He stopped at: last, and the child looked at him with earnest eyes. “Some day,” she said gravely, “I will bo a great singer, and you "shall come and hear me sine l in St. James’ Hall.”

The music master started as if from a dream, and the flush died out of his face. The old sarcastic expression re turned to it, and he smiled faintly. “Ah!” ho said. “I thought that,"too —once.”

He up and walked round flic table. IV hen he came to the piano stool again, lie stood still and glanced across at the girl. She was still watch ing him, and her face looked sad. Something like compunction seized him. This child, though he got hard words instead of money for her lessons, was the only being on earth who could truly be called his pupil. He laid his hand on her shoulder.
/'Never mind what I said,” he began Kindly. Aon shall be a great singer, Sarah, some day, and I ”

Ho did not say what he would be * * 4- * * *

Several years had gone by. and still the ugly house stood in the dull street and the sparrows chattered on the foncp, Tho Rina]l town had urown n trifle larger, but it looked much tho siamo in other respects; and still the little music master trudged about with Ins black leather case.' He was a shade greyer, and thinner, and more tired-looking; that was all. But the grocer sltop round the corner knew "Mrs Watts’ Sarah” no more.
