Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-02-18
1T WAS HIS WIFE.
An ''Ower True 'rale'-HOw a Man
Fell I'm Love the Second Time.

An s'Ower True Tale"-HOw a Man
| Fell I'm Love the Second Time.
A noted music teacher of New York
City relates the following incident from
real life which contains moral worth
recognition by wives:
A year ago last fall card was brought
into my MUSHROOM, bearing the name
of well-knOwn and fashionable mar
ried lady. When she was ushersd in /
was surprised to see so young looking
woman. though to be sure, she is not
| yet 40, and fair complexion and clear
blue eyes make her look younger. She
seemed a little embarrassed, but asked
me to try her voice. did so, and found
it uncultivated, but was singularly
fresh and sweet; in quality light So
pranO. / told her so, and her face flush
ed eagerly as she asked Professor.
could you teach me to sing?" "Yes," l
replied, IF you choose to apply yourself
earnestly"
81 will, and if you can manage it so
that need not be seen, and that no one
knows of it, will take a lesson every
day." We made the best arrangements
we could, and the lady never failed to
appear promptly at the hour. She was
oO QhAiOuo dhu oO POloCNOAiuf eh0U OuO
made the most extraordinary progress,
and. when spring came, her voice had
50 strengthened and developed as to be
almost beyond recognition.
THE HAPPIEST WOMAN ALIVE.
During the summer | heard nothing
of her beyOad mention in the society
papers of her being at Saratoga, but
about month ago she called upon me,
and, taking both my hands in hers,
shook them earnestly, as she said: "PrO-
lessor, 1 have come to thank you for
making me the happiest woman alive"
She then told me that her husband, to
whom she was deeply attached, was pas
siOnately fond of vocal music, aud had
always regretted that she could not sing
to him.
She had never cultivated her voice be-
fore marriage, and afterward the coming
of children and the claims of society had
prevented her attempting it; but the I'M
lucky day came when Mr.. r. made the
acquaintance of charming widow
with charming voice, who was always
ready and willing to sing sweet songs to
him, and he gradually fell into the way
of spending many of his evenings with
her.
At heart devoted to his wife. he was
unconscious of his gradual neglect of
her, and would have been aStOnished
had she resented his enjoyment of these
musical tete-a-tetes. About the widow |
am not prepared to speak. Mrs. R., like
nice woman, did not resent it, but I'M
dermined the enemy, as you will see.
Her music lessons she kept profound
secret from her family. In the summer
they went, as usual, to Saratoga, and
took possession of one of the pretty cot
tages at the United States Hotel.
The morning after their arrival the
local newspaper contained notice that
the leading soprano of the Episcopal
Church was i'll with throat affection,
and the congregation was asked to make
due allowance for the disabled choir.
The next morning, Sunday, Mr.. R., with
two of the children, wendell his way to
the church of his belief, Mrs. R. having
excused herself on the plea of head
ache.
SINGING IN CHURCH.
After the opening service, the minis
ter announced that ia lady from New
York had kindly volunteered to sing in
place Of the sick soprano, and in cOnse-
quence the musical service would be the
sime as usual" A few moments later a
clear, sweet voice rang through the
church, and touched the hearts of the
people, perhaps, even more through the
exquisite expression and feeling which
the music was rendered than the quail
ties of the voice itself. Mr.. r was fasci-
mated, delighted, and inwardly made
comparisons between it and the witching
widow not flattering to the latter. After
the services were over he eagerly sought
the minister to ascertain the name of
the charming soprano, whose face he
had not been able to see from his seat.
"COme with me and l will introduce
yOu,' said the minister, who knew Mr..
r. by reputation. They entered the
choir together, and the good man began,
"Miss Brown, permit me to introduce"
when be was interrupted by Mr.. R. ejacu-
lating, Great heavens, 1t Is my wifew
And, place and company nOtwithstand-
ing, he gave hearty embrace in his de-
light and surprise, To cut the story
short. fell in love with her all over again,
the singing siren was forgotten, and
don't believe you could find happier
couple in New York.
Death OF the1 ArmIess Man.