went down to dance. The remaining couples had loving eyes for each other only. Vioky sat and listened to the music. The strong, primitive sounds blared forth in the small room. The rhythm throbbed within her body; she felt rather than heard the music. It was an intense beat; it coursed through her veins tumultuously. The music was for two it was too fervent to be borne in loneliness,

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Vicky slipped away into the dark stillness of the night streets, her head and heart pounding still with the wild rhythm. She began walking up the boulevard towards the Observatoire. There by the fountain she loved she oculd regain her usual calm. The fountain shown dry and naked in the cold light of the Paris night. The horses reared up from the empty basin. They glittered, wet from the afternoon's rainfall. A shadow moved by the fountain. Vicky started, and then relaxed with a smile. It was the girl who walked alone « She greeted Vicky, speaking in a beautiful French. Yet she too was American. They spoke of Paris, and of the coming Spring; they spoke little, yet each knew she had found understanding. Neither would ever again walk alone in the night. The streets of Paris had brought them together; and together they would come to know the heart of their city.

They walked arm in arm down the Boulevard Raspail. The gas lights hissed softly, the breeze brought to their ears far-off sounds of laughter and gaiety. Faintly they heard soft strains of jazz, footsteps around a dark corner, lonely whistling in the night. The breeze carried a breath of warmth. Paris on the eve of Spring, and of Love.

QUOTATIONS FROM THE IMMORTALS

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It seems to be a universal fact that minorities pecially when the inviduals composing them can be recognized by physical characteristics are treated by the majorities among whom they live as an inferior order of beings. The tragedy of such a fate lies not merely in the unfair treatment to which these minorities are automatically subjected in social and economic matters,