Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-07-28

face. l have seen pictures of SUCH"
Don't you think you'd better sis
DOWN." said Mrs. Lord. .sYou'll be
tired. You've got some more lessons
to give to-day
Eyes, the Mcfarland twins" sighed
Emily, and went YEARLY to put on her
Thursday brought the new pupil
again.
"You teach goot," he said. "Hear
me already once;" and he played the
last lesson faultlessly. ..You will gift
me anoder9 More d%eeficult?"
In spite of his blunders Emily's
pupil made great progress. She told
him SO with q mixture of reserve and
warmth.
You play a leetle," said he II wish
to hear YOU" rising from the piano.
Emily said not a word, but sat down
and played a Beethoven andante with a
strange sense of exaltation. The
young man stood with arms folded and
bent head, his deep eyes fixed upon her.
"You hat the soul" he said, simply,
when she had finished. She looked at
him quickly, her eyes filled with tears.
81 come again Tuesday" he said, and
took his departure.
Carl dropped in that night at Fried
rich Heller's Preside. The youngest
Heller had the measles, and Mrs. Fried
rich was upstairs in attendance.
"a good joke that was, Carl, your
stumbling upon that pretty little music
teacher. Now that never would have
happened to me. I never had an adj
venture in my life. 1 met my wife at
a ball, met her at half q dozen more,
called on her a few times, and married
her. How long is your joke to last?''
II learn the phrases quickly" an
swered Carl. "It is q horror of a
piano."
"But what of her? What of her, eh?''
'She teaches well, I think. She has
not a bad method"
els 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. Sud-
denly he came back and stood before the
fire.
"That is q base trick I am playing,
Friedrich. I am going to have done
with it,"
"Nonsense, Carl. You like it. you
know that WE'LL"
Carl turned and looked atthe fire, and
laughed . big boyish laugh. He
shrugged his shoulders and threw out
his hands as if denials were useless.
'Did you give that letter to Pfeifer?"
said Friedrich, abruptly.
eyes; he heard me play. He placed
me among the first violins. 1 play with
the orchestra three times next week"
"When you are ready for piano les
sons, tell me. I am turning them
away every day. I am the fashion, you
know"
II do not want many" said Carl; II
want only those who are gifted"
Friedrich Heller roared with laughter.
"And what will you say to the mag
niicent Fraulein who has about as much
music in her as a hand-organ, but who
will pay you five dollars a lesson, and
adore you besides?"
II will say, 'Fraulein, you hat mis-
taken your gift. I will not rob you off
your money.
"Carl. what a precious young fool
you are!'
And very soon Card 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.
''It's the Mcfarland twins" sighed
Emily. "But l must forget them here.
l shut my eyes and fancy that
this music comes to me through the
gates of Heaven. Oh, the hard living
there'n be before I really hear tiff
I'm ever good enough. That sounds
like grumbling; but you understand,
Angie; you and I don'thave 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 yours?"
Emily was silent an instant, and then
said, quietly: eve ale both good at
guessing, and he is learning English
fast. We always understand each 9th
er. Hush! the music is going to begin"
The gallery settled into a reverent
silence. At Emily's elbow sat a rough
handed man, with STOPPING shoulders
and a 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 a young couple, the girl with
a kindled face, the young man with a
look of good-natured endurance, which
broadened into an admiring smile as
from time to time he stole a glance at
his companion. Here was a rude
featured lad strangely softened and
transformed, so beyond himself that
he forgot to be ashamed to show his
feeling.
Emily looked about her. ''Poor
hungry souls! wish they could have
their fill. And the people in the streets,
every one with his trouble or his sin, I
should like to gather them in, and
soothe and strengthen and purify them
with free, priceless music. And here to
Chamber to this gallery costs a poor
mans whole days earnings. Cheap