song bubbles from within.

A ripple of surprised comment swept the audience and burst into
vigorous applause at the close of her song.

She looked into Stuart's face and smiled sweetly.

"Isn't she glorious!" he cried, turning his flushed face toward Nan.

"Fine," was the quiet answer, "but please, Jim, don't climb over the
rail and try to get on the stage."

Stuart settled back in his seat with a resolution to be more careful.
But in a few moments his resolution was forgotten. From start to finish
Harriet received a continuous ovation. In the great songs of the last
act her voice swelled into a climax of thrilling spiritual power. The
audience rose in their seats and greeted her with such a tribute of
enthusiasm New York had rarely seen. Wave after wave of applause swept
the house. Her fellow-singers were compelled to lead her out a
half-dozen times before the tumult ceased.

The manager, in ecstasies, fell on his knees, and kisses the tips of
her fingers.

When Stuart had fought his way through the crowd and reached the stage,
he found her alone with her father in her room. Her head was resting on
his breast and he was stroking the fair young forehead with tender
caressing touch. His eyes were dim with tears and his voice could find
no words.

He turned away from the scene and left them alone for a few moments.

He found Nan and asked her to wait for him at the stage door in her
automobile until he could give Harriet his congratulations.

She consented with a frown, and begged him to hurry.

He heard the muffled throb of the big limousine draw up at the stage
door as he made his way to Harriet's room. Her father was still there
and a crowd of musicians, singers, and critics were waiting in a group
outside to offer their congratulations.

She was holding them back until his arrival.

When Stuart entered she dropped her father's hand, started toward him
with her lips parted in a joyous smile and extended both hands.

Instead of taking them he slipped his arm about her slender waist, drew
her quickly to his heart and kissed her. The girl's extended white arms
by an instinctive impulse found their way around his neck, and her head
sank on his breast.

"My glorious little pal!" he whispered, his voice choking with emotion.
"I'm the proudest man in the world to-night."

"It's all your work Jim," she said simply. "You suggested and willed it
and I've made good under your inspiration. I'd rather see the ha