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 Are You Too Old to Study Music?

Do you consider yourself past the age to take up music—that you can't afford to devote the time that it requires that your mind can't concentrate on such things any longer? Then, you are exactly the person who will be interested in this astonishing, shortcut method for mastering any musical instrument.

OH, I'm sorry I didn't study music in my younger days. Now it's too late to commence—I have so many other things to think of."

How often do people make such remarks! The average adult considers himself too old to commence studying music, for, in the ordinary, old-fashioned way, months and months are consumed, and it is often years before you can render a selection with ease and credit. Monotonous exercises, heart-breaking scales, finger technique—all must be practiced over and over again, day in and day out. No wonder so many become discouraged and drop the study of music long before they have accomplished anything worth while!

Moreover, consider the enormous expense. You pay an instructor, who stays with you perhaps only one hour a week. Then, there are books to be bought—books that illustrate the music to be played, but which help in no other way. That means your progress depends entirely upon your teacher—you progress only as rapidly as he chooses to go.

But all this needless hard work—all this apparent waste of time and money—is unnecessary. Through a wonderful new method originated by the U. S. School of Music, anybody, no matter how old or how young, can master any musical instrument within a remarkably short time.

Mr. E. Wolford, of Sharon Springs, New York, writes: "I am fifty years old, and learned to play the Hawaiian Guitar. I don't believe I ever would have learned to play if it weren't for your wonderful lessons."

Can you read and write? Then you can learn to play any instrument through this wonderful, short-cut, print-and-picture method as easily and quickly as Mr. Wolford did. Just as easily as you learn to combine letters into words, so do you learn to combine notes into beautiful melodies—that's how fascinating it is. And you read REAL music, too. There are no numbers or "tricks." You play from the same kind of notes that are used by our great musicians.

But, perhaps best of all, no private teacher is necessary—you don't need to tie yourself down to special hours or join a class. You can take a lesson as often as you wish, and can progress just as rapidly as you desire.

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but no sound came save only a faint moan—like that I had heard before!

Then there came to my mind something an old plainsman had once told me; that dying of thirst was not like dying of hunger; that when one passed from starvation there came a point beyond which recall was impossible, but when water lacked one could be brought back from the very edge of the grave, given but a trifle of moisture. Water! Could I but reach it, could I but find some—a few drops—Alice might yet live. Madness seized me at the I thought, and again—for the hundredth time—I cursed Harkness in my soul. Once more I thought of the pump I had seen above us—two inches of wood and steel—a million miles away! Raging, furious, mad with anger and desperation, I staggered to my feet and in one last surge of strength crawled up the stairs. Delirium held me—I would beat I again on the door—I threw myself against it—I beat on it with my fists—heedless of the pain—and even as I beat I knew the mad futility of the act—insane! Had I not tried it before, when stronger than now? Had not Harkness told us we were to die in the cellar? Could I now break down that deadly barrier? I beat once more, and strove to scream—the door held firm. I seized the handle and shook it—I turned the knob—the door swung back on well-oiled hinges—I staggered into a blaze of sunlight!

Have I said that Harkness was a sardonic fiend? Before leaving the house he had carefully, silently, drawn back the bolts and unbarred the door!

golden glory? Can you hear the exquisite anthems of the innumerable white-robed choristers? If so, you will be ready to renounce the earthly vale of tears at the first call to enter the magnificent Realm of which we have been accorded this glimpse—the first step towards eternal glory.

Finally the reception drew to a close, and the many bright immortals who had thronged the thoroughfares of space in our immediate vicinity betook their way to other parts of the Realm. Our parents, who were the last to depart, besought us, as they took their leave, to call on them for any enlightenment we might desire from time to time. Their presence would be forthcoming at our mental demand.

With their departure the glorious