The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1898-11-02

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terest and attention that poor Wilson
could hardly continue, but he succeeded.
II d like to give you lesson or two.
You see, Miss Hapgooi, if your playing
took the form of regular practice in
stead of-er-what you were doing this
morning l think l could stand II, and |
never feel in the least disturbed when
-er-the performance is fairly cor
rect -
Lucy turned her gaze to tho floor,
and her glorious color heightened
Il don't play SO very we'll myself, I"
continued Wilson, "but could teach
You the elements, and after time you
would be able to pick out tunes with
Observation-Disclosures to-er = your
self "
II should like to learn" admitted
Lucy. looking up with most engaging
smile, land If you will give mo lessons
l can manage my practioing So that you
will not be disturbed. There's piano
i'll the church vestry that can use all
| want to, and can practice there y
Fine" exclaimed Wilson, and SO
rejoioed was he at tho promising sue
cess of his experiment. that he suggested
n first lesson forthwith. Lucy hesitated,
but eventually put aside her buster,
hunted up an old instruction book and
sat at the piano beside Wilson, listen
ing with docile attention to his remarks
about do, IA. me. tho names of the
keys and the lingering Of the scale. He
showed her how to hold her hand find
ing 1t necessary Of course, to place her
fingers in position with his own, an
operation that SD bewildered him that
when he went to his writing ho couldn't
put down single satisfactory sentence.
We'll. such was the beginning. There
was daily lesson for two weeks, much
to Mrs. llapgood's Amusement and up
parent objection, though she said moth
ing, and much to tho further disorder
of Wilson's MUD. Lucy evidently prac-
ticed long and we'll, for she improved
remarkably, and SHE continued to be
doeile until toward tho asst. when vii
son observed that she wns uneomfort,
ably reticent and almost freakish. One
day she jumped up suddenly, her faco
Scarlet and bounded out of the room,
declaring that sho was done with it all,
aud that she would mover touch n piano
again us long as she lived.
Wilson's heart was in tumut He
had learned days before this what was
the matter and the prospect of losing
those sweet hours ut the piano was in.
tolerable. He followed her found her
struggling against tears in the dining
room, and, going straight to her, he
told his story. Lucy listened with mn
expression of unutterablo anguish, tried
to say ayes, and mo" at tho Same
time and at length broke away from
his tentative embrace and fled back to
the parlor.
For ono painful moment Wilson ro-
manned whore he was Then upon his
astonished oars came the sounds Of that
most beautifully melancholy noctmne
of Chopin's the one in b major, and
played. 1t seemed. with more perfection
OF technique and feeling than he ever
hoard it, lio tiptoed his way into tho
parler and listened there, while he
watched Lucy wiring from tho ipstru-
ment the expression of her wealth of
woe. Presently she stopped in the mid
do of IL passage, put her face in her
hands and moaned, ooh, am SO
ashamed"
But. Lucy, said Wilson, tenderly,
as he carossed her hair, 81 love you.
dear!h
Then she stood up, reached out her
arms helplessly, and their lips met.
II couldn't help it. Arthur, sho
said, little later, "when saw that
you mistook Molly's ignorant pounding
for mine, | meant to have little fun
with you, that was all. Mamma soolded,
but | wouldn't stop am afraid you
think | haven't any principle at all.
"On the contrary, dearest, answered
Wilson, II knew that you We're impelled
and guided by the principle of love. 1t
reminds me Of the professor In college
in whose hands an experiment went all
to smash. Gentlemen, said he to tho
laughing students, the experiment has
failed, but tho principle remains the
same. ; Chicago News.