Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-06-30


Emily, flushed and excited, walked rapidly ND
and down the room. The cool little business
woman had taken her departure with the new
pupil.
Il don't know what to make of 1t, mother-I
dont know what to make Of it. Why should he
have come to me?"
why, you are a very good music teacher I'm
sure, said her mother threading her needle
Il don't understand him. He is poor but he
IS not iaboring man. His hands are large and
strong, but supple and delicate as any musi-
Clans. shant have to keep him long on finger
exercises. though he Is very dull about some
things. But don't understand his hands,
Perhaps he's dry-goods clerk" suggested
her mother, briskly. :.
And his face too, Emily went on, half in
solloquy. "It is the real artist face. / have
seen pictures of SUCH"
Don't you think you'd better sit down ?"
said Mrs Lord. You'll be tired. You've got
more lessons to give to-day"
Eyes. the Mcfarland twins sighed Emily and
went YEARLY to put on her hat and shawl.
Thursday brought her new pupil again.
you teach goot," he said "Hear me
already once;" and he played the last lesson
fault!essly: "You will git me anoder? More
deefficult?"
In spite of his blunders Emily's pupil made
great progress. She told him so with a mixture
of reserve and warmth.
You play leetle," said he. 81 Wish to hear
you" rising from the piano.
played Beethoven andante with strange sense
of exaltation. The young man stood with
arms folded and bent head. his deep eyes fixed
upon her.
You haf the SOUL" he said, simply, when
she had finished. She looked at him quickly,
her eyes filed with tears. 81 come again
Tuesday" he said and took his departure.
Carl dropped In that night at Friedrich Hell
lers flTesde. The youngest Heller had the mea-
Sizes, and Mrs. Friedrich was upstairs In attend
ance.
ga good joke that was, Carl, your stumbling
upon that pretty little music teacher Now that
never would have happened to me- never had
an adventure in my lite: ! met my wife at
ball, met her at half dozen more called on
her a few times, and married her. How long is
your joke to last?"
81 learn the phrases quickly" answered Carl
ut is horror of piano."
But what of her? What of her, eh?"
'She teaches We'll, think. She has not bad
methods
''Is that all? Is that alp"
'She has mother who opens the door, and
who sews. They are not alike"
Carl had wandered over to the piano. and idly
fingered a few bars of the Beethoven that Emily
had played. Suddenly he came back and stood
before the fire.
THAT is 4 base trick am playing, Friedrich.
ain going to have done with it,"
Nonsense, Carl. You like it. you know that
we'll"
Carl turned and looked at the fire, and laughed
big boyish laugh He shrugged his shoulders
and threw out his hands as if denials were use
less.
Ibid you give that letter to Pfeiffer?" said
Friedrich, abruptly.
Eyes; he heard me play, He placed me
among the first violins.. l play with the Or
chestra three times next week"
when yQp are ready for piano lessons tell
me- am turning them away every day. I am
the fashion. you know"
Il DO not want n3any," said Carl; II want
only those who are gifted"
Friedrich Heller rOared with laughter "And
what will you say to the magnificent Fraulien
who has about as much music in her as hand
organ. but who will pay you five dollars les
son. and adore you besides"
II will say, 'Frauein, you hat mistaken your
gift: will not rob you off your money
Carl. what precious young fool you are"
And very soon Carl said goodnight.
The gallery nearest the roof in the Academy
of Music began slowly to be filled long before
the seats below were occupied. Among the
early corners were Emily and her friend Angie
Bowles Emily sank into her seat and closed
her eyes YEARLY.
You're tired tonight" said her friend
Its the Mcfarland twins" sighed Emily.
"But must forget them here. l can shut nv
eyes and fancy that this music comes to me
living there'ii be before / really hear tiff I'm
ever good enough. That sounds like grumbling;
but you understand, Angie; you and don't
have to translate to each Other.''
Angie seemed to be reminded of something.
Don't you find it very hard to talk with that
German pupil of yOurs3"
Emily was silent an instant, and then said.
quietly: 'We are both good at guessing, and he
is learning English fast. We always understand
each other. Hush! the music is going to begin"
The gallery settled into reverent silence. At
Emilys elbow sat ugh-handed man, with
STOPPING shoulders, and rusty hat between his
knees He leaned forward with lips apart and
eager eyes, for this was the feast-day Of his hard
working week. Across the aisle were young
couple. the girl with kindled face the younr
man with look Of good-natured endurance,
which broadened into an admiring smile as from
time to time he stole glance at his companion
Here was rude-featurad lad strangely sottened
and transformed, SO beyond himself that he for
got to be ashamed to show his feeling.
Emily looked about her Poor hungry sOuls,
wish they could have their fill And the peo-
pie In the Streets every one with his trouble or
his sin, should like to gather them In, aud
sOOthe and strengthen and purify them with.
free. priceless music. And here to Chamber to
this gallery costs poor mans whole days earn
lngS. Cheap music is New York's crying need"
You ought to go to Europe" said her COM
panion, admringiy. ''You ought to study in
Germany"
1T is what look toward devoutly, prayer
fully. That is the cOnsummatOn OF every teach
er's life: There can be nothing afterward but
heaven"
Its shame you can't go. But then Europe
won't run away; said Angie, comfortably.
MY life WILL"
The music began again, at first distant and
tremulous, then broad and strong, sweeping on
steadily to the highest note of eXatation The
creeping, crawling troubles Of this earth had
vanished; life seemed clear aud lofty and heaven
easy to attain. 1t was a fine mood that is very
fragile. Suddenly Emily started and cutcIliny
her friends hand, leaned forward
What do you see:" whispered ANGIE "Are
you dizzy" ; . a4o|
Il thought thought saw some one I
knew, answered Emily, her face shade paler.
II must be mistaken. The stage is SO tar from
here. and have no glass Yes, am dizzy. l
think something has allied my head lately" And
she closed her eyes; but only to open them
again. and fix them on the left wing of the Or
chestra. at was-but Of course it wasn't. And
yet Why, the idea was absurd. But still"
da cdpo, da cape, oa cdpo.
He me now play my lesson" said Carl, one
day. II play it goot.'
He sat down at the piano, and Emily stood be-
side him. AS the young musician struck the
keys her nerves vibrated to the touch. She felt
a strange subsection to the influence that made
it an effort to speak or act.
You are making remarkable progress. You