Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-06-09

attend the concert at my request, and therefore am we'll cared for"
 The clergyman, who understood French very imperfectly, raised his hat politely and the happy pair disap- peared.
 Lapotin and I looked at each other. Suddenly my friend broke out into a hearty laugh, such as had never heard from him before.
 "Come," said he, merrily, i've will now give up the concert entirely. Rubinstein will play again. Let us go to the drawing-room, which will be empty to-day, and while away the time over a cup of Russian tea which Louis makes from my special recipe. You know one can talk better after having escaped from dan ger," he added.
 As we drew near the salon the sounds of music greeted us. Lapotin made a grimace.
 Music again." said he independently; "Kismct-nO one can escape his fate" Just then a young, pure voice rang out. We stood as if rooted to the spot before the half-opcn door. The invis- ible songstress sang the Farewell song from the "Trumpctcr of Saelll<ingen," !" and the refrain sounded wonderfully i touching and beautiful:
 "Behuet dch Gott, ca wasr so schoen gewescn, | Behuet dich Gott, cs hat nicht soien sein." 1 At the close, we entered the room, and there before the piano sat Miss 1 Ellen, in a delightfully."- unconscious at titude; her slender hands which had played the accompaniment so firmly, lay in her lap.
 Her only audience consisted of Count ess Dogenfcld, lying on sofa, Miss Rennert who gazed at her favorite with ] beaming eyes, and MT. White, who was expressing his delight to the singer enthu- siastlcally, while she, with her childish ] blue eyes raised to his, listened with a happy smile.
 Our appearance caused sensation. Why were we not at the concert? We explained that we could get no seats, and Lapotin, approaching Miss Ellen, urgently begged her not to let us dis turb her, or rather to compensate us for our lost treat.
 "A nice compensation" laughed she. chcerily, "but will gladly sing, for the piano is rarely to be had, and there are always so many strange people in the salon.
 So without further urging she sang one song after another. Without any effort the magnificent tones came from her youthful breast, without deepening the color in her fresh cheeks. Finally the countess thought she had sung enough.
 'Only one more song; it is quite short, little aunt" said Ellen; then came the soft, melancholy music. It was Chop ins' "Ringlein:"
 ''Muszte in die Ferne wandern, etc."
 At those sweet, complaining tones felt the vacant chair between Lapotin and me tremble. l looked at my friend he had turned pale to his lips upon which his teeth were pressed; his hand grasped the arm of the chair he was evidently striving for composure.
 The last tone died away; rose, SC that, stepping before Lapotin, he might have time to collect himself.
 When turned around he had left the room. Immediately afterwards the countess and Ellen withdrew.
 Mir. White seated himself by the lamp with an English paper. Miss Rennert and were at the fireplace. Tho old lady looked serious and thoughtful.
 "You are Lapotin's friend" she be- gan; 'he has spoken to me of you with a warm interest which he seldom shows When he came in with you to-day he seemed happier than I had ever seer him, and was very much pleased. You have now seen how quickly his mood
 PENMANSHIP.
 Prof HoIIey