New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-12-29

In the dngy common room OF that imperial institu-
ton many women. carrying portfolios. were wait
ing their turn be called Some were twitching
with nervousness; others showed by their exhaust
ed air that they had worked too hard TO do them
selves justice: a few seemed Indifferent; several
wore confident srniles all Of them tried 10 appear
unnaturally patient At a wooden table IN the cen
tire OF the floor waxen faced spinster, with dyed
hair pastered her shining forehead in the early
Victorian fashion. sat making slow entries in
large account book She brown woolen
spencer crossed over her chest. mits her hands
and curious silk dress. which looked as though
it had been made out OF old umbrella covers. This
Individual who exercised an official capacity In the
establishment. had. under a pair Of tnfamed eye
brows, penetrating and slyly observant eyes. From
long experience she able 70 tell at glance
those girls who would be likely to succeed and
those who would inevitably fail. with talent.
IN the musical world. On the present occasion her
attention fUrtively expended upon a group or
three young candidates. who stood out from the
rest and caught the single ray OF sunlight which
pierced the dirty window One was not more than
seventeenth far Jewess OF unusual beauty She
had removed her hat. and her waving hair. which
fell below her waist. was kept in place by pol
ished steel dIet. Her cloth jacket was open az
the neck and exposed a fine throat. encircIed with
italian beads. she did not speak but she had
habit OF opening and shutting her mouth and show
Ing her superb teeth Next to her sat srnau
plump person Of five six and twenty, with COM
mon nose, inpertinent blue eyes and air OF ire
pressble vtvacity: her feet moved. her hands
played on some imaginary instrument, her head
swayed in time to inaudble music; she seemed
ignorant OF repose although her tight bodice COW
cred with brooches and chains of imitation Jewels
made it hard for her 10 be unrestra1ned IN her
attitude her wandering gaze She had stuck out
her feet which were shod in French kid boots.
stitched with white. tasseled. and perched on ex-
eggerated heels. These she surveyed from time TO
time with great seriousness because they were evi-
IDENTIFY quite new. At other moments she cast
glance on her yellow gloves stitched with black.
reaching to the elbow. Now and again she would
hum songs to herself in INDECENT, caressing
voice. and she smiled pleasantly at her possibly
future companions. The official lady who presided
at the table made mental comments which vera
not entirely confident on the side OF orthodoxy
with regard to this vivacious student The third
in the Froup was an angular though graceruI girl.
whose most striking charms were a delicate com
| plexion and a quantity OF golden brown hair.
straw hat came so far over her eyes that could
| scarcely see them. but the lower part OF the face
| was eager. mobile and refined While the hand
| some Jewess yawned and the other smiled and
| hummed. the angular girl clasped and unclas2ed
| her fingers. but remained otherwise as quiet as
peaceful sleeper. At the end Of two hours an at
| tendant came to the door and called out;
| Miss Ffdelia Delorme for Mr.. GaluppL"
Miss Ada Arson for Mr.. BaromL"
Miss Cecily Eusden for Mr. Cunberbatch-
| The angular girl flushed deeply the sound Of
her name. pushed back her hat and showed. for the
| first time, her greatest attraction-a pair Of very
| soft. very deep. very clear gray eyes. She fol-
| lowed the attendant down several passages into a
| long narrow where the eminent professor
| was pacing the floor. evidently exasperated BY a
| tiresome afternoon
! What have you orought?' said he feeling al
| once that there would be no platform for
! the young creature. But he liked her countenance
| her carriage. her modesJy. and her fresh cheeks
| Miss Eusden produced the Woldstein Sonata Che
| pins Impromptus. and Nocturne by Field
] The Beethoven he said. briefly.
L-TE - -, n-.~
| That VIII do. You play too much with the brain.
| You must get more heart into it. III take you
| once q week this term, and you can prepare your
&iiister You have heard Of him
Yes: she had heard Of Mr.. AudIey MacAHister.
| amour Sans laToes,- suggested the Professor.
who was rather tired Of his favorte pupils popular
| success Every body plays Amour sans paroles. "
! ne added. not without irony.
pale with nervousness. TO Mr. Audley MacA!lister
ne suD-FroIsssor room was SlaD cuo4cle en-
| chairs and q cottage pianoforte. MaoAusJer was q
| all slight man with clean shaven face and
twitching lips-fun naturally: but much compressed
| manner. and when addressing his pupils he always
.oosed SLIalsnt over Inelr neaos az tre wee Eo 4
| had a charm which made him popular AT the AeaGe-
ia bs Fls ghtCb he cnr5osad at Ieast q
| little money. Miss Eusten dropped her music case
waved her to the piano. and struck few me minor
| keys The lesson. which lasted half an hour was
! quiet affair. felJ mat ne had formed star
| ing opinion Of her talent. and she could not fatter
! pearance. She looked her best that day. and wore
| bunch Of HHes-of-the-valey in her belt Their
aever Knew h Tires girls including the WA
| COUs candidate with the French boots. were
| waiting Cecily left. and she felt they would be
given the cold. scrupulous attention that she
but no conversation passed between them until the
| She had TO sit dressed in white, with blue sash
| across one shoulder in the orches.<a under the
| big organ. To her surprise. during the interval
beside her and began to talk about the music they
had been hearing She trenoled from what she
! strangely and in her struggle to hide this mex
p1!capIe SSH s oe,il t SUI
but she attracted him, and he had especially no
had chosen her face out of the whole choir.
/ She is not pretty; she Is beautiful had been
| This gave MacAIister another idea-for song
this ttne-and ne decided the instant that Miss
| class At the next lesson he praised her progress.
| You'll do best with Bach and Brahms ne said
| She replied rrteIy enough but with truth Shake
DO you read French" he asked
| To my mind" said he, permitting himself 70
steal swift glance at her profle-she was staring
hard at the page Of Bach in front OF her-"to my
mind in France has beaten Rousseau
Leopard Get the French tran.lation-it's admlra-
bic. In America there's Walt Whitman. when you
undisciplined Joy OF living. In English there's Mat
| thew Arnold He gives the essence OF modern
| thought 1t might be my own self speaking. Need
lon$ But the feeling in his verse and nv soul Is
| IDENTICAL He made gesture toward his fore
| head when he referred to his soul. for he had no
| tiou OF ideas into discussion.
| Ceciiy. on her way home 10 Holland Park got
out OF the omnibus and ordered the works OF Rouz-
| seau and Arnold at Whiteey's. Money. when she
needed it for her intellectual wants, could be bor-
! ness where the aunt a Mrs Lawrence Candy. had