The Osceola times., 1881-12-03

vantage at Prague and Vienna said
Mrs. Sorel; but Madame Ducbesne ha.
O reputation for classical sacred music
and my son thought ii might be well
to refresh his memory with a course OF
lessons in Hayden and Mozart before
commencing TO instruct Lis choir boys
himselfn
Elise colored like rose.
IL am very sorry" said she; "and so
will Madame Duchesne be. She thought
and thought too-that the pupil was
hid. ] believe | am pretty well
grounded in my musical education. but
OF course couldn't undertake to teach a
gentleman like Mr.. Sorel. Perhaps |
had better return to New York by the
morning stage"
Here Elise, quite forgetful of her dig
nifty, burst into tears.
stop a minute!' said Mr.. Sorel.
gently. why should you rot remain at
Mount Sotel, and instruct my Int le choir
boys in my stead? AID while they are
in the rudiments you can be praoticing
with me"
III could earn my board in that way"
Elise said, feebly.
You can do a great deal more than
that" said Mr.. Sorel, kindly. "And
now, mother, ! am sure our pale little
visitor needs cup OF tea"
Hospitable Mrs. Sorel made haste TO
conduct her to the breakfas room ,wher
fragrant tea, brJiled chick en-, and bis.
cults as light as a puff of srow, were
spread appetiz ngly on n little round
table, glittering with old silver, and
lighted with wax candles in antique
bronze sconces.
That was an excellent thought about
the choir boys" said Ms. Sorel. as
she poured the thick yellow cream into
t,lise's cup. Now, wasn't it, my
dear?'
Tiff you are quite sure that il wasn't
merely to make me feel easy about stay
ing here" altered Elise.
Mrs Sorel smiled wisely.
Nothing would have induced him to
say what he did not think" said she.
Rudolph is truth itself"
50 Elise stayed at Mount sorel going
down day by day. to the little chapel
among the wild mountain lodges, with
its picturesque gables and windows o
stained glass, 70 teach the choir boys the
difference letween sharps and flats, "sol
a's' and ere ne's." And then, when
the lesson was over, she wandered into
the ravines, gathered rare ferns and
copied slender stemmed wild flowers in
waters colors, and grew as rosy as a milk.
maid.
Until September came, with the early
frosts that turned The ferns to gold, and
hung pennons of scarlet and russet
among the maple trees in the glcn and
then, one day, Rudolph Sorel found Miss
Dale sitting gravely on the moss covered
rock beside the mountain spring, with an
unwouted shadow on her face.
what are you thinking of? he as ed,
with a smile.
Fall" said she. Whether to advertise
in the city papers for music scholars, or
20 open little day school in some un-
pretentious quarter Of the town"
why DO You 60 away from here at
all?"
Because have my living to earn"
"But why can't you earn it here?" said
he.
Because there is nothing to do," she
replied.
"Are you quite certain of that" he
asked, gently. There is great deal to
10, Elise Dale. want you TO stay at
Mount Sorel-to stay for my sake. !
want you to be my wife, Elsie"
"Oh, cried Elsie clspping her hands,
If only were worthy OF thatW
But you are worthy" he said.
Sweetheart, my life would be vain void
without you, now that have learned to
know and love you"
So when Madame Duchesne wrote to
Elsie DAlse that she had found situation
for her, Elsie Dale wrote back to Madame
Duchesne that she had found one for
herself, and that it had nothing 10 do
with music lessons either.