By W. P. Dunn..
"Well, James, what is it?" ask
ed rich' Mrs. Tuckerman," testily.
"I told you I didn't want to be
disturbed. The sruests will be ar-
Herr Krissel Was Short, Stout
riving in half an hour and I must
get things ready for them."
"I beg your pardon, madam,"
answered the butler. ''There's
a young person outside with a
violin who says she has an ap
pointment with you."
"O. it must be that Miss
what's her name?" said rich Mrs.
Tuckerman, crossly. "Let her
sit down in the hall and wait until
"Yes, madam," answered the
butler. Half. an hour later Mrs.
Tuckerman, flushed of face,
emerged from the reception room
and found a slender young wo
man, with a wreath of copper
colored hair and timid demeanor,
waiting, a violin in her hands.
At the sight of her patroness she
"Well, so here you are," snap
per Mrs. Tuckerman. "J don't
know whether I shall want you
or not. It depends on how tired
my guests are after Krissel has
played. You had better wait
you had better wait in the cloak
room, and I'll give you three dol
lars extra to take charge of the
ladies' wraps, because my maid
The girl felt the blood surge
into her face; then, remembering
the sick mother at home she
bowed her head. "Yes, I shall be
glad to, Mrs. Tuckerman," she
"Good!" said Mrs. Tucker
man. "James ! Show this young
woman to the cloak room and in
struct her in her duties. And
keep an eye on her if you have
the chance," she added in a lower
voice. "I don't know about that
class of person, and I don't want
"Yes, madam," said James.
Mrs. Tuckerman's reception
was the talk of the -avenue, -for
Herr Krissel, the famous pianist,
had actually promised to grace it
with his presence. And every
one thought it art honor to have
Herr Krissel, since he was an in
timate friend of the music-loving
regent of Bonn, where as lad
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