Day after day he came; they told their
love, their hopes, their ambitions. She
assumed absolute proprietorship in him.
She gloried in her possession.

He was born into the world, nurtured
in infancy, trained in childhood and
matured into manhood, for one express
purpose--to be hers alone. Her
ownership ranged from absolute despotism
to humble slavery, and he was happy
through it all.

One day she said: ``Angelo, is it your purpose
to follow your profession always?''

``Necessarily, it is my livelihood,'' he replied.

``But do you not think that after we
stand at the altar, we never should be
separated?''

``We will be together always,'' said
he, holding her face between his palms,
and looking with tender expression into
her inquiring eyes.

``But I notice that women cluster
around you after your concerts--and
shake your hand longer than they