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sing beyond the preparation for the solo proper, then the solo proper is of no use to me-"
 Again receiving summonskto ap- pear before one of these tribunals Miss Marcella started forth to the place of torture. When she arrived there, she found several young women with whom she had previously composed. Greeting each other cordially. Miss Marcella remarked affably: This is a pleasure. Meeting so often at these hearings, it seems almost like a family reunion.
 "The whole business is such a farce, remarked one "It resembles a social gathering, and really the thought of 1 composition in the strict sense is lost sight of
 It proved to be a very enjoyable af- ternoon. Conversation was brish, and each contributed her anecdote relative to the business on hand,
 Said sine of the genial face and man. ner: "Such, odd experiences one en- counters at these affairs The stran- gest ever had, was when at 0 hearing saw several persons in the gallery of the church, holding in their hands and levelledA straight at me, to try my con- sternation, opera glasses!"
 Did you respond to an encore" asked Miss Marcella, Tor simply bow to the audience in the dress circle?"
 After the laugh had subsided, the quiet little woman in the corner said:
 T heard they are changing at the Bif- linton Place church"
 "Oh!" said Miss Marcella, they change every year, just for variety, and the only recommendation necessary is for an applicant never to have been 1 seen Or heard of by any one there.'
 Then I possess the nectessary quali- fication." said the tall dark-eyed girl, flor I'm but stranger here; Oshkosh is my home.'
 T understand" said another, "that we are requested, to-day, not to sing, Save me, o God, for the Waters Have Come Into My Soul and, These are they which came out of great tribula- tion.'"
 Well" said Miss Marcella, both seem very appropriate"
 At several hearings last year." said the girl in brown, T heard those selec- tions very often. At one, there were about fifteen candidates-it was a final trial-and five sang Save me, three sang These are they, and the rest a miscellaneous collection"
 "Listenl girls" said one who had not spoken before, Whats he doing? He is. trying her on her reading! What is it?" Tt" was a hymn tune. Dear me- said she T hope he don't give me that to sing, I'm shy on reading Then" said Miss Marcella, "let us listen attentively to all who sing it, and we will become familiar with it.'' l "Oh! but he'll change it by the time my turn comes," said the excited young womn. s
 They all listened It was mournful and wandering melody Did you ever hear it before?" she asked anxiously.
 No" replied Miss Marcella, "and I devoutly hope I never may again.
 What tune do you suppose it is?" askbed the other, reaching out her hand for hymn book.
 q should suppose from my limited knowledge of diseases, said Miss Mar celia, lit might very likely be the tune which proved fatal to the elderly bo- vine"
 At that moment the door opened, and the chairman of the committee said, Who's next?" Miss Marcella said she was the next.
 Well, hurry up and get your music ready and get thaough with it" said he, gruffly.
 The organist asked: What selec- tions have you?" ] Come unto Him Q, Lord, be mer- cifu!' and "The Ninety and Nine re- piled Miss Marcella demurely. What shall I sing?"
 Which is the shortest?" he asked.
 "'Come unto Him. !" she replied. Well, sing half of it." said he.
 Very well" said Miss Marcella, "but it seems pity MT. Handel did not write just simple Amen to it; could have sung that in much less time" l When she returned to the ante-room, the conversation interrupted by Miss Marcella's exit was resumed.