An American Girl in Munich

3, 10.

ibility. I don't know when I have enjoyed anything as much. The concert, as you may have judged by the name, was made up of composi

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solo 'cello, and

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of Lukas from the Opera

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vely, sustained thing. That man certainly knows how to write for the 'cello! We heard his opera Ingwelde last week, and remarked the same thing then. The third number was, however, the number of the evening. I wish I could describe to you the enchanting beauty of this music from Gugeline-its delicacy, freshness, and tenderness. And yet withal there is no semblance of insipidity about it

ability, he is a great favorite in Munich. When the tempest had at last subsided and we had settled back into our places, Frau Langenhan-Hirzel appeared to play the concerto of vom Rath. Her entrance was the signal for a fresh outburst of applause, and there was no more enthusiastic group in the hall than ours in the east corner, for Polly, Edith, and Louise are all her pupils and loyally adore her. "Frau Langenhan," as they generally call her, looked very young as she took her place at the piano. She is slight, and her short black hair curls roguishly about her head, while a pair of dark, inn

ck curls from to time with a characteristic movement of the head. The girls rushed enthusiastically up to her. After the first eager words of congratulation they presented me, and she was most cordial in her

stretched hand he met me half way. The beauty of his music had so intensely moved me, that I grew excited when I endeavored to congratulate him, and my German flew away as if on wings. I could only murmur stupidly something about

think-or rather to hear again in my mind those haunting, exquisite strains. Is there anything in the world more marvellous t

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me my German was a little more fluent, and I even made bold to ask him how long it had taken him to write the act. He said that he started it in the

to tears. A stretto is a net, and if one is not constantly on the watch, he is caught in its meshes. Thuille looked it over, made some corrections, and to my surprise sa

e as I drew on my gloves to express the wish that we

fortunate if I have my Lobetanz given. I expect tha

m all," he said, as he touched the backs of the great books with a tender, almost pater

e, and to my delight took his seat at

out the orchestral parts from here on," he said, playing t

udith." He declared that reducing the orchestral parts so as to make a complete piano accompaniment was one of the most tedious

relessly about in his studio; perhaps a song, or a string quartette, or merely the key to his harmony book which he

or a walk. We found, however, that by hurrying we could spend a half-hour in the old Pinakothek, and so we made our way to Barerstrasse. You must come over if only to see these splendid Holbeins! The

nd found ourselves in the most charming apartment under the very roof itself. Mrs. Sterner received us in a picturesque, low-studded room, which had at one end a large bay-window, where the tea table was spread. She is very slight and girl

ngings, and stale, tobacco-scented air; but a big, light-flooded, healthy room adorned merely with sketches, pictures an

erested me most. Each picture had such definiteness about it that one could guess at once the lines it interpreted. Two of his most famous paintings which we asked to see were in America

finished yet?" asked Edith

said; "I've put it asid

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composedly conversing about Arabic customs-a favorite subject of Herr Doktor and the Poet-in came the Italian ladies, with profuse apologies for their tardiness. They h

she said, "and told him I would tak

ts of her hair. A second later her aunt, who had been looking over her shoulder, snatched the letter

he letter into her pocket. "A pretty pass when engaged gi

the insult thus publicly inflicted on her. She started as if to retort, then, recovering her self-possession, she folded her napki

re to depart without her permission. Muttering to herself, she pushed back her

on, and the calm voice of the Poet's Wife was like oil on tempestuous waters, as she inquired whether

your lessons come and see

e Hartmanns, and Fr?ulein made her début in Berlin, where her aunt had taken a fancy to spend the winter. Among other men whom she met was Lieutenant Blum. He had, without doubt, heard the rumors of Frau von Waldfel's wealth, for he immediately began to pay court. Matters were speedily arranged between the two families and the young people were betrothed. Fr?ulein's parents were greatly pleased; Frau von Waldfel, radiant. Such an honor that her niece should wed an officer! Only Fr?ulein Hartmann did not seem to rejoice as she should over the good

Don't blame her, my dear. You American girls are brought up very differently from ours here, and it is hard for you to understand. The letter to-day was, I feel sure, from Heinrich. Much as she has longed to hear from him,

al ball?" I

s dared to write and propose another scheme. 'Lovers

ome out, I wonder,

ill with the gout, and one morning we went for a walk together. She was feeling very unhappy, for in some way an unpleasa

back to the day I had seen the man

enant in town

ed away on some law b

now that it was Blum who was having such a gay time with that crowd of people. He may have used that law st

with experience and the discretion which comes with years, things would s

atically and