The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1889-08-14
AT lO:3O 2 NJ.

DR.. Gray, F. r. s., ID. Sc; was very
clover, very irascible, and he had but
few intimate friends. Not, however,
because he was irascible, for it was by
tits and starts only that he snapped
and snarled; but because he was I'M
sociable, and tho habits of the recluse
grew upon him, and each year of the
ten he had lived alone in his modest
Hat in Mordicamp Mansions he had
withdrawn more and moro from socie-
~, and the few friends who really loved
and admired him were sad ut heart,
for the clever doctor was only lust
forty, and his dark hair ought not to
be turning gray so rapidly; and there
was a look in his beautiful, keen eyes
sometimes that made sentimental wo-
men when they caught 1T. which was not
often, say he had "a story
And so he had, but the book wherein
1t was written down was closed and
put away ten years ago, before he be-
came fam0us--befOre he came to Mord-
ioe,,>r hfaAsions. s5as u Two. ~ i
friends, such as Tom Teesdaie and his
wife, knew the story, and willingly
would they have written the chapter,
way. But the doctor stoutly declared
that 1t would never be written while
he lived-and what could the kindest
friend do or say but just listen to him
and SUBMIT
When the story began, as stories so
often do, with tender and even ro-
mantle love passage, Marmaduke Gray
had not reached the professors chair
which he now so ably filled, but it was
well known that honors and distinc-
lions were before him. Indeed, for his
age he was one of the most gifted
among many able compeers, and .
most delightful companion II only you
could get him away from his micro
scope and his specimens, wet and dry
living and dead. He was just ON the
point OF perfecting the deductions made
from the discoveries that followed the
patient labor of years Chow his fine
eyes sparkled and how the words
poured from his eloquent lips as he
talked of his workD, when the fiat
above his own was let, anc every
nerve quivered when he heard piano
tuner at work in the room over his
study.
For days and days, before the pro-
fessor spoke Of his grievance, the Tees
dales knew that something had gone
wrong.
Then 1t all came out bit by bit. and
1t had to do with the tenant on the
third floor.
''She plays the piano from morning
till night" he said, one evening as he
walked up and down Mrs. Teesdale's
drawing-room. IL was then about
o'clock.
"But with padded ceiling surely
the sound is muflied."
'Intensilied, you meant The pad
ding is fraud! Why did she take
that fatP" and the professors long
slender fingers routed up his hair. It
was cropped close, so he could not do
much harm.
You are sure it is O womanP"
Eyes; read her name on the indi-
Gator in tho hall-Mrs. Vernon. And
she Is always at home
Silence for few seconds, then he
added, with funny little break in his
voice--not the sort of sound ono would
expect from professor: II should not
mind SO much If she did not play her
music. 1t seems like retribution that
should be condemned to listen to it
every day. and yet not-not from
Margery."
Mr.. and Mrs. Teesdale exchanged
rapid glance. 1t was the first time the
professor had uttered that name for
years.
'How used to abominate Chopin
and all his worksr' the clear voice,
with now pathetic note in 1t, went
on, and the professors eyes sparkled
almost as II they were wet. As he
reached the far end of the room In his
walk he was seen to take out his hand
kerchief, but when he passed once
more into the circle of light the man
of science was himself again.
II am not going to bear IL much
longerr' he said, In cool. matter-of-
fact tone. "lf she insists upon playing
all day long must move. Fancy being
driven from comfortable home by
tinkling piano"
"Do not be in hurry. You will get
accustomed to it in time"
"Accustomedip The professor was
getting cross. II have done my best"
Mrs. Teesdale smiled, she knew what
his best was. IL set my will to work to
force myself not to listen, and might
have succeeded if--r
IF she had not played like Mar
gerry
Tho professor started as IL he had
been struck by bullet, "You must not
speak Of her!" he cried out.
but you said her name yourself
this moment, you inconsistent NOR
talp'
sVerv likely. hut that Ia no reason