Excerpt from Short Stories: A Magazine of Select Fiction; Volume 35, July-September, 1899; Volume 36, October-December, 1899 My brain, being intent on this train of thought, gave no direct commands to my feet, which took it into their heads (if one may be allowed this acrobatic expression) to wander into this unknown portion of the town, and finally I found myself in a small side street, fairly free from a crowd. I continued along it, and as I advanced heard the noise of a piano-organ farther down, to escape which, as these inventions are my special betes noirs, I was just about to turn the nearest cor ner, when the sound of a woman's voice arrested my flight, and I walked bravely toward the instrument of torture in order to hear more of the song. I am somewhat of a musician, and above all other kinds of music love a woman's voice, and there was something in this one that sounded differently from those of the usual run of street singers. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.