Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1892-11-09
ALPENA WEEKLY ARGUS.
MISCELLANEOUS.
MY MUSIC TEACHER.


Its only my music teacher, Miss
Bury" said Clara Neal. "She's the
orphan daughter of country clergy
man, or schoolmaster, or some such
thing. At least that's her story.
But for my part ! never concern
myself about those | employ"
The speaker as she concluded,
threw herself back into the luxuri-
Gus chair, in her mothers drawing
room, and began to fan herself
languidly, for it was a hot June
day.
~ never heard so sympathetic a
voice" replied her companion. 81
thought when | was first shown in,
and saw her at the piano, that it
was some friend of yours. Her
style is certainly distingue; and she
sings beautifully"
"Do you think so? Well, you
are the queerest creature, Ada; al
ways seeing style in dress-makers,
and such creatures; romances have
turned your head, cousin. didn't
feel like taking a lesson, to-day {;
but told her she might practise the
new song if she pleased; you know
it is that famous one of Mr.. Nor
tons, the poet, who has just return
ed from Italy; and she hadn't seen
it before"
IL am sorry that interrupted
her. The moment | entered she
rose and left. really wish / could
have heard the song out, for her
manner of singing it brought tears
to my eyes"
Clara laughed. Really, my dear,
you are entirely too sentimental.
If you care so much to hear the
song, however, come tomorrow,
and I'll make her sing it."
perhaps she'd prefer not to, at
least before stranger"
"Pshaw! What right has she to
preferences? She's only music
teacher"
IL am so interested in her appear
ance, and so eager to hear the song,
that I'll come" answered the visitor,
mentally resolving to be kind to
the poor orphan. but leave me, if
you please, to make the request"
"Certainly, if you wish it. But
what fuss you make over music
teacher. To change the conyersa-
ton, have you met this Mr.. Nor
ton?"
"No."
Tom knew him when abroad. |
shouldn't wonder" and she lowered
her voice, rs she glanced through
the open door, and across the hall,
to where a closed door told her that
her brother had guests in the libra
nv, IF he was with Tom now. A
very handsome man, just such a one
as Mr.. Morton is said to be, went in
there while ago; and | think |
heard Tom call him Fred, which is
| Mr.. Morton's first name"
81 never asked whether he was
handsome" said the visitor, 'but
his poetry is beautiful. 1t is so
full of feeling and the love of all
suffering humanity"
The fashionable Clara opened her
eyes at this outburst. "He is as
rich as he is handsome" was her
reply, and she played with her fan,
land belongs to one of the first fam
lilies. But there's a good deal in his
poetry | don't understand. intend
to set my cap for him however"
she added, lowering her voice again,
"he's the great catch of the season.,
and it would make all the girls die
with envy"
Ada rose to go. She had made Il
love-match, about year before,
with a young lawyer, without for
tune. She had some property, but
not much, and on this they manag-
ed to live, by exercising strict econ
omy; and as both she and Mr.. Allen
belonged to families of high social
position, they continued to be visit
ed, though Ada was regarded by
Clara, and others like her, as weak
sentimental little Ounce.
You'll come, then, at one
o'clock" said Clara.
Eyes, thank you"
Clara had been right in her SER
mise that Mr.. Morton was in the
library. But she did not know
that every word she said, even when
she lowered her voice, had been
overheard. It was a warm June
morning, and as the library had two
doors opening into the hall, the
back one had been left open, so