The suburban citizen., 1901-09-21

become, Fr8ulein. Ven 20 you to
Germany TO study? Many there come
vom America"
"I-don't know" said Lucille, family.
Her life had been so quiet, so secluded.
She had never known any one who
had studied music i'm Germany.
She had had her dreams of great
ness-of playing Beethoven for kings
and queens, but she had thought little
of a wider training than that of Miss
willis and her mother in the small
inland city in which she had spent all
her life. 70 study in New York or in
Boston had been her greatest flight
of fancy.
81 wish that 1 might study In Ger
many-if it's the best place to study
but I'm afraid never shall,'' she said,
with simple directness. we are not
rich, and I'm afraid we shan't ever
be rich enough for that
Herr Won Meistcr smiled, hut he
merely said MOP" interrogatvely,
and turned to speak to Miss Willis,
whose pride in her pupil 1t was de-
lightful to see.
1t was even later that Beth, beam
ing in her friends reflected glory, was
answering with her customary super
latiyes Herr Won Meister's questions.
Yes, Lucille and her mother adore
each other" Beth repeated. "Lucile
thinks her mother gave the best thing
she had to give to save her life. Study
in Germany How splendid that
would be. But Lucille couldn't I'm
afraid. 1t would cost 80 much. Don't
you think she has genius"
Herr Won Melster had been listening
attentiveIy to the enthusiastic Beth.
He now smiled. as lie replied:
Genius? Ach. who can tell? She
haf so fine a touch-so delicate! We
will sec" He did not tell her what
they would see; hut when he bade
Lucille good night, he said TO her: Il
thank you, Fraulcn for your play
ing-and your mother? May l not
your mother see"
Again Lucile's face flushed. "Mother
would be--happy to see you. Gould
you tell me when. mother so often
isn't at hoinC-She would be sorry not
to be, whcr-'
Then. Fraulcin. in the morning"
Lucille lived almost opposite the
school. which WAS Il small private one
at which were both boarding and day
pupils. In spite of her brother Jim's
protest. she ran all the way home after
the reception, SO eager was she to tell
her mother all the absorbing tale Of
the evening.
Mother she exclaimed. rushing
into the tiny sittingroom and throw
ing her arms around her mothers
nee. "mst lislen' She pushed the
doctors manuscript 20 one side. and
sitting Oh the arm Of her mothers
chair. took her hands. and told her
what beautiful things Herr Won
Meistcr had played. aud how beauti-
fully he had played them; ana what
beautiful things he had sald to her,
and iusr what she had played
He wants 30 meet You, mother.
He's coming tomorrow morning. If
only you had been there 1t would have
been quite perfect He asked me
when | was going 10 Germany to
study Imagine, mother"
They reioiced together over the
daughters pleasure, and Lucille told
her story and told it again; and the
mother listened. and was repaid again
and again for the countless sacrifices
she had made. unknown TO Lucille,
that the cherished daughter might de-
velop her gift. She looked fondly
at the glowing face 80 near her own,
and suddenly Iuoile's words came
again into her mind-''gO TO Ger
many"
Lucile's quick eyes saw the little
shadow creep over her mothers face.
20 mother, are YOU thinking Of when
people asked you to play Beetloven!"
she cried.
NO, no, my dearicy I was wishing
you might go to Germany and study,
| but"
Mother! II would be glorious, but
we never could even think Of It! Why,
! it must take mmts of money!
Her mother smiled. Wei, not
| quite, but it does take a great deal
She rested her head against her daugh
! ter's shoulder and sighed.
Now, mother dear, You must not
| sigh for me-" Lucille said. kissing hel
mothers temple just where her hail
waved softly away. I'm not sigh
ing"
She did sigh once or twice after she
had bidden her mother good night
ANA was alone in her room.
1T would be grand. But Of course
we never could" she said
Her mother said almost the same
words to Herr Won Moister when he
talked 10 Der the next morning about
her daughters talent and promise.
Lucile's mother was rs simple and
as artless as Lucille. She lifted her
eyes, SO like Iucile'S 10 Herr Won
Meister's Kind, clever face, and said
In explanation: Il am Il widow, and
can hardly hope to do more than give