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"It is not unlikely, Ruth, yet I do not believe that is the explanation"

"Well," said the Judge, throwing his cigarette into the fire, "if the singer had never heard of De Reszke and Parepa Rosa, we entleman of such culture as to be faend of Phoebus Apollo--that story would be sufficient to inspire any irls answered with an enthusiastic entreaty for its recital, and the Judge went to the library and returned with a queer-looking little book, bound in marbled paper

"It was my father's copy," he said, "an Oxford edition" And he turned the leaves with loving carefulness until he ca a fine reader, the words fell from his lips in a stately os a scarred soldier seeking al, he played upon a lyre; but the handling of arms had robbed him of his youthful power, and he stood by the portico hour after hour, and no one dropped hiainst a pillar A youth came to him and asked, 'Why not play on, Akeratos?' And Akeratos er skilled' 'Then,' said the stranger, 'hire me thy lyre; here is a didrachmon I will play, and thou shalt hold out thy cap and be dus, andthe fall of Troy--how Hector perished, slain by Achilles, the rush of chariots, the ring of hoofs, the roar of fla the people stopped to listen, breathless and eager, with rapt, attentive ear And when the singer ceased the soldier's cap was filled with coins, and the people begged for yet another song Then he sang of Venus, till all men's hearts were softly stirred, and the air was purple and misty and full of the scent of roses And in their joy men cast before Akeratos not coins only, but silver bracelets and rings, and gerown, ht Then suddenly the singer stood in a blaze of light, and the lory to the skies"

The girls were delighted; the Judge pleased both with his own rendering of the legend and the manifest appreciation hich it had been received For a moment or two all felt the exquisite touch of the antique world, and Ethel said, in a tone of longing, "I wish that I had been a Greek and lived in Argos"