Daily Arizona silver belt., 1908-03-17
The girl sat down. hunting yainly for

rid man this afternoon 1 didn't have any voice of any kind It wabbled, avoided the tune--did everything--a and finally died away in an asthmatic gasp" She found the handkerchief, | and 1t proved to be too small for the demand. suspicious limpness indicat. hg that 1t had previously seen much ] service.
 ! "Ma pauvre petite:" The professor gazed at her perplexedly. "I1l make a cup of strongest tea. bitter as the English and the Americans could wish for. While we drink 1t and eat some crackers and can Of the .tiniest sar. l dimes that, 1 have In the back of the music case you can tell me your de. pression."
 He put the kettle on the alcohol ] lamp and drew the piano bench in front of the fireplace. spreading a sheet of music for table cover. The gir, dried her eyes fnrtlvely. and after the outdoor chill her nerves slowly relax. ed by the comforting gas log. She watched him with the amused t0ler.
 
 keeping, and when he brought the "Tannhauscr" score to put under the teapot she forgot her woe long enough for faint smile. which the professor quickly observed
 "Ah. you are feeling better even now, and when you have eaten six of the little fish and two of the crackers and ask for a second cup of this well cook cd tea you may tell mo your story" He arranged three of the prescribed little fish on q cracker and deftly squeezed some lemon juice over them
 'I belieye,I am equal to three more," she said. selecting an unbroken crack. CT from the box and holding 1t while he anglcd for the sardincs And now I must tell you what a failure made When my voice stopped with that asth- matic gasp. l never was so surprised In my life. I told him didn't know what was the natter-l'd never had sucs an attack before. He said he had often had candidates for positions in the choir get SD nervous they couldn't sing at first and for me to rest few minutes aud try again.
 But l thought how hard had tried for hat position as so'oist and how hard l had studied with you for the last six months. when the people at home had scrimpcd and saved to keep me here in the city, and don't know how lost my grip but great biz tears commenced running down my cheeks. not nice ladylike tears. hut the great low and that real ladylikc handker. chief will not soak up"
 She had hung the ladyllke handker- chief before the fire to dry. and the biz blond professor. who looked more like Morse sea king than French a twinkle in his eye.
 Perhaps you might find spot slightly dry" he suggest l.
 "It'S s-silly Of me to start off this way again The director told me ts come again next week and he would hear mo that if could sing in half the whole souled way | cried ought to make good. You ought to he asham- cd to laugh at me" rcproachfully. I'll never have the courage to go again, and I'll always be afraid to sing in public now. My voice might act that way again. and I wanted so to make my living by singing"
 He leaned toward her and spoke ear. Rostly.
 You must go again, mademoiseIle. In my country we always drive horse back and make him look at the object that has given him the fright. It is SO with this nervous terror of yours, pe- tlte. It will grow larger day by day until you will be so sensitive you can not do the solos in the church or the concert Will you try it again next week."
 'I feel that I couldn't-pOsitively couldn't" she gasped. trembling at the thought of a second fiasco.
 The professor got his hat and coat to walk down the street with her to her boarding house.
 ''I go with you next week, mademoi- selle. I play your accompaniment for you. You must forget yourself, and when he hears you sing the place as soloist at St. Johns is yours for the accepting Monsieur the director will implore you to accept"
 The next week an elatcd girl entered the professors studio She was not alene. The professor himself threw l the roll of music on the piano, with A little whoop of enthusiasm.
 Never have you sung so well, and do you not feel glad that'the horse that baked was led back to try again"
 '1 don't mind being called horse a bit, I'm SO happy" she exclaimed. You couldn't offend me even if you called me donkey And it's you-you who have done 1t all. I found out yesterday that you have been teaching l me for practically nothing when your other pupils arc paying outrageous prices It was good-so good--of you," and she held out her hands impulsively. f
 The professor took them in his. and ! the blueness of his eyes sparkled into hers
 "It was not goodness, petite-it was happiness"
 He led her to the chair by the Are place and stood looking down at her.
 'I have been here so long. petite, In i a country where have not the home feeling There are five years that l have taught at first to few. then to many, much; yet. petite, have not the home feeling. And your voice loved 1 Asst, and then you. l wanted to make 1