The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1886-04-27

linger a trife more on the upper tone."
pupil rang out, until the delighted
teacher clappcd his hands softly, ex-
claiming:
"Bravo, Miss Morton, that was finely
rendered."
Nora listened eagerly, until the rust
ling of silk warned her that the lesson
was finished, and she heard the lady rise
to go.
That night, after Carl Matzcll left the
house, Nora having satisfied herself that
the housekcepcr was busy chatting to an
old friend, stole softly to her room, and
commenced the lesson she had listened
to that afternoon.
Days and weeks glided away, and Nora
steadily practiced the lessons she stole
from her unsuspccting teacher.
A year had passed away since Nora
had entered Carl MatZclrs home. The
housckccper was out, and Carl was away.
Seated before the open piano, Nora
played softly an accompaniment; then
her full, clear, rich tones filled the room.
Trilling, like she had heard Miss Morton,
then bursting forth in full, clear melody.
The door softly opened, and Carl Mat
zell silently took the picture in. Wait
ing until the singer had finished, he en-
claimed, softly:
every well done, Nora. Very we'll
done, my girl"
Poor Nora; Q deep blush oversprcad
her face; then, suddenly, she became
pale as death.
"Never mind, Nora, a happy accident
has revealed to me the power of your
voice. 1t is my wish for you to com
mence a thorough course of instruction,
for I have every reason to believe that,
with proper training, you will become
heard"
Nora knclt at his feet in gratitude, and
impctuously kissing his hand fastened
from the room.
cat last" she murmurcd, cat last. To
think I shall really become what I have
always longed to be. And Mr.. Matzclll
oh, he is so good" and happy Nora burst
into a food of tears.
Never did Carl Matzell have a more
Industrious pupil than Nora, and never
was enthusiastic teacher more abundantly
rewarded. Two years from the time
Nora Ncalc entered Carl Matzcll's home,
as an humble maid, found her dressing
for her debut.
Morals voice trcmblcd rs she glanced
at the surging mass before her, but one
look at her teachers face treasured her,
and she retired amidst the widest ap-
plause.
Nora Ncale rode home hat night a
distinguished oma Her appearance
had been a complete success. But Nora
was not perfectly happy. Foolish Nora
had learned another lesson. She had
learned to love her noble teacher In vain
she chided and rcproached herself for
her folly.
Late that evening Carl Matzell, open
ing the door of the music room, was sur
priscd to see Nora sitting in the utmost
Abandonment, her head resting on the
table, her rich robes sweeping the floor.
Sob after sob shook her frame, and
Carl watched her tcndcrly, pityingly,
while a deeper, warmer feeling crept into
his heart. a new emotion thrilled him
as he looked at the young girl.
That evening he had been proud of his
pupil, had admired her as she stood b.
fore the delighted audience, but not until
he beheld her, dcsolatc and alone, did
the love, long slumbcring in his breast,
wake to full life.
"Nora," he cried, softly; and Nora
raised her tear-staincd face from the ia
BILE. "Nora, come to me;' and Nora
sped to the open arms, thankful for the
love and protection offered her.
Many years have passed away si1co
Nora Neale became the wife of the noble
Carl Matzcll, and every year but strength
ems the love they Dear each other; while
in the whole city thcre is no happier
home than that of the wealthy music
teacher and his gifted wife.
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