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seven hobbled ehoy boys" were also on the com mittee. Occasionally she deplored the fact that Miss Manning had not come, that she might also stand in a place of honor, but in her heart she was glad that Miss Manning was not present to divide the honors with herself. It appeared that Mr. Stanley was delighted with the picture, had seen its original abroad, and knew its artist. Such being the case, Mrs. Ketchum w as de lighted to take all the honor of having se lected the picture, and had it not been for those truth telling, enlightening seven boys, John Stanley might never have known to this day Margaret Manning's part in it.
    None of the central group saw Margaret Manning slip silently in past the servant at the door, as they stood laughing and chatting among themselves after having shaken h ands perfunctorily with the awk ward, embarrassed procession headed by Mr. Talcut and the young minister who had recently come to the place.
    When Margaret came downstairs she paused a moment in the hall, but as she saw they were all talking, she went quietly on into the new wing that had been for the time deserted by the company, and placed herself in front of the picture. She had spoken to Mrs. Stanley, who had been called upstairs to the dressing room for a moment just as she came in, and so did not feel obliged to go and greet the group of receivers at once. Besides, she wanted to have another good look at th e picture be fore she should go among the people, and so lose this opportunity of seeing it alone.
    From the first view it had been a great delight to Margaret Manning. She had never before seen a picture of her Master that quite came up to her idea of what a human repre sentation of his face should ex press. This one did. At least it satisfied her as well as she imagined any picture of him, fashioned from the fancy of a man's brain, could do. And she was glad to find herself alone with it that she might study it more closely and throw her own soul into the past of the scene before her.
    She had stood looking and thinking for some minutes thus when she heard a quick step at the door, not a sound as of one who had been walking down the broad highly-polished floor of the hallway, but the quick movement of a foot after one has been standing. She looked up and saw John Stanley coming forward with an unmistak able look of interest and admiration on his face.
    He had made an errand to his library for a book to show to the minister in order to get a little alleviation from Mrs. Ketchum's persist ent monopolization. He had prom ised to lend the book to the minister, but there had been no necessity for giving it to him that minute, nor even that evening. As he walked down the hall he saw a figure standing in his library, so absorbed in con templating the picture that its owner did not turn nor seem to be aware of his coming. She was slender and graceful and young. He could see that from the distance, but as he came to the doorway and paused unconsciously to look at the vision she made, he saw that she was also beautiful. It was not the ordinary beauty of the ordi nary fashionable girl with whom he was acquainted, but a clear, pure, high-minded beauty whose loveliness was not merely of the outwa rd form and coloring, but an ex pression of beauty of spirit.
    She was dressed in white with a knot of black velvet ribbon here and there. She stood behind his big leather chair, her hands clasped together against one cheek and her elbows resting on the wide leather back. There were golden lights in her brown hair. Her eyes were looking earnestly at the picture, her whole attitude reminded him of a famous picture he had seen in Paris. He could but pause and watch it before either of them became self-conscious.
    There was in her intent look of devotion something akin to the look he had seen the night befo re in the face of the boy Joe. He recognized it at once, and a feeling ha lf of envy shot through him. Would that such a look might belong to his