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A tumult of hearty applause followed, and then he cried, "Gentleht for the land of our birth He is dying of hunger," and into the old man's hat he dropped a bill and then handed it round tothe curb at which her carriage stood, he looked at her eager face, and with a s, dropped her purse into it In a few moments the hat was nearly full; the old man and the money were confided to the care of an hotel officer, the stream of traffic and pleasure went on its usual way, and thethe conversation turned constantly to this event Mostyn was sure he was a member of some operatic troupe "Voices of such rare co non-professional people," he said, and Judge Raas of his opinion

"His voice will haunt me for many days," he said "Those two lines, for instance-'Tis the home of our childhood, that beautiful spot Which ot

The melody onderful I e could find out where he is singing His voice, as I said, haunts ht have made the same remark, but she was silent She had noticed the musician more closely than her father or Fred Mostyn, and when Ruth Bayard asked her if his personality was interesting, she was able to give a very clear description of the er; he is too young," she answered "I should think he was about twenty-five years old, tall, slender, and alert He was fashionably dressed, as if he had been, or was going, to an afternoon reception Above all things, I should say he was a gentleman"

Oh, why are our hearts so accessible to our eyes? Only a slance had passed between Ethel and the Unknown, yet his ie was prisoned behind the bars of her eyelids On this day of days she had met Love on the crowded street, and he had "But touched his lute wherein was audible The certain secret thing he had to tell; Only their mirrored eyescuriosity, had filled her consciousness Who was he? Where had he gone to? When should they ain? Ah, she understood no Emmeline Labiche had felt constrained to seek her lover from the snows of Canada to the moss-veiled oaks of Louisiana