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"In opera? No, I haven't sung
in years till that day. I guess I
have been too busy at the foam to
sing. Is that why you came?"
They had found a singer, who
had not found himself. They led
him to talk.
"When I was a boy I used to
sing in Sunday school. A 'big
fellow from a church choir once
told me that I would beta great
singer some, day; that I had a
voice to be envied. But I never
'tried. When I got grown I fol
lowed the boys. I've been here
before after a whiz and that
day was the first time I ever sang
like a man. The sky-guide some
how got on my nerves and made
me forget. I have been in this
time fifty-five days. Just got five
now. I'm glad, too, for I'll never
be back. Worst time I could have
The siiiger paused and swal
"Wife's sick God's best little
woman; little girl my one best
bet she's got diphtheria. I got
to thinking when the fellow said
I was not bad, and when he start
ed the old song I had to sing
till you saw me. I've got a good
voice? Do you know if it might
He stopped and turned back to
the little window. He looked up
through the bars to the sky and
his face regained some of that
soul-light it had when he sang.
tThen he faced about.
"If my baby can live "
They stopped him before he
could make his pledge.
pne who seemed to know. "The
mayor will pardon you this after
noon. Sing the sick ones back to
health, then come to me some
day. I will tell you something
The big tenor's face stared
wonderingly into the future.
They shook hands with him
and passed down the corridors.
No one spoke. But as they near
ed the end of the cell rows they
heard a song following, passing,
leading thein. It seemed on its
way to the former derelict home.
And as they passed out the
groaning gates the silvery tenor
notes bore them the beatitude.
"Bless'd be the tie that binds."
Core and part tart apples.
Stew whole with as little Water
as possible till tender. They
should be unbroken. Line the
edges of a baking dish with thin
pie paste. Fill center of the dish
with the apples, in the middle of
each dropping a little orange or
other marmalade. Cover the top.
with a lattice of pastry strips
and bake quickly till bjown.
Harold had just interviewed his
prospective father-in-law, and his
musings were brought to an ab
rupt ending when his fiancee sud
denly came into the room. "I
hope you were polite to father, '
dear." "Indeed I was. I treated
him as if he were a king." "You
never called him 'Your Ma
jesty?' " "No-o ; but I backed out
"You will he out tonight," saidJLoi