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Show ;tow In 'tiOotll VI ~be 'JL!gbt on tbe :Bitar COLONEL KENT had gone away on a short business trip and Allison was spending his evenings, which otherwise would have been lonely, at Madame Bernard's. After talking for a time with Aunt Francesca and Isabel, it seemed natural for him to take up his violin and suggest, if only by a half-humorous glance, that Rose should go to the piano. Sometimes they played for their own pleasure and sometimes worked for their own benefit. Neither Madame nor Isabel minded hearing the same thing a dozen times or more in the course of an evening, for, as Madame said, with a twinkle in her blue eyes, it made "a pleasant noise," and Isabel did not trouble herself to listen. Both Rose and Allison were among the for· tunate ones who fmd joy in work. Rose was so keenly interested in her music that she took no count of the hours spent at the piano, and Allison fully appreciated her. It had been itbe :Ltgbt on tbe Bitar a most pleasant surprise for him to find a good accompanist so near home. The discouraging emptiness of life had myste· riously vanished for Rose. Her restlessness disappeared as though by magic and her in· definite hunger had been, in some way, ap· peased. She had unconsciously emerged from one state into another, as the tiny dwellers of the sea cast off their shells. She had a sense of freedom and a large vision, as of dissonances resolved into harmony. Clothes, also, which, as Madame had said, are 11Supposed to please and satisfy women,'' had taken to themselves a new significance. Rose had made herself take heed of her clothes, but she had never had much real interest. Now she was glad of the time she had spent in planning her gowns, merely with a view to pleasing Aunt Francesca. To-night, she wore a clinging gown of deep green velvet, with a spray of green leaves in her hair. Her only ornament was a pin of jade, in an Oriental setting. Allison looked at her admiringly. "There's something about you," he said, "that I don't know just how to express. I have no words for it, but, in some way, you seem to live up to your name." H How so?" Rose asked, demurely. "Well, I 've never seen you wear anything that a rose might not wear. I've seen you in 77 'Onfo(Mng of !he "'" |