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If I were a beautiful woed Kitty in a whisper

In a voice that began tree, she sang the ballad she had been playing It was easy to see that she was not a ot everything but her

Miss Bryant put down the co, and her keen eyes softened and dilated Kitty dropped on the floor at Helen's feet; the hush in the room was breathless Reid sat in the dark, still as a statue; I clenched my hands and held silence

The words were as simple as the air But the voice, so clear, so sweet, so joyous, like Helen's own loveliness--to hear it was an ecstasy We were listening to the rarest notes that ever had fallen on human ears--unless the tale of the sirens be history

As the last note died, the fire leaped, dropped and left us in dusk and silence Kitty buried her face against Helen's dress My heart was pounding until in my own ears it sounded like an anvil chorus I don't knohether I was very happy or very ain It is the truth!

With a sudden sob and a sniffing that told of tears unashamed, Miss Bryant found frivolous words to veil our eh-class concert; three dollars each for tickets, please Helen, you don't kno to sing, but-- don't learn! Coot to look up a story in the "

"Wait a ers tre up Kitty's banjo, he s, half declaireen that thunders aft along the deck! Are you sick of towns and s, pack your kit and trek!'

"By Jove! Kipling's right; nothing like a banjo, is there? Now then, Young Person, I'ht!"

While his voice was still echoing down the stairway, Miss Bryant caraph of yourself, Helen?" she asked

She had apparently quite recovered from her emotion, and her tone expressed an odd mixture of business and affection

"I believe if I showed Big Tom a picture of you," she explained, "he'd run a story--there's your science, you know, and your e, maybe"