The Mena weekly star., 1920-04-01

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 ring dozen half-naked boat-boys Their torsos were still glistening in the moonlieht from the sweat of their labor They all seemed dull of face but mighty of muscle. None, not one of Trevor's people was in sight--a very surprising fact, for. the African loves gossip with the stranger with in his walls.
 There was quite long silence then came the muffied tones of the phono- graph. rising bell-llke through the night In n climbing aria from Faust" Suddenly the sound wayered, sweryed and fell to a wrangling of frightened notes cs though some one had swept the instrument from its balance. A second later .here was the thud of a hedvy boot on wood, Trevor's door new open and the still wailing phono- ETaf1h was hurled as from a catapult nfteen feet through the air It fell to the hard-beaten ground of the patio with q terrific splintering crash, rolled over on one side and was still. An drea's eyes had been watching 1t, fns- cinated: now they swerved and stop ped almost with a click of the sudden fy arrested muscles.
 Between her and the door of Ire vor's hut stood the towering figure of man in quarter profile. She could see his great shock of bushy red hair, bit Of his shaggy beard, his enormous ly broad Shoulders and the white gleam of his two hands hanging almost at his knees. He was hatless and dressed h faded blue dungarees many sizes too small for his bulk.
 As she watched him he raised his arms in wide stlll gesture and began to sing At the first note, quite un- conscious of action, she let the door swing open and stepped out on the veranda. Ii was the aria from Faust" the same aria, but oh how different. The voice of this man was like a huge and gllttering serpent of sound that Hrlthed emoothly into the air. chal- ienEing the dome of heaven itself.
 fl there was one thing that Andrea knew better than another, it was the accurate valuation of every operatic voice that had sung in Europe during the last decade. She had been taken to Covent Garden regularly before she wfs out, as a matter of education, and no less regularly after her eighteenth birthday. as 6 matter of matrimonial business.
 She Knew instantly that this extra o<ainary apparition in the wilderness was nothing less than the solution of world mystery. He could be but one mon and that person whose tremen- doug triumph had been so short as to Ieaxo him with fame but without a name She was hearing the Great folce-~the voice of the star that had Ellqne for single night; resounded but once through the Scala set as swiftly as it had risen and disappeared forever, leaving behind no trace be- <ond Q memory so short that it had become a recollection almost unbeliev- able to the few that had heard it.
 Now her ears were filled with its music to the exclusion of thought or reason or consciousness of self. She bec4lfe nothing more than sentient eAnnneL The easy power of the Voice lifted t beyond the common standards of vocal classification and gave it the 4IlQ{4 and the terror of the superhu- m4n. Its tenuity seemed thing in- eaEporated apart, an actual substance Wlfh Reckoning arms and hands. It ofeW her slowly, steadily out into the Qulxefing moonlight. held her. lifted h4r f1ce with it toward the sky.
 Wlfh her breast rising and falling in aching Accompaniment to the mount m rhythm, cheeks pale. lips parted, e4es sfaring in vain pursuit of the in- ef<dtole flight of sound. she stood, a 1lIm fense figure for once made free q that domain that is beyond art, he zaRd genius and 4 called gu.s= simply,