The Tupelo journal., 1910-01-21

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other voice answered him at once in
the same tongue. Margaret started
slightly and bent her brows with a
puzzled and d%ispleased look.
rs that your teacher?" she asked
with more interest in her tone than
she had yet betrayed.
Yes
81 begin to understand. Do you
mind telling me how old she is?"
Its not 'she,' it's a young man.
don't know how old he is. I'll ask
him if you like"
Again she heard him speak a few
incomprehensible words, which were
answered very briefly in the same
tongue.
"He tells me he is 20" Logotheti
said. He's a good-looking young fell
low. How is Mrs. Rushmore? l for
got to ask"
She's quite well, thank you. But i
should like to know"
"Will you be so very kind as to re-
member me to her, and to say that !
hope to find her at home the day after
tomorrow"
Certainly. Come tomorrow if you
like. But please tell me how you hap
pened to pick up that young Tartar.
1t sounds so interesting! He has such
a sweet voice."
There was no reply to this ques-
ton, and Margaret could not get an
other word from Logotheti. The com
munication was apparently cut off.
She rang up the central office and
asked for his number again, but the
young woman soon said that she could
get no answer to the call, and that
something was probably wrong with
the instrument of number one-hundred-
and-siX-thirty-seven.
Margaret was not pleased, and she
was silent and absent-minded at din
ner and in the evening.
ITS the reaction after London" she
said with a smile, when Mrs. Rush
more asked if anything was the mat
ter. 81 find l am more tired than |
knew, now that it's all over"
Mrs. Rushmore was quite of the
same opinion, and it was still early
when she declared that she herself
was sleepy and that Margaret had much
better go to bed and get a good nights
rest.
But when the prima donna was sit
was brushing out her soft brown hair,
she was not at all drowsy, and though
her eyes looked steadily at their own
reflection in the mirror, she was not
aware that she saw anything.
Potts" she said suddenly, and
stopped.
Yes, ma'am?" answered the maid
with meek interrogation, and without
checking the regular movement of the
big brush.
Potts" she began again, you are
not very imaginative, are you?"
NO, ma'am," the maid answered,
because it seemed to be expected of
her, though she had never thought of
the matter.
DO you think you could possibly
be mistaken about a voice, if you
didn't see the person who was speak
ing?"
I'm what way, maam?"
81 mean, do you think you could
take a mans voice for a woman's at
a d~istance?"
"Oh, l see!" Potts exclaimed. LAS
it might be, at the telephone?"
"Well-at the telephone, if you like,
or anywhere else. Do you think you
might"
1T would depend on the voice,
ma'am," observed Potts, with caution.
"Of course it would" assented Mar
garet rather impatiently.
Well, ma'am, I'll say this, since you
ask me. When | was last at home l
was mistaken in that way about my
W brother, for l heard him calling
to me from downstairs, and l took him
for my sister Milly."
"Oh! That's interesting.!" Marga-
ret smiled. what sort of voice has
your brother? How old is he?"
He's eight-and-twenty, ma'am; and
as for his voice, he has a sweet coun-
ter tenor, and sings nicely. He's a
song-man at the cathedral, ma'am."
Really! How nice! Have you a
voice, too? Do you sing at all?"
ooh, no, ma'am!" answered Potts in
a ~deprecating tone. Zone in the fam
lily is quite enough"
Margaret vaguely wondered why, but
did not inquire.
you are quite sure that it was
your brother who was speaking, / sup
pose." she said.
ooh, yes, ma'am! / looked down
over the banisters, and there he was!"
Margaret had the solid health of a
great singer, and it would have been
a serious trouble indeed that could
have interfered with her unbroken
and dreamless sleep during at least
eight hours; but when she closed her
eyes that night she raj quite sure
that she could not have slept at all
but for Potts comforting little story
about the brother with the counter
tenor" voice. Yet even SO, at the mo-
ment before waking in the morning,
she dreamt that she was at the tele-
phone again, and that words in a
strange language came to her along
the wire in a soft and ~caressing tone
that could only be a woman's, and
that for the first time in all her life
she knew what it was to be Jealous.
The sensation al not an agreeable
one.
The dream-voice was silent as soon
as she opened her eyes, but she had