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The girl seemed not to be offended by his enthusias, and with a word in a low voice to Clarke, who placed a sheet ofthe co Serviss listened with growing ae, but they had ample spread and were under perfect control There was power in the poise of her head and in the rhyth was curiously unferace, of sentihtenali! This musical preacher has trained his pupil till she plays as he would play if he had the digital facility It's all fine, but it is not the girl," and the question of their relationship again engaged him

When the final storh waiting for her critic to applaud

Serviss broke the silence by exclaiauise Coed Clarke "You are Señor Del Corte, barytone of the Salt-Air Opera Co to the Arion Ladies' Orchestra I have found you both out!"

The girl smiled with pleasure, but Clarke remained so unassailably serious that Serviss was moved to further deeps of audacity "Don't tellWho are you, really?"

Clarke answered, resentfully: "I ae, as Miss Laain that thump three times repeated sounded upon the door Serviss, baffled and silenced by Clarke's i inexplicably subirl, felt hiible, sinister, and inescapable influence The young clergyman seemed to darken and oppress both woued in a conspiracy to deceive and cajole This bewilderment lasted but a"Well, now, play so-time; that last piece has left us all a little dashed--try a cake-walk"

Clarke interposed "Miss Lambert does not play those trashy ious"

Serviss resented the preacher's tone, but quickly answered: "They're not exactly reverent, I'll admit; but without them American music would be but a poor reflection of the German"

As if to save his reputation the preacher sang "The Palirl acco hours of practice, and this did not please him