Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1897-11-18
WUSIc End maTRIuONY.

II, mamma"
Maria's eheek was slightly flushed as
she spoke the words, and something
s0ftness to her hazel eyes. She was a
slight, delicate young girl, slender and
willowly in her figure, and with com
plexion that was transparency pale
save when some sudden emotion sent
the crimson tide over it's surface. Hell
dress of deep mourning was plain, and
even course in it's detail; but there
was womanly taste down to the very
arrangement OF its somber folds.
Harm? of course there is no harm,
sighed Mrs. Cooper, mechanically rails
ing her handkerchief to her eyes. But
who would ever have supposed that
Harry Cooper's daughter would be re-
duced to giving music lessons, and to
advertise for pupils in the daily pa
pers? II your poor, dear papa had but
Iived?"
"But, mamma, only listen!" said
Maria, taking up the paper; cit is
nothing so very terrible, after all
Wanted. few pupils on the piano. at
moderate prices. Apply by letter to
M. c. street. You see, mamma. !
have only given the initials of my
name"
at is just as degrading" sighed Mrs.
Cooper
81 do not see any degradation, ("
pleaded Maria, earnestly. "Since it
has become necessary for me to earn
our daily bread, where is the harm of
awaiting myself of one of the accom-
plishments on which so much money
has been expended? Indeed, mamma,
/ feel quite proud to think / can make
my knowledge of music serviceable."
'Just like you. Maria-you never had
the least bit of aristocratic blood in
you!" groaned the lady in the widows
cap and bombazine draperies. "You
are the very counterpart of your poor,
dear father"
1y out of the window, suddenly sprang
up at this moment.
"Mercy on us child! what's the mat
terr'
ITS the postman, mamma--he is
coming here. Perhaps my advertise
ment may have been answered-who
knows? This is the second day Of its
insertion, you know"
She ran lightly downstairs, and
opened the door before the red-armed
servantmaid had got fairly across the
kitchen threshold.
M Co said the post
man, inquiringly, as he sorted note
from his neatly-tied packets.
Maria caught the letter. and ran up
to her mothers room with it, her eyes
sparkling with animation.
"A real, veritable answer, mamma
my first pupil! What do you think
now? See, am to go to Fifth avenue
this afternoon at 3 o'clock TO give
three lessons a week. The writer
wishes to know IL consider three dol
lars lesson enough. Enough! Why,
did,"
''Who is it?" languidly questioned
the mother.
1.-THE letter is signed G. Harvey
probably some lady who wishes her
little girl to attain knowledge Of
music, mamma. That is quite en-
couraging."
Mrs. Cooper however. only heaved
a deep sigh, and stitched industriously
away at her sewing, with an ominous
shake of her heal.
AS the hour-hand of the little gi!ded
clock-one of the few relics they had
ventured to preserve Of more prosper
GUS days-jumpe1 toward the figure
three, Maria arranged her pretty hair
with even more care than she usually
bestowed and donned bonnet and
shawl, to set forth on her mission.
"Good-by, mamma"
"Good-by, Maria. / only hope youn
not be disappointed"
1t was little discouraging to Maria
buoyant hopes in this sort Of way,
much as she was accustomed to her
mothers shady views of life; but she
bit her cherry-red lips violently, and
winked back the tears that sprang to
her eyes, trying to remember that she
was no longer little Miss Cooper, but
a dignified music mistress.
She rang the bell at No. = Fifth ave-
nue., a handsome house, with vesti-
bule paved with mosaic marble.
II wish to see Mrs. Harvey"
MRS. Harvey" repeated the SER
want, with a puzzled air.
Maria handed him the letter.
''You see call on business" she
said, quietly. II presume am ex-
pected"
The man. a gray-headed, respect
able-looking old servitor, glanced from
the letter to the young lady and back
again, in some establishment. How
ever. he returned the letter with bow.
what name shall give, ma'am?"
mo name; announce me as the mu-
eic-teacher. IL you please"
She followed the man through a wide
hall to door, which he threw open
with the words:
The music-teacher, SIR"
It was large, handsome room, ele-
gantly decorated with pictures and
crimson window-hangings At the
further end stood a grand piano, closed,
however, and on sofa beyond sat a
gentleman of about thirty, reading. He
was dark and handsome, with black
hair and bronzed complexion. like
that of a man who had spent r1any
years In foreign countries. As Maria