one you love and who loves you,'' came
from Sanders.

``To the one I love and who loves me,
God bless her!'' fervently cried the guest.

``Is she a Tuscan?'' asked old Sanders slyly.

``She is an angel!'' impetuously answered
the violinist.

``Then she is an American!'' said the
old man gallantly.

``She is an American,'' repeated
Diotti, forgetting himself for the instant.

``Let me see if I can guess her
name,'' said old Sanders. ``It's--it's
Mildred Wallace!'' and his manner
suggested a child solving a riddle.

The violinist, about to speak, checked
himself and remained silent.

``I sincerely pity Mildred if ever she
falls in love,'' abstractedly continued
the host while filling another glass.

``Pray why?'' was anxiously asked.