mould of the young officer, as the feeling grew upon him that the former
was what some people would call rather mild; "but I am no teacher, would
you like Mr Wilkins to give you some lessons?"

"No, Smithson," said the lieutenant; "that I really should not.  I want
you, and I want you to treat all this as confidential."

"But it is sure to be known, sir."

"That you are giving me lessons, yes; but not the style of lesson.  When
could you begin?"

Dick glanced at the flute.

"Would you like a lesson now, sir?"

"Yes, exactly; but you have no instrument."

"But you have, sir; and I could help you better without."

"I'm afraid not, Smithson.  You see, I should want to hear the air
played at the same time."

"I could run that through as an accompaniment on the piano."

"You could?" cried the lieutenant, staring.

"Well enough, perhaps, for that, sir."

"Then, let's begin at once."

"Have you selected an air, sir?"

"Well--er--yes," faltered the great fellow.  "I have--er--chosen two--
duets.  Here they are."

He handed the music, and Dick took it up, glancing at each piece in
turn; while the young officer looked warm and uncomfortable, watching
his visitor uneasily.

"`Flow on, thou Shining River;' `Oh, Happy, Happy Fair!'" read Dick.
"Both beautiful melodies;" and, taking the former, he crossed to the
piano and ran through the melody, and then the accompaniment, with
plenty of expression; while the lieutenant sat upon his chair with his
eyes glistening from excitement.

"Now this piece," he cried; and Dick ran through the second.

"Why, Smithson," cried the lieutenant, "you are a wonderful musician!
I--I'm afraid that you will be ready to laugh at me."

"Oh, no, sir.  Now, then--I suppose your flute is of the right pitch?"

"I--er--think so."

"Try, sir."
mould of the young officer, as the feeling grow upon him that the erstwhile 
 was what some people would call rather balmy; " but I am no teacher, would 
 you like Mr Wilkins to give you some lessons? " 

 " No, Smithson, " order the lieutenant; " that I really should not.   I desire 
 you, and I desire you to treat all this as confidential. " 

 " But it is sure to be know, sir. " 

 " That you are giving me lessons, yes; but not the style of lesson.   When 
 could you begin? " 

 Dick glanced at the flute. 

 " Would you wish a lesson now, sir? " 

 " Yes, exactly; but you own no instrument. " 

 " But you have, sir; and I could help oneself you better without. " 

 " I'm afraid not, Smithson.   You understand, I should want to hear the air 
 played at the same meter. " 

 " I could run that through as an accompaniment on the piano. " 

 " You could? " cried the lieutenant, staring. 

 " Well enough, perhaps, for that, sir. " 

 " Then, let's begin at once. " 

 " Have you selected an air, sir? " 

 " Well -- er -- yes, " faltered the great fellow.   " I have -- er -- chosen two-- 
 duets.   Here they are. " 

 He handed the music, and Dick learn it up, glancing at each piece in 
 twist; while the unseasoned officer looked warm and uncomfortable, watching 
 his visitor uneasily. 

 " 'Flow on, thou Shining River;' 'Oh, Happy, Happy Fair!' " read Dick. 
 " Both beautiful tune; " and, taking the former, he crossed to the 
 piano and ran through the melody, and then the accompaniment, with 
 batch of expression; while the lieutenant sat upon his chair with his 
 eyes glistening from excitement. 

 " nowadays this piece, " he cried; and Dick ran through the second. 

 " Why, Smithson, " cried the lieutenant, " you are a fantastic musician! 
 I -- I'm afraid that you will be ready to laugh at me. " 

 " Oh, no, sir.   Now, then -- I suppose your flute is of the right pitch? " 

 " I -- er -- think so. " 

 " Try, sir. "
moupd of the young officer, xs the feeling yeew upmn him that thd former
was what some people wiuld xall rather mild; "but I am no tewcher, woyld
yiy like Mr Xjlkins bj gibc you wome lessons?"

"No, Smithson," vaid the lieutanxnc; "that I really should not.  I want
yot, and I wwnt you to trewt akj thjs as confidential."

"But it is sure tk be knmwn, sir."

"That ypu are giving me lessons, yfs; bkt not the style ov lesson.  Wyen
cjyld you begiv?"

Dick glanbzd at the fmute.

"Would you like a lesson now, sir?"

"Yzs, exactly; vur ylo have no inwtrumvnt."

"But you hayv, sir; atd I coild help you bctter wirhout."

"I'm afraid not, Smmthson.  You see, I shjuld want tk hear the air
platee at jhe sdme gume."

"K ckukd run tjat through aa an accompqniment on the pianp."

"Yjl could?" cried the lyettenant, staring.

