to MR. BROOK, tment at Ryder College,    fetting Madame Zilensky on ty. tself fortuion ook on y of finding a able place    to t to tment house where he himself lived.

        No one ibridge ures in musical journals, and oen to    ticity of a certain Buxte. Also, tled t so join ty, tters on practical affairs. Se in a clear, square    of tters    t tained an occasional refereo objects and persons altogeto Mr. Brook, suc;t in Lisbon" or "poor ; t doo tting    of Europe.

        Mr. Brook el person; years of Mozart mis, of explanations about diminisriads, al patience. For t part,    to tees. Years before,    o gang toget of t at t moment and took a solitary trip to Peru. ricities olerant of ties of oten, uation, tle iickle, wiffened    in his gray eyes.

        Mr. Brook met Madame Zilensky at tbridge station a er. antly. Sall, straige    ract t made Mr. Brook dra and stand nervously undoing e of    and a broken-do -- sen and six, all blond, blank-eyed, aiful. turned out later to be t.

        t tation. ts, t of tten in tation at Springfield    is t of t    o ao a taxi,    t difficulties    Madame Zilensky suddenly tried to scramble over    out of the door.

        "My God!" s;I left my -- ick-tick-tick --"

        "Your c; asked Mr. Brook.

        "O; sly. "You knoick-tick-tick," and so side, pendulum fashion.

        "tick-tick," said Mr. Brook, putting o ;Could you possibly mean a metronome?"

        "Yes! Yes! I t    it trains."

        Mr. Brook mao quiet ry, t     day. But at time o admit to    t tronome    luggage to sider.

        to t door, and on t. t coget. Among te-sounding family Esperanto made up of Russian, Frengely silent. It    any o made Mr. Brook uneasy. t little is. For example, somet t roubled    t ted it single file oood in t go inside. Anoto make no effort to get settled or to furnisable and some beds. t door    open day and nigo take on a queer, bleak look like t of a place abandoned for years.

        to be satisfied augence. S if some Mary O    up ti trills. S udio a four dazed students to playing Bacoget t came from ment raordinary, but Madame Zilensky did not seem to     get over a musical idea, t ter. At nigo sleep; no matter ime of nigo look out of ting-room    in udio     because of any professional sideration t Mr. Brook became so dubious.

        It e October    time t sometakably    of an Afri safari ser in ternoon sopped in at ood ratractly in the doorway.

        Mr. Brook looked up from ;Is t?"

        "No, t; said Madame Zilensky. Siful, sombre voice. "I    ronome. Do you t I mig it    Frenc;

        "; asked Mr. Brook.

        " Frenco," she answered.

        "Frenc; Mr. Brook said mildly. ried to imagiered o ;t;

        "But no," said Madame Zilensky ;t;

        Mr. Brook    presce.    instincts ill,    for order,    ;And t;

        Madame Zilensky put o t, cropped s s ansly, "Boris is of a Pole w;

        "And Sigmund?" ack of corrected papers, t papero side. At last s;e ;

        "; said Mr. Brook. "to do t."

        Madame Zilensky ans;ryman."

        Mr. Brook really did not care oimes and    t tion    botood. t look at all like Madame Zilensky, but tly like eac fat tonishing.

        But Madame Zilensky . S and turned away.

        "t is exactly ," s;C Frenc;
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