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| tessa cook. Her grandfather, the Count
| Vinelle. had taught her music, and she
| worked SO hard at it that she might earn
( her own living that way. Last week she
won the prize at the conservatoire, and the
| city was to pay her tuition with you. You
should not have spoken SO harshly to her,
| signor. found her in her little room cry
| iag as if h heart would break. y
| Karl Berger ran his hands through his
| hair.
81 was wrong-very wrong. Will you tell
| her said so? Ask her to come again, and
/ will promise to be fairer.
The next afternoon the girl came in.
s-It was very silly of me, Maestro, to run
away like that" she said; "but | want SO
much to be good artistic, and when you
told me could not"
ssDont talk about it, please" interrupted
Karl; II was cross and tired, and if you
must know it, jealous" and he smiled
grimly. eyes, jealous, that you could play
| better than l.
Lucia flushed with delight .
eff you mean that-but no You are
laughing at me T.
Il mean what said" replied Karl, de-
| terminedly. 81 can teach you technique,
perhaps; after that you have nothing to
| learn"
So it was settled.
One day, during the lesson, Karl said
abruptly:
"Would you like also to study at night !?
Ny evenings are all my own"
The girl laughed with pleasure, and cried:
| ssOh, Mastero, you are SO kind J"
So, after the work was done, Lucia would
come in with Marcia, her old nurse, and
after the lesson Karl would pick up his
own violin and play. One night he stop
ped suddenly and said to her:
ST wish you would not call me Maestro.
/ am not master in music l am only
sham, and some day they will find it out
am not much older than you, and don't
play any better. want you to think of
me as fellow student, not as teacher"
"What shall call you, then r. Lucia
asked, shyly.
"Karl''
"That is pretty name, said Lucia.
ssIt was my fathers" and he went on to
speak of his Northern home, of the snow
storm when all the family died but him
self, and how he YVES found famished and
senseless, with his violin Rugged to his
breast. And Lucia sat still and drank In
every word. Then she told him of her own
home and her past history. Each night
after they had laid their music aside they
would SIT and talk, and Marcia would sit
and slumber quietly in her chair.
Soon the opera season commenced, and
often the three would sit back in some lit
tie box which had been placed at Karls
disposal, and listen to the grand creations
of the masters. A happy time for both.
Karl was all gentleness to the little contes-
sd, and the grim young Norseman found
himself making jokes to amuse her. He TO
so1~o ka1
life in his sober, solemn way--to make
jokes! 1t was surprising, indeed. They
called each other Karl and Lucia, and
sometimes brother and sister. So things
went on, till suddenly Marcia fell sick
Lucia stayed by her bedside as much as her
work would allow. The lessons must cease
till Marcia grew better, for she had no
other chaperone, and of course it was i'm
possible for her to go without one. The
days seemed to drag slowly along, and the
night watching began to tell on her. She
grew paler and went about sad and mus
ing.
AS for Karl, the first time that Lucia
missed her lesson he became rather angry.
''She thinks she has learned everything,
perhaps, and is through with me, he NUT
tered.
He tried to feel injured and Danish her
from his mind, and for while he thought
he had succeeded. When the long evening
came and he found himself alone, he be-
came restless and uneasy, and only imag-
ined himself anxious that nothing might
have happened to Lucia. He took up his
violin, but soon put it aside, and then he
went out to the opera house. The prima
donna was out of voice and the orchestra
vile. Coming home he met one of the SER
wants.
''Where is Marcia?" he asked.
every sick, signor."
So that was it. He went gloomily up
stairs and went straight to the mirror and
began to apostrophise his image.
Maestro Berger, you are an ass, he
said, quietly sHowever poor she may be
she is still contessa, and you are only-Karl
Berger" and he took up his violin and COM
menced to play. But with all his self
restraint he found the days very long and
tiresome
One night Lucia sat alone in the room
when she heard Karls violin. He was tell
ing her his story of love, unconsciously, to
the one from whom he intended to hide it.
As the girl sat there in the darkness, hold
ing Marcia's hand, she felt strangely b ppy
and quiet. Suddenly Marcia opened her
eyes.
ssLucia, she sal |, 81 am ever so much
better
The proud contessa bent over and kissed
the wrinzled face of the servant and said,
gravely:
"That is well; but you must sleep, Mar
cha, and not talk"
''Play for me, Cara, said the old woman,
drowsily.
And Karl Berger heard suddenly from
Marcias room the answer to his violin's
confession. Sweetly and softly it came to
him at first, but soon it swelled out into
full volume. 1t told all to him that was
necessary. And when the girl ceased play
ing and sank back in her chair, blushing
rosily red, there were two people in the
house who were perfectly happy.
When Lucia awoke the next morning and
found Marcia better and the heavens and
the birds in harmony with her happy mood,
the first thing she did was to kiss her vio-
lin, and when she had dressed and was
coming down the stairs, singing like a lark,
she saw at the foot Karl Berger, his face
flushed and looking very happy indeed.
sTell me, little Lucia, he said, eagerly,
<sdidnt the violin speak truly?"
don't know what she said, for I didn't
hear it; but do know that Milan was sur
prised to hear that very winter that one of
its contessas had married music teacher.
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