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which, indeed, was largely guesawork on
his part.
a high forehead and Il mouth and
chin OF pstriarchai mold gave an air
OF csste to an otherwise sweetly pretty
face
by Jove." whispered the critic. III
she sings as well as she Iooks nay be
mistaken.
Her first song was Goring Thomas
"A Summer Night" Instantly It was
perceptib.e that her voice was true,
the outpouring OF q soul In volume IL
was In no way remarkable but its
melodious cadence was fresh, innocent,
! virginia. Tho notes were those OF
Joyous bird
AnSou, biased by other sentiments,
thought no had never heard her equal.
but his friend, after Joining in his Wig
| accurate Judgment
| Tho old story he growled "a fine
artist retarded, perhaps spoiled, by the
need To make too early an appearance.
| She wants a year IN Milan. another
wear with Randegger or Leonl. and
| she might. If ali went well, become a
| star
| His hearer ohafed nwardiy, but only
hazanded the opinion that she was al
ready singer of rare intensity, while,
| as for appearance &C.,
"Ah, there you are right" was the
ready reioinder ''The Gaiety IL her
| right place. She would be admirable in
| light opera"
The conversation languished. The
suggestion that Miss Atherley was best
fitted for the Stage was dispIeasing TO
| Philippe scarce knew why
The girl was given a hearty encore,
| and her next song was a simple. hu-
morous little ballad about a miller and
a maid. II was charmugly sung and
acted, The critic leaned back Ia his
chair and smiled at Philip with the in
dulgent air of the man who says;
Il told you So"
Soon Philip arose TO go
Good heavens, man, you 90 not in
tend 20 leave before Jowkacy plays the
suite in F minor" gueried his amazed
| acquaintance,
Sorry. / have an cement"
He quilted the hall, his tall figure
| riVeting o good many eyes as he made
his way toward an exit. One man,
watching him from the gallery, smiled
cynically and arose at the same time.
Philip found the foyer to be practi.
cally deserted, He asked a policeman
on duty to call Mr. Anson's car
riage from the ranks. and footman
| came. quickly running lest he had in
| CURED reprimand for not being on
the lookout for his master at the en-.
| trance.
| In a very little time Miss Atherley
appeared, and with her handsome, ell
derby lady, who was quite obviously her
/ mother The girl was radiant. She
never expected a cordial reception from
a high class audience, such as gathered
to worship the violinist
! Mother. dear" she cried, this is Mr..
Arson. who very kindly came to my
| assistance when Il cRbmau gave me
some trouble last night"
Mrs Atherley gave him a pleasant
greeting, but turned to her daughter.
why didn't you tell me Of any dis.
! pute when you returned home? You
know how nervous l am when you are
out at night"
The girl laughed merriiy.
you have answered your own qucs-
ton. carissima, THAT is precisely why
l did not tell you"
Miss Atherley was good enough TO
permit me to meet YOU here after the
| concert" put in Philip 80 that | might
add my assurances TO her own that the
afrair was of no consequence. IT is early
vet. VIII you come with me for some
supper, and thus give me a chance OF
telling you how much | enjoyed your
daughters singing
Wise Philip. 10 pay court TO the
mother
Mrs. Atherley. ia no way deceived
yet grauhed by tho Difference shown
10 her, gave the girl questioning
glance.
oh do let US 60. mamma I am
fsmished, candIdly admit r. Mr. An
son. ! have subsisted since luncheon
without morsel.
I'VE viii be delighted began the
older lady. but her attention was az.
tracted by the footman holding open
the door Of tho carriage
as that carriage yours" she said
TO Philip
yes
Where do we sup9"
AT the Savoy
She flushed slightly.
Not the savoy" she faltered
Why not, motherT'' cried the girl.
spiritedly ''Mr Arson, my mother does
Z not care 10 meet associates cf-ot other