through the workhouse looking
for the man "who sang tenor at
the song service." He was not
found. The result was the same
as when, immediately following
the song, they had rushed to the
superintendent to know the sing
er's narne. He himselfhad not
located the voice ana did not
know. They went among the
prisoners and asked. No one
seemed to know.
A singer like that unknown? A
voice that a .critic had admiringty
asserted would rival a Caruso,
was in the workhouse, latent, un
requited and tjmid-beypnd meas
Could it.be. that a famous
The critic who had "discover
ed, a voice" would not be satisfied.
He' imagined a beautiful mystery
in "the singer's reticence. That he
was a prisoner was certain, tie
had been seen. And he bore the
prisoner's lahd, although groom
ed.for his day Df rest. Every man,
"at his work and in the cells had'
been questioned. The singer had,
somewhere among them, answer
ed, "1 do not know him."
Then happy thought he
could not be identified because he
was grimy anjd soiled. He might
be located another Sunday, when
he-essayed cleanliness. A finger
like that must be cleanly.
,. So they looked again at prison
er after prisoner and Into cell
after cell. In the last celtbut one
a man was reading. They were
walking noislessly and he did not
see them. It was a song book he
held.v Then he looked up quietly j
slipping the book, back-up, on the
DunK. ne arose ana turnea to
the narrow window's bars. Some
one called to him. Apparently he)
did not hear. They called again.
How they wished they had beent,
able to use his name. But how,
could they know it? -
"Step this way you at the
window we wa,nt tospeak tot
xHe started, as if undecided.
They tfnew he" hearoV "Then very,
very slowly and. timidly he came
to them". - ' v
It was the tenor.., -
"Wha,t inore do 'you want?'
It was not like the voice, they
had anticipated It was gruff and
affected- There, wasan inflection
of distrust. T'he face had passed
out of that .beauty It possessed
when-he sang. It was marked by
inebriety. "Yet withal', the exter
nal viciousness was pierced, hy in-
nentea., toucnes or rennement
fromheneath. . .
"Where did yotLget that, voice
' that tenor?" o'ne asked abrupt-
"Oh, I though you had another
warrant for me-when I get out.
Is that all you want? Honest?"
"We have no warrant for you.
We do not know anything about .
you. But we want to know about
yourself; about that voice. We've ,
come to help you. v That tenor has ;
np place in a workhouse."
j "So that's why you watched
me? I didn't know. I asked the
boys not to let you find me."
"It's that voice that voice.
Tell us, did you ever sins: in
opera?" a critic put in.
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