importance and concern to me.''

Sanders came across the room and
stood beside the desk.

``Briefly as possible, I am much
exercised about my daughter.''

The old man moved up a chair and
buried himself in it. Pressing his elbows
tightly against his sides, he drew
his neck in, and with the tips of his
right hand fingers consorted and
coquetted with their like on the opposite
hand; then he simply asked, ``Who is
the man?''

``He is the violinist who has created
such a sensation here, Angelo Diotti.''

``Yes, I've seen the name in print,''
returned the old man.

``He has bewitched Mildred. I never
have seen her show the least interest in
a man before. She never has appeared
to me as an impressionable girl or one
that could easily be won.''

``That is very true,'' ejaculated