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"All right, ," he made answer "But not here This is no place for loomy crypt, surrounded by the relics of the dead We've been buried alive down here altogether too long as it is Brrr! The chill's beginning to get into my very bones! Don't you feel it, Beta?"

"I do, now I stop to think of it Well, let's go up then We'll have our s, in the cathedral, with sunshine and air and birds to keep it conificent phonograph and the steel records out of the crypt and up the spiral stairway, into the vast, majestic sweep of the transept

They placed their find on the broad concrete steps that in the old days had led up to the altar, and while Allan ht, the girl, sitting on the top step, looked over the records

"Why, Allan, here are instrumental as well as vocal masterpieces," she announced with joy "Just listen--here's Rossini's 'Barbier de Seville,' and Grieg's 'Anitra's Dance' fro 'Barcarolle' froan to hu a few lines, her voice like gold and honey: Belle nuit, o nuit d'amour, souris a nos ivresses! Nuit plus douce que le jour, o belle nuit d'amour! Le temps fuit et sans retour emporte nos tendresses; Loin de cet heureux sejour le temps fuit sans retour! Zephyrs embrases, versez-nous vos caresses! Ah! Donnez-nous vos baisers!

The echoes of Offenbach's wondrous air, a crystal streah the vaulted heights A irl, and then he sain, the past!" he cried "In you the world shall be made new once more! Beatrice, when I last heard that 'Barcarolle' it was sung by Farrar and Scotti at the Metropolitan, in the winter of 1913 And now--you waken the whole scene in hted space anew, the tiers of gilded galleries and boxes, the thousands of erly on every silver note--I see the marvelous orchestra, ht on the Grand Canal, the gondolas, thethose perfect tones! My heart leaps at theit!"

"With my poor voice?" she smiled "Play it, play the record, Allan, and let us hear it as it should be sung!"