The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1901-02-22

be accomplished in music, art or
science" =
II know, papa; but why does one al
ways have to control ones self Just
when they want good time? It
seems like slavery"
"There is no true freedom without
control. I have learned it, and proved
1t. You must do the same. Now run
away, for have this article to finish.
After tea we will take row on the
lake."
Lowell went out to the bowling alley
and played until the tea-bell rang, came
in, went to his room for a brushing,
and changed his coat. At home his
father exacted the little niceties of
habit which make the gentleman out
wardly as well as in thought and &C.
tiOn.
Lowell's mother, beautiful, talent
ed woman, was struck by lightning
while playing the organ in the church.
The light and music of the home died
out. For years Lowell's father could
not hear note OF music, but as Low
ell grew older and his love and talent
for music was more and more manifest
his wife's lovely spirit seemed to re-
turn to him through the divine har-
monies Of the old masters she loyed.
Lowell's Interpretation of classical
music, even as boy, was exquisitely
delicate.
After tea they walked down to the
boathouse and got out the boat. The
lake was beautiful. The sun was set
ting in the west, the moon was rising
in the east; the clouds bldEhing rosy
red at the suns goodnight kisses.
Lowell rowed. Neither spoke for
some time. The silence and beauty
could not be touched with words. Far
up the lake party of students began
their college s,glees. Then Lowell's
father said: 'I have engaged Profes-
sor Hotter to teach you thorough
bass. 1shall now give you the oppor-
tunity to see what you are willing to
give upand dc. for music. What we
love we work for.''
Papa smiled at Lowell's delighted
surprise.
"Papa, I will show you that I can
control myself for my beloved music, -
he exclaimed.
'1f you will you can; but, my son, it
must not be work for one day and play
the next. Music will not permit a fit
full devotion. Control, you know, is
merely bringing all your forces, whetl.
er Of thought, action or affection, to
some one purpose, and you can't drop
any stray forces by the way and sue
coed. There, I don't wish to preach t.
my son any longer. Professor Hotter
! comes tomorrow at ten. Let us now
enjoy this superb evening; sing and 1
will row."
Lowell sang snatches from light
operas, bits of German melodies, and
finished with Schubert's ''Serenade. !"
From the mountains around the lake
every note was sent back by Lady
Echo. "Papa, papa, what forlorn
world this would be without music!"
cried Lowell, entranced with the de-
light of it all.
eyes, it is the echo of Gods voice in
his world. What will it be in the per-
feet home where he dwells?"
Lowell did not reply. He knew his
papa's thoughts were with his mother.
They rowed in quietly and entered the
house. Every ray OF moonlight
seemed like his mothers smile.
The next morning Professor Hotter
appeared. Lowell was indefatigable
in his study Of thorough-bass. He
realized more fully what his papa
meant by giving his whole thought and
energy to whatever he attempted, and
In learning, as he expressed, Chow
music was made,' one note fol-
lowing another, one chord formed from
another, all in perfect order and pre-
clslon as the regiments OF an army.
Sometimes his chords would all be
aWry; professor would laugh and say:
"Well, mine friend, could the flowers
blossom II each petal and leaf wish to
grow separate, or just where it pleased:
unity of forces makes power of unity,
and that is what tells"
One day Lowell's test came. He had