The record-union., 1898-01-07
THE PROFESSORS DREAM,

| 1t was a perfect June morning, and
Professor Fritz Dreifus, sitting in his
little dining room over the music shop,
felt it very oppressive, although the
| window was wide open. He went to
the door and opened it; boy was COM
ing up the stairs and called to him,
Are you the Professor?"
Yes"
Then here's a note" and, throwing
| it on the table, he ran down stairs
again, preferring the fresh air outside
to the suggestions of onions, ETC., that
were floating up from the kitchen. The
/ Professor picked up the note and opened
| it; it ran as follows:
+ Dear Sir: Would it be convenient
/ for you to come and see me this morn
/ ing at II o'clock to arrange about mu-
I sic lessons for my daughter? Yours
truly, MARION H. HEWETT''
| Fritz Dreifus ran his fingers through
his hair, already tinged with gray, and
murmured, 1T is something; l will go.
1 have heard of Fraulein Hewett. 1t
| is said she plays beautifully; WELL 1
will see.' He sat down at the piano
and dashed off lively little waltz of
his own composition, then wrote a note
+ to say he would have much pleasure
in waiting on Mrs. Hewett at the hour
/ she named, and left on his way TO
music lesson he had to give at II.
The Professor had not been many
months at Westdean; he had a fair
number of pupils; he hoped to have
more, and here was a new one already.
/ He felt more light hearted than he had
been for many days. When he arrived
punctually at Weylands, Mrs. Hewett's
house, he was shown into her pretty,
cool drawing room. She was not there,
so he sank into a comfortable armchair
I and looked about him as he waited.
/ Flowers in picturesque vases were
/ everywhere, shedding their sweet fra
/ GRANGE all over the room, but what
pleased him best were the roses. There
was a huge bouquet of them in the
empty grate-large, velvety, red ones,
and few pale pink. The Professor
thought he had never seen such beau
ties; he was very fond of roses.
He was still admiring them when
( Mrs Hewett entered She was a tall,
good looking woman, her pretty gray
/ hair was arranged in thick coils round
/ her head, her hands were large and
white. and her fingers were covered
with rings. which flashed and sparkled
when she moved them. After greeting
one another they arranged about the
i lessons.
/ When it was all settled Fritz said: "I
should like to hear Fraulein Hewett
play; is she at home?' Mrs. Hewett
called her at once.
/ A tall, dark girl, very pretty and
! very graceful, entered the room, and
on hearing why she was wanted seated
herself at once at the piano and began.
She played Beethoven's Moonlight
/ Sonata and one of Chopins waltzes.
Then the Professor stopped her. His
face was eager and his tone excited: he
had never heard such playing, so beau
/ tiful, so true.
"FTaulein'' he said, II wish to hear
something of your own composition
! The girl blushed. How do you
know?" she asked, striking few chords
here and there.
You could not play like that and not
compose something" he replied; play"
She obeyed him, and after a few chords
/ began strong minor prelude. Nov
something else" and she complied This
| time ii was a dreamy waltz, carrying
you away with it as 1t rose and fell in
its soft cadences. The Professor. sit
! ting there, felt as IF in a dream; the
scent of the roses, the cool breezes and
] the faint, dreamy music never left his