The suburban citizen., 1901-09-21

say, II your daughter come, n great
privilege, shall you say2-it VIII git
me to teach for Joy n pupil init SO
fine talent Ach, madam, so fine
talent! And lihng in Germany-ach,
It is nicht rich your daughter must be
for ihatl Vim you let come your
daughter"
Luciles mother flushed Just as Lu-
clle would have flushed, She could
hardly find words with which to
answer this distinguished guest, who
offered to teach her daughter FOR
JOY" a.
"Ach, you haf vat you call pride!
Haf It not. mndam. Your daughter.
she will great be. You viii let come
herY supplemented the pianist.
IL could not decide now" lucile's
mother found voice to say. ut means
so much, and your kindness is over
whelming. l can hardly thank you.
and must talk with my daughter.
She was not perfectly coherent, but
Herr Won Meister understood.
$50, So" he agreed. "and letter
soon to men hotel you viii send, and
We will make vat you call arrange
ments'T"
YES" said Lucile's mother. land 1
thank you. Herr Won Melster, oh, L
thank your
When the pianist had gone she
wept n few tears OF mingled happi-
ness and sorrow, and then spent
long hour with a pencil and a row Of
figures. 81 could perhaps manage It,"
she mused. "Oh, she would gain so
much become so much! But what
shall dO without herr" The little
mother was so young and sweet and
human, and she had only one daugh-
ter!
When the one daughter came home
from school, her mother repeated to
her Herr Won Meister's wonderful
offer. Lucille sat at her feet and
listened. Her eyes sparkled.
Can We go, mother?" she ask ked.
"I think i'm another year l could
manage for you to go, dear. There
wouldn't be the other school bills, and
get more and more to do"
But. mother you couldn't do things
over there for people here" Lucille
said in surprise.
Her mother looked at her question
ingly. MY dear she said, bravely,
"all of us couldn't CO."
Lucille stared for n moment; then
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mother in her arms. do You sup
pose" she demanded sternly, with her
eyes strangely bright, that am go
ing to Germany to study music, and
leave you here"
But, my dear, Herr Won Melster
says you might do great things"
"Do you suppose I'm going to let
you work so that canY Lucille said.
but, my dear, ia love to do It,"
Lucille kissed her. THAT Is just the
point, DEAR" she said vaguely. Now
what would you do without me-and
1 without you?"
II don't know, dear" said her
mother, trying to he neutral, and not
succeeding very well. you might
play before kings and queens she
added mischievOusly.
"To quote yourself, mother dear,
ia rather have you
But i'm the end. DEAR
in the endT Lucille looked at the
delicate face; she remembered so
much that might well have made 1t
delicate. She kissed it again.
Il am going TO work and take care
OF you as soon as l can. AS for Ger
many, III write to Her Won Mcster,"
she said
Her mother came and locked over
her shoulder as she wrote, and she
read this: II thank you more than l
can say, but l may not 60. Mother
cannot 20, and l cannot leave her"
Her Won Meister smiled when he
read this. He rarely offered TO teach
pupils "fOr joy" and his offer had
never before been refused. He kept
the quaint little note, and one day,
many years later, when Lucille had,
without going to Germany, refreshed
so many tired men and women with
the tenderness or her music, made
not all with her fingers.-he Read 1t
| once more, and said:
"Ach, de little American Braulein
she haf always n fine talent for music:
hut for lOving-ach, she haf 4 genlusw
-Nuutb's Gamma f,ton