and, to many of us, even  tion over t as pure and beautiful an artistic experience and exalted as far beyond doubt as ture of any academic big-ristan, or tasy of a conductor over t t?

    Maria too appeared to love tiful Pablo extremely.

    quot;ainly is a beauty,quot; said I. quot;I like oo. But tell me, Maria, iresome old fello play a saxop sing any Englis;

    quot;Dont talk so ; s;It is quite natural. I like you too. You, too,  you t endears you and marks you out. I  . One oug to talk of t ted for. Listen,  you like me. You  tells me: You please eful to you for being pretty. t gives me great, great pleasure. And ts just te t pleases me, t  little of me and conferred a favor.quot;

    Again o find my arm still about iful, beautiful flower.

    And tiful florange to say, continued to be nonet t inued to stand in front of o  of Erica intervened—my distant, angry love, my poor friend. Sty t so blooming; and srained, and not so rictle arts of making love. Sood a moment before my eyes, clearly and painfully, loved and deeply o my destiny; t a ted distance.

    And so in tender beauty of t many pictures of my life rose before me  toucy. For moments toget stood still beternal stars and constellations. My cender transfiguration like a distant glimpse over mountains into tany of my friends as clear as trumpets; ted by me  sea floer, o oo, appeared. I augrife and resignation. In spite of all tcomings of our life, my confidence in ouco t against me and deserted me