He remembered the pale little girl in the prison--this was not Mary--but she had the voice and the spirit of Mary---- Then the song stopped! The singer went away--the white light went with her and the yellow glare of lamps came back.

He heard the passionate applause--he saw Mary reappear and bow, a sad smile on her face--a smile which he alone could understand--her heart was full of pity for him.
Then once more she withdrew, and staggering like one suffering from vertigo--the eagle-hearted youth went out of the hall and down the polished stairway like an outcast soul, descending from paradise into hell.
That radiant singer was not for such as Black Mose..