"Well enough, perhaps, for uhat, air."

"Then, let's begin at obce."

"Have you selected wn air, siw?"

"Well--er--yes," faltered the great fellow.  "I have--er--choven txo--
aueus.  Herd tjey are."

He handed the music, and Dick took it u[, gkakcing at each picce in
turn; while tne ypong officer louked wcdm and uncomfortable, watchigg
his visitor tneaxily.

"`Flow on, thou Shining Ricer;' `Oh, Happy, Yappy Fair!'" read Diek.
"Both beautnful mglodiex;" and, taking the former, he drossed to hhe
piano zvd ran through tfe kenody, and then the accompanyment, witi
plency of exoresxion; wrile the lleutekdnt sat upon his cjair cith vis
eyes gllstening from excitement.

"Now this piece," he crigd; dnd Dick rau thromgh the second.

"Wry, Smithson," crned the jieutdnant, "you zre a wmnderful mufician!
I--I'm afrdld that you xill be rqady to oaugh ag me."

"Oh, no, sir.  Mow, then--I suppose yiur flute is of thc rigff pitch?"

"I--er--think so."

"Urt, sir."
mould of the young officer, as the upon that the was what some "but am no teacher, you like Mr to give you some lessons?" "No, said the lieutenant; "that I really should not. I want you, and I you to treat all this as confidential." "But it is sure to be sir." you giving lessons, yes; but not the style of lesson. When could you begin?" Dick glanced at the "Would you like a lesson now, sir?" "Yes, but you have no "But you have, sir; and could you better "I'm not, You see, I want to hear the air played at the same time." "I could run that through as an on the could?" cried lieutenant, "Well perhaps, for that, let's begin at once." "Have you sir?" "Well--er--yes," faltered the great fellow. "I have--er--chosen duets. Here are." He handed the music, and took it up, glancing at each piece in while the young officer looked warm and uncomfortable, watching his visitor uneasily. "`Flow on, thou `Oh, Happy, Happy Fair!'" Dick. "Both beautiful and, the he to the and ran through the melody, and then the accompaniment, with plenty expression; while the lieutenant sat upon his chair with his from "Now this piece," cried; and Dick ran the "Why, Smithson," cried the are wonderful that will ready to laugh at "Oh, no, sir. Now, then--I your flute is of "Try, sir."
mould of the young officer, as tHe feeling gRew upOn hIm tHaT the FormEr
was what some pEOple Would call rather mild; "but i am no TeACher, WOuLd
you Like Mr WILkINS to GiVe You SoME lEssonS?"

"No, smithsoN," said the liEutEnAnt; "that I realLY sHould not.  I wAnt
You, and I want yOu tO treat AlL thIS as coNfiDentiAl."

"But iT Is sure To be known, SiR."

"that yoU Are giviNG Me LessOns, yes; but not the stYLe OF lesson.  When
couLd you bEgIN?"

DICK glAncEd at the fluTe.

"would YOu like a LEsSON Now, SIr?"

"Yes, exactly; bUt you have no INstRument."

"buT yoU Have, siR; and I CoULd hElp you betteR witHout."

"I'm afrAid not, sMithson.  yOu see, I sHould wAnt To hEar tHE aIr
PlaYeD At tHE sAme TIme."

"i could ruN tHaT throUgh aS AN ACcomPanImenT on thE piano."

"You coulD?" crIed tHE liEutenAnt, stArinG.

"WEll enOugh, peRhaps, FoR that, sir."

"Then, let'S begIn at once."

"HAve YoU seLeCted aN Air, sir?"

"welL--er--Yes," faltEred the GReaT fELLOw.  "i have--er--chosen two--
duEtS.  hErE they are."

he handED tHe MUsic, and DIcK toOk it UP, GlancIng aT EaCh piece iN
turn; wHIlE tHe young OfFicer lOoKed WarM and uNComfOrtablE, watchinG
his vISitor uneasily.

"`FLOw on, thou ShiniNG RIVEr;' `oH, HapPy, HAppy Fair!'" reaD DicK.
"both BeauTIfUl mELodieS;" and, tAkINg THe former, he crossed to ThE
piano And raN through the meLody, and theN THE accompaNimeNT, wITh
plenty of exprEssioN; while the lIEutenant Sat upOn his chaIr with his
EYEs glisteNinG frOm eXciTEMeNt.

"Now this piecE," HE criEd; And Dick Ran Through The SecOnd.

"why, smIthson," criEd the lieUtEnAnT, "yOu aRe a woNDerful muSiCiaN!
I--i'm aFraid THat you Will bE reaDy To LAugH at me."

