Somehow ns he sang he looked at, the fair-haired girl. Sho was leaning forward with her pretty hands clasped together, and the star trembling with its own radiancy of colour. She had tears in her e y eß _yef>, real tcare. No one had ever wept at any of his songs before. A thrill passed through him. The etage Boemed going—the house seemed strangely empty. The primci donna, holding her lace hand kerchief at a safe distance from her eyes and complexion, knelt unheeded at his feet). The girl alona looked at him with her dewy eyes. As the laefc note died away there was a momentary pause. Then ' arose the British roar of dull appreciation.' How ho suddenly hated this stamping of feeb, this unmusical uproar of voices, with the occasional stamping of soma country umbrella, grasped by sinewy hands. The girl did nob move. You underetand that to her it had been real ! Very soon after that the curtain fell. They insisted on his coming before it, and he came, with a curious feeling that she was waiting for him. When he bent his head, he seemed thank ing them for thanking him. The girl had a little flush of colour on her face when he gaw her last, and someone was holding a eofti, white cloak around her. That was tho end of the first evening. He know he had made his greatest success ; but he felt so sad he could have cried. In stead, he lighted a cigarette, and smiled a little ; but his hands trembled, and he felt he hated those who gathered round him with their congratulations.
