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THE OTHER WAY
- By John A. Phelps..
-(.Copyright .by 'W. G. Chapman.)
Lettie's voice rose high and clear
above tthe 'accompaniment "that she
played upon,, the cracked old piano.
When' iiettf e, sang, she lost, herself in
the ectasy'of the melody. It was a
song fr6m""Rigoletto;'; but she did
not know that; she" ,hai.(found the
music among a miscellany-left by the
last summer boarder.
"Drat that girlV' exclaimed Mrs.
French, setting. don. her $aris. She
"I'm Sorry, Mother."
emerged from" the. kitchen into the
parlor where Lettie sat. ,
"L wish you'd have'a'little consid
eration" for'the hoarders, Lettie," she
said querulously. "DidnL't you-know
Miss Latham's; gone -to her. room with
a siek headache? And, you . must
choose.'thisHime to screech like a sick
owl in the woods." " "
" Lettie; came back to earth with a
sigh. ,'Tm sorry, mother," she said
$nd turned from: 'the, piano. - Mrs..
French went back into her kitchen
1 Just then the parlor door opened
and Miss Latham entered. She was
dressed in, her peignoir; her hair,
hanging" loosely down her back, gave,
her a singularly youthful appearance.
Nobody would have guessed that this
was the famous singer of the. opera
house, who was proudly displayed
upon the billboards nightly during
the season, v
"Don't stop for me, Lettie," she
said. "Won't you sing that again?
Who taught you. to sing?"
"Oh, it just comes natural, I reck
on," said Lettie, with an embarrased
"But, my dear, thatjwas wonder
ful. Don't you know that you have
a remarkable voice?" Miss' Latham
asked. "If that were trained you
might have a great future before
Lettie left the piano stooL "You
mean that I might get to sing at con
certs?" she asked breathlessly. "Do
you really think I ever could?"
L "0, Lettie anybody can sing at con
certs: I mean something really big.
Wouldn't you like to?"
"Oh, wouldn't I!" exclaimed the
girl, 'Clasping her hands. This had
been her vision since her earliest
years; as though Temembering some
previous existence, she saw the
lights, the audience, tshe smelled the
perfume from wdmen's dresses, and
saw the jewels upon their, necks as'
they bent forward to listen. And she
was singing to them with ,all the joy
of youth, pouring- forth her beautiful
soprana voice in, sheer exuberance
and as naturally as. a bird.
"Would you. like .me. to speak to
a friend of mine in 'the city?" .Miss
Latham asked. "When I go back, I
mean. Something might, come of it,
you know. Of course you wt)uld have
to mention the matter to your moth-,
Lettie sighed. Yes, there would be
the trouble. Her mother and Wil
liam: What wouHlxe-say,?, She felt;