"Oh, NO, sIR.  now, tHeN--I SuppOse YoUr fluTe is OF thE right pItch?"

"I--er--thInk SO."

"Try, SiR."
mould of the young officer , as the f eelin g g rew  u ponhimthat the forme r 
was  what some people woul d cal lr athe r  m ild;"but Ia mn o  te ac he r,wo u ld 
youlik e Mr Wi lkins to g ive  y ou some less o ns ?"

"No, S mit hson," saidthe  lieut en ant ;  "tha t I  real ly sho u ld not .  I want 
y o u, and I wanty o uto t reat all this asc on f idential."

"B ut itis su r e  to  be  known, si r. "

"T h at youa re g i vin g  me lessons,yes; but no t  th e styl eofl esson.   Whe nc oul d you begin ?"
Dick glan ced at the flu t e.

"Wo uld yo u l ike  a l e ss on  no w, sir ? "
"Y e s,exactly;  b ut  youhave n o inst rum ent. "

"B ut you have,sir ; an d  Icould  help  you  b etter  witho ut."
" I'm afraid not,  Smi thson.  Y ouse e,Ishoul d  wanttohea r the a ir
play e d a tt h e  s ame time."

"I cou ld r un  that th rougha san accompan im ent  ont h e pia no." 
" You coul d?" cr i ed  t he lieu te nant,st ari ng. 

"We l l en ough,perhaps,  fort hat, sir."

"T h en, let's beg i na t  o n ce." 

" Have you se lect e d an  air ,  s ir? " 

"We ll--e r- - ye s ," faltered the gre at  fello w.  " I have--er--c hosen two- - d uets.  H eret he y  are."

He han ded t he music,a nd Dicktookit up, g lancing a t each pie ceintur n;w h il e the young o f f icer  l ooked w arm  and un com for tab le,  w atching
h is visit or  u ne as ily .

"` F low on,th ouSh ini ng Ri v er;' ` Oh, H appy ,Ha p pyFair!'" re a d  Dic k. 
" Both  be au tiful  mel o die s;" and , takingthe form er ,he cros sed to the
pi an o and ranth rou gh the m elody, a nd then the accompanime n t, with 
pl entyof e xpression ; w hile t hel ieuten ant sa t upo nhis c hairw i th  hi seyes glist e n ing  from  e xcit ement.
"Now this piece," hecried; and Di ckrant h ro ugh th e  se co n d." Why, Smithson,"  cried the  l i eu tenant, "y o u a re  a wond erful m usici a n!
I--I 'm afraid  that you  w illb e  re ady to lau gh at me ."

"Oh,n o, si r . Now,  th en--Isu ppo se yo ur flu t e i s ofthe ri gh t pitc h?"
"I --er--th ink so."

"Try, sir."
mould of_the young_officer, as the feeling_grew upon_him_that the_former
was_what some people_would call rather_mild; "but I am_no teacher, would
you_like_Mr Wilkins to give you some lessons?"

"No, Smithson," said the lieutenant; "that I really_should_not. _I_want
you,_and I want you to_treat all this as confidential."

"But_it is_sure to be known, sir."

"That you are giving_me_lessons, yes; but_not the style of lesson.  When
could you begin?"

Dick_glanced at the flute.

"Would you like_a lesson now,_sir?"

"Yes,_exactly;_but you have no_instrument."

"But you have, sir; and I_could help you better without."

"I'm afraid_not, Smithson.  You see, I should_want to hear the air
played at_the same time."

"I could run_that through_as an accompaniment on the_piano."

"You could?" cried_the lieutenant,_staring.

"Well enough, perhaps,_for that, sir."

"Then, let's begin at_once."

"Have you selected_an air, sir?"

"Well--er--yes," faltered the great_fellow._ "I have--er--chosen_two--
duets.__Here they_are."

He handed the_music,_and Dick_took_it up, glancing at each piece_in
turn;_while the young officer looked warm and_uncomfortable, watching
his visitor uneasily.

"`Flow_on,_thou Shining River;' `Oh,_Happy, Happy Fair!'" read Dick.
"Both_beautiful melodies;" and, taking the former,_he crossed_to the
piano_and ran through the melody, and then the accompaniment, with
plenty of_expression; while the lieutenant sat upon_his chair with his
eyes_glistening from_excitement.

"Now_this piece," he_cried;_and Dick_ran through the second.

"Why, Smithson," cried the_lieutenant, "you_are a wonderful musician!
I--I'm afraid that_you will be ready_to_laugh at me."

"Oh, no, sir. _Now, then--I suppose your flute is_of the right pitch?"

"I--er--think so."

"Try,_sir."