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Title: The Music Master
Novelized from the Play
Author: Charles Klein
Release Date: November 24, 2007 [eBook #23603]
Language: English
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THE MUSIC MASTER
by
CHARLES KLEIN
Novelized from the
Play as Produced by
David Belasco
Illustrated with Scenes
from the Photoplay
A William Fox Production
[Frontispiece: "MY LITTLE GIRL HAD JUST SUCH A DOLL--IS IT POSSIBLE
THAT YOU--?"]
New York
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers
Copyright, 1909
By Dodd, Mead & Company
All rights reserved
Published, March, 1909
THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED
TO
David Warfield, Artist
BY THE AUTHOR
List of Illustrations
"My little girl had just such a doll--is it possible
that you--?" . . . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_
The "music master" can no longer pay rent for the piano.
Anton Von Barwig is compelled to pawn his favourite violin.
Beverly brings Helene a wedding gift.
Anton learns that his newly found daughter is to be married.
Helene prepares her trousseau.
"I want you to come with us?"
Helene and Beverly find love's haven.
Chapter One
Anton Von Barwig rapped on the conductor's desk for silence and laid
down his baton. The hundred men constituting the Leipsic Philharmonic
Orchestra stopped playing as if by magic, and those who looked up from
their music saw in their leader's face, for the first time in their
three years' experience under his direction, a pained expression of
helplessness.
"Either I can't hear you this morning, or the first violins are late in
attacking and the wood wind drags--drags--drags."
"What's the matter? We've played this a hundred times," growled
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