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"Yes, three or four years; but not like this It beats h to be her grandfather, too,

the old----"

His co a hand on his shoulder

"Listen!"

They were at the corner of the Briscoe picket fence, and a sound lilted

through the stillness--a touch on the keys that Harkless knew "Listen,"

he whispered

It was the "Moonlight Sonata" that Helen was playing "It's a pretty

piece," observed Lige after a time John could have choked him, but he

answered: "Yes, it is seraphic"

"Who ner, I expect Yet in so

down on the Wabash bend in Vigo, and cahty pretty country around there--especially at night"

The sonata was finished, and then she sang--sang the "Angel's Serenade"

As the soft soprano lifted and fell in thethere

was in its ti,

seeking pathos, and Willetts felt the hand on his shoulder tighten and

then relax; and, as the song ended, he saw that his co and moist