Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-02-14

cangllt by the music swaying tt
and fro, as if rocking some child
dead fifty years ago. Karl Berger
stood rrowning III the shadow of ;
cnrtain. What right had a con
tessa, a yonng girl, to play llk'
ithatY What right had she toa vi
E0lin which was so much better than
his? The soft repeated strains CAME
Ito an end. and the girl turned proud
fly toward him.
1T is a wretchell piece, wretch
gedly played" he said, GROSSLY. "Ynu
fWlll5never make an artistic of your
sE&alf. Itlacls soul, it lacks rhythm,
understanding"
These petuant wortls-wordS
which the honest Karl Berger was
EEashamed of even while lie uttered
Ethcm-struck the voung girl like Il
Elbow. Her face, proud and happy
Fat her successful rendering of the
simple peasant, air, fell suddenly at
,gthis harsh verdict, and, girl like,
lshe burst into sobs and left the
is5tlorn, while tie servant stared
!,%oIidilyat the fierce foreigner, and
/ Then rose and hobbled after the
/ girl.
Karl Berger felta>llamed Of him
I self and his sudden fit Of anger
/ He took up his own violin, but it
sounded harsh. He was cold and
/ courteous to tile pupils who came
/ that afternoon. but he WIS glad
lwhen the day was over. They we're
lighting the lamps in the court
yard below when he looked out.-
He watched the servants as they
Iput the lamps IN their places, and
after they had left he stood at tile
! window looking abSently down on
tile emptyconrtyard beneath, when
he saw Il figure coming slowly
across tic yard. He stepped ont
on the balcony and called to her,
for he recognized tile escort of the
Contcss;l Lucia. When the woman
had come up he asked leI:
"WheIe does the Contessa Vim
leila live2n
TN this house, signor, with IL rel
tive. The conteS>;l has no other
friends and she lives here, but moi
in idleneSs, signor! She is too prnnd
for that! She takes care Of the
house, and works like II servant.-
She has no friends but me: wills
her nurse. She is too proud to go
with others in the house. Even her
relatives do not patronize her, ana
the servants are always very polite
to her, and always obey her, bnt be-
hind her back they laugh at her
here, and call her the 'contcsSa of
all-wurk, and the 'conteSSa conk.'-
Her graldi;ltiier, the Count Nlnel
la. had taught her music, and she
worked so hard at 1t that she
might earn her own living that
way. Last week she won the prize
at the colservatoire, and the city
w !. to pay, h"y tuition with you
harSlly to her, signors found her
in her little room crying as if her
heart would break"
Karl Bergcrrall his hands through
his lair.
Il was wrong-very wrong. VIII
You tell her said so? Ask her to
come again, and | will promise to
be faircr."
The next afternoon the girl came
in.
cit was very silly of me, Maestro
to run away like tlat," she said;
shut ] want so much TO be Il good
artistic, and when you told me /
could not"
"Don't talk about it, please" in
terrupted Karl; II WAS cross and
tired, and, if you must know it,
jealous and lie smiled grimly.-
"Yes, jealous. that you could play
better than L.
Lucia flushed with delight.
"lf you mean tliat-but no. You
are laughing at mer'
81 mean what said" replied
Karl, detcrminedly. 81 can teach
you technique, perhaps; after that
you have nothing to lcarn."
So it was settled.
One day, during the lesson, Karl
said abruptly:
"Would You like also to study at
night? My evenings are all my
own.n
The girl laughed with pleasure
and cried: "oh, Maestro, you are
so kind"
SO, after the work was done,
Lucia would come in with MARGIN,
her old nurse, and after the lesson
Karl would pick up his own violin
and play. One night lie stopped
suddenly and said to her:
~ wish you would not call me
Maestro. | am not a matter in
music. l am only Il sham. and
some day they will find it out. l
am not much older than you and
don't play any better. | want You
to think Of me as a fellow student,
not as Il teacher"
"\Nlrat shall L call you, them"
Lucia asked shyly.
s:JIarl.o
"That is a pretty name," said LII
cia.
"Itwas my fathers. /" and he went