
"a girl or boy2"
81 don't know" said Elsie. "Iti.ipk |
would rather have a girl, if | am to
choose. But Madame Duchesne says
that boys are the more often intelligent
and appreciative learners"
The next day came, with the flower
hung halls, its band of music. and blue
ribboned diplomas, ard sweet hustle OF
departuie-and when the gray shadows
of evening fell Elsie Dale was on her
way to Mount sorel in the Shawangunta
mountains.
She had never been out of the city
before, except during the year she he'd
been at boarding school, at the expense
OF the eccentric old aunt, who had lately
bethought herself to die. leaving all her
property to a sectarian Home for Old
ladies'" and the sublime crests of the
everlasting hills were as new as they
were delightful to her Glens, cascades,
wild gorges and desolale rayines clothed
with the black green growth of pines
and cedars, succeeded one another in
bewildering array-and the mountain
stage was actually at the door of Mount
Sorel before Elsie realized that she was
more than half way on her journey.
II was fine old mansion, with a
central tower of blue stone, and two
long. low wings, situated upon a Level
plateau on the hill side, with wall OF
almost perpendicular mountain at the
rear. and superb view extending to the
South,
An old colored servant man, with wool
as white as snow, and suit Of genteel
black. came to the door.
as Mrs. Sorel at home" Miss Dale de-
manded, with what dignity she might
command.
"Yes, miss, de misss she's home,"
briskly answered the sable servitor
"Teil her il is the music teacher" said
Elsie.
And the old man showed her into a
prettv little apartment hung with an
tizue chints, and sprinkled with trees
and butterflies in colors that would have
driven a naturalist wild
A fire of some scented wood blazed on
low marble hearth, and was far from
disagreeable among the chill mountain
heights, August though il was.
Presently stout lady, in black iilk
and futtering cap strings, came hurry
ing in. I'm ,
the stout lady in black; there's some
mistakew
Elise rose up and dropped an alarmed
courtesy.
There's no mistake, ma'am, think," p"
said she.
"But YOU are child" said Mrs. So
az am eighteen ma'am," said Elise.
az wrote for Madams Duchesne. =,
"Madsme Duchesne could not come"
said Elise. feeling her heart throbs be-
g;n 10 accelerate. Il am her favorlte
nnnil and she was convinced that
could represent her Didn't you get her
"I have received no letter. said Mrs.
sorel. still viewing Elise through her
eyeglasses as fshe were some sort oil an
nnaccountable rdrG Gtis.
aIf Won would be so good as TO intro
duce me to my pupil" said She !
anh certainly" said Mrs. Sorel, with
= ;ttle hysterical laugh, 81 will introduce
youto your pupil" Ia ,n,Iv
And opening a door which slld genliy
b.ck under partiercs of pink and blue
chintz, she led the way into a study ,ih,
lined With books, where, by the SOFT ilgn' ~
ola shaded lamp, sat a dignltied sent'e,
man of thirty, busy over heap oil man
uscript. -, ,h. rarisb ~
ANY son, the rector OF the parlsn;,
s,;d She. Rudolph, allow me to IN IN,
tS troduce you to Miss Dale who has, has come IaS.
mou1' srom New York to give you music les