"When I was traveling in France with my poor dear mother," etc., from
which Mrs. Anderson gathered that he had been a devoted son, and then he
would relate how he had seen something curious "when he was dining at
the house of the American minister at Berlin." "This hazy air reminds me
of my native mountains in Northern New York." And then he would allude
to his study of music in the Conservatory in Leipsic. To plain country
people in an out-of-the-way Western neighborhood, in 1843, such a man
was better than a lyceum full of lectures. He brought them the odor of
foreign travel, the flavor of city, the "otherness" that
everybody craves.

[Illustration: THE HAWK.]

He staid to dinner, as I have said, and to supper. He staid over night.
He took up his board at the house of Samuel Anderson. Who could resist
his entreaty? Did he not assure them that he felt the need of a home in
a cultivated family? And was it not the one golden opportunity to have
the daughter of the house taught music by a private master, and thus
give a special _eclat_ to her education? How Mrs. Anderson hoped that
this superior advantage would provoke jealous remarks on the part of her
neighbors! It was only necessary to the completion of her triumph that
they should say she was "stuck up." Then, too, to have so brilliant a
beau for Julia! A beau with watch-seals and a mustache, a beau who had
been to Paris with his mother, studied music in the Conservatory at
Leipsic, dined with the American minister in Berlin, and done ever so
many more wonderful things, was a prospect to delight the ambitious
heart of Mrs. Anderson, especially as he flattered the mother instead of
the daughter.

"He's a independent citizen of this Federal Union," said Jonas to