Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1908-04-16

like one eutranced. Here was girl
who did not simply buy admission
tickets and listen TO others. She was
in ii all, in the world OF music from
which Miss Amy had always been eX-
cluded by the iron key. marked duty.
"How-how 90 You manage to get
into n choir or Il league or anything
of that sort?"
The girl felt Gattered as she looked
into Miss Amy's kindling face.
oh, they're always looking for good
sight readers with fresh, clear voices
in the big choirs. Sometimes you get
paid-sometimes you don't. | didn't
get anything last year. But the easiest
way to get In is to take lessons from
the choirmuster-p private lessons. Then
Mr.. Weston will put you in the choir
to jolly You along. whether you can
sing or not. You're new to New York,
and you wouldn't believe the graft
The cIaug of the supDpr bell drowned
the latter part OF the sentence, and the
girl rose abruptly. Miss Amy followed
her down to the dining room but
scarcely knew what was spread before
them. What mattered food or drink
or sordid laudladics or gossiping board
crs when she had found the key to her
paradise at last? Perhaps it was graft
perhaps the girl spoke thoughtlessly.
The next morning very early Miss
Amy went shopping. She told the mil
liner she wanted Il brown hat to match
her suit. NO, not tOque like she had
on; something younger" and she de-
scribcd quite accurately the hat which
the girl had worn to church the after
noon before.
"TIl wear this" she said, land you
can send the old one home"
Next she went to the nearest drug
store and studied the directory. Yves
ton, Albert, singing teacher, 421 West
-- street"
And as she left the drug store she
spiel a florists window, and she stop
,ed for Il bouquet of violets Then
ag in she hesitated The crisis of this
her new life was at hand. She al
lowed three cars to pass. and then,
with firmly compressed lips, she sig
aled for Il hanson. At the boarding
.ouse every one said that in New
York one must keep up appearances
Perhaps if he thought she could afford
to ride in hansoms he would overlook
her vocal deficiencies.
Albert Weston, worn by his strug-
giles with an Indifferent pupil, was
standing at the window of his studio
when the hanson drew up before the
building and the brown, wrenlke fig
Ire stepped cautiously from the vehi-
Gle and shot a questioning glance up
the brOwnstone front
I'm glad | took the hansom." com
nented Miss Amy as she mounted the
teps This was life! An absurd thrill
wept over her and brought delicate
and most becoming blush to her face.
Mr. Weston studied her curiously,
hands deep in his pockets, when she
asked almost timidly the privilege of
itudying with him Prices, hours, ev-
arythtng seemed secondary to the fear
that he might not accept her as Il pupi
He tried her voice, paced the room
few moments and then said gravely:
Eyes, l will take you as n pupil but
I want to be quite frank with you.
ANN NA'A hSNNA tt u Eltdl ollStI. IOu
lave :. sweet, harmless. drawing room
foice, but | don't want you to go into
'he work with any idea of being
yrand opera singer in time You have
)egun-too late for that"
Again the delicate flush mounted to
ner face.
4 understand all that--it is just for
my own pleasure II could not study
sooner. 1t is just for the joy of being
able to sing for myself"
He stopped short in his nervous walk
and looked at her. Such simplicity,
tuch humility, such lack Of ambition,
almost staggered him.
Perhaps some time-when my voice
8 little stronger-you might, that is.
f 1t would be quite right, you might
'et me join your choir at st. Angus
ine'sY
First vacancy there is" he assented
heartily. what our congregation likes
number of sweet correct voices.
ov tho time same one gets tired OF re-
1earsals or marries or moves away I'll
ave your voice placed and be glad to
axe you on"
And so commenced the musical ca
'eer of Miss Amy Carter, aged thirty
me, residence second class boarding
Iouse: occupation apendiu0 the small