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her, she found no relief except by sing
ing it right out at the top of her voice.
At first she was afraid that Mr.. Rein
hardt would hear her and take offense,
but afterward she was afraid that he
wouldn't.
She found herself initiating his vocal
methods. 1t was mimicry, and it was
very rude, but she absolutely could not
help it. When the professor was drill
ing that song into one of his pupils and
Jane was struggling with her story, she
would find nothing in her mind at last
but Palm Branches" and only by
singing it once, good and strong, could
she get into condition to resume her
work.
1t was nearly as bad with the vocal
exercise. In fact, after a time it was
/ in one respect worse, for she began to
associate it with particular individual
of whom she knew nothing except that
he had voice like so mad bulls. He
was n diligent person, with plenty of
leisure, for he came almost every aft
ernoon and usually remained about two
| hours. He devoted himself entirely to
the vocal exercise, and he always made
precisely the same mistake in it.
That is very narrowing to the nerves
Of the listener. One must have an iron
constitution to stand it.
| "If he makes that mistake again to-
day." Jane would say to herself. II
shall certainly 60 down stairs and beat
| his brains out. No, no; he can't have
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millionth time! Oh, you idiot"
Then she would sing the exercise her.
self. sometimes with her head out Of
the window, for politeness' sake, some
times defiantly, desperately. And one
| day, when the story was particularly
| annoying and the roaring basso more
stupid than usual, she went in frenzy
directly to the register and yelled that
vocal exercise into it until the antique,
dilapidated furnace far down in the
cellar rang like the cymbals in band.
This really frightened her, not only
because it was so very rude, but be-
cause it was the final convincing proof
that she was going mad. For month
she had suspected it. There could no
longer be any doubt. She walked to
the black table and tore up all that she
had written on her story that day; then
she lay down ON the fur rug in front of
the CRATE fire and began to cry in n
very childish and enjoyable fashion.
She was interrupted by knock at
the door. Such an event was practical
ly unprecedented. In her surprise Jane
forgot all about the worries of n litera-
ry life and the Inconvenience of going
crazy. She jumped up from the rug
and ran to the looking glass, where she
performed those feats of prestidigita-
tion common to her sex under such cir
cumstances. Then she opened the door
and beheld slender and graceful
young man. bright eyed and magnetic.
He was dressed with elegance and good
taste, and his manner appealed at once
to Jane, who had an especial liking for
earnest. hearty. energetic people.
II beg your pardon" said he. MAY
venture to present my card and ask
| for just one minute of your time?"
Wont you come in, Mr.. Norton?"
said the girl, glancing at the card. 81
am Jane Lestrell."
He saluted the mention of her name
very gracefully as he stepped into the
! room.
This is an attempt" said he, "to
make a right Of two wrongs. The
! books say that that can't be done, but
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