The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-10-31
Printed bv Special AsranosreHt.- COPYRIGHTED 1885.
OUR ISL.
A Story, by Miss #. G. Baylor.
[coNcLuDED FROM LAST SATURDAY.

and from which she subtracts, conscientiously,
the third best in every bass
Herr d. (counting)-''Ein, zwei, drei. Elm,
zwei. drei. Lif de fingers. Staccato. Elm, zwei,
drei. Yer is dreia Always you play him in F.
/ will haf drei, oond dis / tell you. ! want not a
walls vid only two lake tlegs) vyfore lairn you
dis ven it is fve-fngers egcercise vot you should
haf for ten yeirs if you would der biano blay."
Miss C.-"'Cause Poppen said it was bout
time l was playin' him a chune. He says he's
tired paying out SO much money for me and
gettin' nothin' back that he can see."
Herr D:-"Al right-go ahead-nefer mind,
as you say in dis cawntryl Vot is data Point
ing Dat note?"
Miss &c natural"
Herr D.-"No, mol Nod at ALL"
Miss &c fat, I mean"
Herr D.-"Again wrong. Look you at it veil"
Miss C. latter critical inspection)E''Why, it's
d natural"
Herr d.. trapping sharply on the music-book
with his wand)-"Call you dat D ~natural2"
Miss G. (meekly)-'No it amt. Its D sharp,
sure enough"
Herr D. (hissingly)-"Shtopid! 1t is F Da
Capo. Again dat sthrain." The passage is re-
peated as before and breaks off at the old stumb-
ing block
Herr d. jerking in his excitement at one of
the braids of hair hanging a la Morlena Kenwigs
down his pupils back)-'Again dee tird beat is
notlr
Miss G. (whimperingly)-"Lemmy lone. Pm
doin' all | know how-the best I can, and you
are a horrid, hateful old thing"
Herr Din name of heaven, if dis is dee
best, oond dee best is so bad, Wy will you drffe
all peoples mad vid a noise vich is nefer music?
Bort-no! 1t cannot be dat dee All-good would
send a child into dis world dat plays Dire mont
(holds up three fingers and glares at her) dee
same valse vid two lakes. oond knows not dat it
is wrong. 1t morst be dat you bay not adden-
ton. Now-look veil; vot is dat note points
to the + they have just discussed) on dee fit
lineg"
Miss e.. (d~ecisively)-"E natural"
Herr D.-Liddle Teufel! (gets up in a rage
and throws the book across the room Not for
hundred tousand dollar would | Civ noder lesson!
Neferl Der goat, der goose, der ass-dis chair
kicks one) hat vone note, bort der American
child is shtock, is shtone. isl" THE door is
opened with emphasis, and Mrs. Cosgrove en-
tiers accompanied by a young girl who is sobbing
piteously.
Mrs. 6. Ito Lina)-"sh-h! Run right up
stairs. Run along"
(Lina obeys, and is followed out into the hall
by her ~teacher.)
Herr d. calling after her)-"Pschutl Linal
Come thou here. 1t vas wicked to shpeak so vid
a fiddle Won. Dou Wilt forgif2 l meant it not.
Kisses her. Dou knowest l am efer fond of
thee, but dy vase is more dan l can, vidout / go
Crazy"
Miss C. (who is a generous-hearted, loving
ehild)E"Oh! that's all right. l get as mad as
fire. myself, sometimes. Goodbye" (Runs off. J
Mrs. G. from ithin)-"Professor! Profess
sor!' Herr d. returns to the parlor and
stands fascinated by the sight of beauty in dis
tress)
Mrs. C.-''This is a young girl whose parents
have lately moved into our neighborhooi from
New Orleans. Her name is Coralie Binoit. I
often get things from her fathers store,
and have been in the habit of talk
ing a little always to her in my board
ing-school French. And this afternoon
she came in here in a dreadful state of distress,
and has told me a long story that | only partially
understood, It's something about her step
mother, who, 1 have heard, is a perfect virago,
and treats her abominably. She can't speak En-
glish, and, knowing that you spoke French, l
thought you would interpret for US BOTH
Herr D. seating himself)-"I hat great pleas
ure." (He at once launches into French and ex-
presses profound sympathy and respect for Mile.
Coralie, imploring her to reveal the cruel cause
of so much suffering to one who is evidently as
good as she is fair.) At first she only replies in
orthodox jeune fllefashion by monosyllables with
yard. more or less, of eyelashes shading her
beautiful velvet-brown eyes, but after a bit, with
many a passionate exclamation. she relates the
immediate eliminating quarrel of an old hatred
that has resulted In her being turned out in the
streets.
Mrs. G. latter listening to Herr DIS version OF
the affair)-''I thought it was that mother of
hers. / could believe anything of that woman.
/ disliked her the first time | ever saw her. How
disgraceful! How abominable to treat her so!
Perhaps her father has relented by this time.
Ask her" Another conference between Herr
onS C0palia Tho 1attop chaEac hnr haoI
The tears stream down her cheeks, and she feels
in the pocket of a little white muslin apron for
her handkerchief which is rot there. She puts up
both hands to her face, and Herr ID. whips out an
enormous brevet sheet from the breast of
his coat and wipes her face himself, tenderly, his
honest countenance glowing with sympathy, all
the fountains of emotion unlocked.
Herr D. Ito Coraliel-"Ne bleure bas, mon
enfant. Ne bleure bus, je vous brie!"
Mrs. C-"What do they mean by it2 A lovely
young girl of her age! What do they expect will
become of herr ITO Coralie): Votre pere ne
vouly pas. vous comprennys Take you back
againF
Coralie -'Impossiblel Jamaisw
Mrs. G. fin a tone of deep pityl-'Povre dem
oiselle."
- (Coralie falls at her feet, and, burying her face
in the kind matrons lap, begs to be permitted to
stay with her, and offers to do anything, every
thing, however mental, in RETURN
Herr D-"Banor bette! Afiense femme9 In
fame!r Walks up and down e~xcitedly, coming
baek to hang In an agonlZed way over Coralle,
from time to time. trying to comfort her.
Mrs. G. lifting up the girl and giving her a
kisslE"Navvy pas peur! lei maintenong. poor
little thingi Vous resty. I'll take care of you
fer the present. Apry temps-we1l seei'
To Herr D.-"Go into the dining room and III
Join you in a moment"
mile. Coralie sinks exhausted on a sofa, cali
ing her new friend an angel, and after pouring
more balm into her wounds. by looks and acts
rather than words. Mrs. Cosgrove goes to Herr ID
Mrs. C.-"My heart aches for the poor young
.hing. Isn't she in a dreadful positions Has she
no intimate friends. no relatives. who. if thew
knew of her condition, wculd befriend herl"
Herr D.-"Alone a grandmother who reposes
in a mais on de sanre in France. Oond told awf
her fader to come not back under his roof in the
life or in the death! Vot a position! Vidout