She could not find words to express the emotions that had thrilled her during Mr.Southard's marvelous portrayal of the role.

His own personality was completely submerged in that of the melancholy ghost-ridden youth, who, dedicating his life to the purpose of avenging his father's murder, welcomed death with open arms when his purpose had been accomplished.

She had seen a great play and a great actor.

The first time she saw "Hamlet" she left the theatre heartsick and discouraged.

To-night she was leaving it alert and triumphant.
"Anne has been touched by the finger of Genius," smiled Miss Southard, as she marshaled her charges to their automobile.
"How did you know ?" asked Anne, but in spite of her smiling lips her brown eyes were full of tears.
"My dear, living with Everett has taught me the signs," said his sister simply.
"I should like to play Ophelia to Mr.Southard's Hamlet," said Anne dreamily.
"Perhaps you will have the chance to do so some day.