The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1895-06-05

to the sounds that haunted me, the
rich full notes swelling higher and
louder rs in wonder and ecstacy
tested my returning powers. Spring.
ing from my seat 1 threw back my
head, and expressed my delight in one
loud strain of triumphant melody.
Then my mother and sister appeared
with words of eager oongratulation.
"Can it be that your beautiful voice
has come back for good?" they all
asked, and in reply I allowed another
happy paean to confirm the glorious
truth.
"Phyllis," said Maud, "the night
ingales themselves will envy you.
They hugged and kissed me until
Ruth suddenly drew back, saying:
Now, she will not be married, and
all those lovely dresses have been made
for nothing"
"No, indeedl" answered quickly,
'Tf Larry objects to me because have
my voice again, those dresses will do
for concerts, as / shall accept the first
offer | receive to sing in public. l
want all my friends to know that l nm
no longer mute. But / must send
word to the boy at once. l shall pre-
tend that think he is delighted"
Consequently, when he came, I ex-
claimed -
ooh, Larry, are you not glad that
my..voice has come back to me as
strong and clear as ever?"
The poor fellow tried to look sorry,
but there was no deceit about him,
and his eyes betrayed his real feel
ings.
care you not glad?" 1 persisted
"And are you not little ungen-
erous?" he asked in return.
"Noi" l cried. "a gift like mine
is simply divine. and do not under
stand how any one who is so fond of
me can dislike my voice"
'I should delight in it quietly at
home, but to see you upon public
stage, opening your mouth to amuse
a money crowd, is very different.
"Well," said, somewhat inpatient
", "of course you are at liberty to
take back all you said out of pity for
me in my forlorn condition. You
we're very kind, but I do not need
your pity now." And l drew myself
up proudly. "Listenl Will you
can you?'
Certainly" he replied with an air
of resignation.
Then 1 stood up before him and
sang the sweetest, most caressing lit
tie love song that tender hearted
maiden ever sang to listening lover.
The tears came to his eyes, and,
springing up, he threw his arms around
me.
"You cruel grill" he cried. "You
know your power so well / cannot
live without you. Phyllis! Sing
where you will and when you will.
only love me, darling, love me !"
Then cried, too, and whispered
through my tears:-
LARRY, 1 will be just as true and
devoted wife as If this beloved voice
of mine belonged to some other girl. !"
And after that we had no more dis
putes or controversies.
We have been married two years
and have sung with the most Aatter-
ing success great many times, dear
old Larry always escorting me. But
lately hive led a more quiet life, be-
cause there is young Larry Wilson.
He has an organ also; an imperative
one. The tyranny which seems in.
nate in man reveals itself plainly in
these tiny morsels of humanity. But
then, how sweet it is.
An agent called the other day. ]
had just agreed to sing at brilliant
entertainment, when suddenly the
baby cried. Cried? He roared.
ooh, dear" eqclaimed, 81 forgo
what was doing. / cannot leave my
baby should here him cry if
were two miles away"
"He has pretty reaching voice,
the man replied, as the shrieks grew
louder and louder.
"It would certainly reach my ears, y
/ declared. "And that high falsettc
!. of his, even if oblivious of keys, ha
more effect upon me than the trues
soprano or contralto in the world. "
81 will go now," the agent said
sand perhaps you will change YOU
mind. Think ofit a while, and ALLOW
l.