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"Why, yes,' said Margaret, mo
tioning to a chair. Her mother was
not home and she even dared to
make a hot cup of tea and set out a
, plain but dainty little lunch for the
"I'm not used toJiegging," he said,
j "but I had my pocket picked at the
station. I have come quite a dis-
) tance on the train and I must 'walk
.quite a long "way to reach a friend."
His voice and manner were those
of a gentleman and Margaret looked
wonderingly at him. She saw he had
stopped eating and was gaving at a
little charcoal sketch she had pinned
upxm the walL
"Who did that?" he asked.
Margaret admitted that she had.
It was a study of her mother in the
act of rolling out a-pie crust.
"Pretty good drawing," he ob
served. "But that right arm 1 a trifle
"Oh, then, you know "
"A little?' he broke in dryly.
Then Margaret told him how she
had never had any instruction, how
much she wanted it, and somehow
she found herself growing confiden
tial about the dear dream of her life
to this entire stranger. She asked
him if he knew of Alton Faber. Oh,
yeshe knew of him and his pictures
were pretty good. She told Mm Mr.
Faber was a Second cousin. He did
riot seem to show any great interest
in the disclosure, but gave his atten
tion tp his cup of tea. As he rose to
go he thanked his entertainer cour
teously and the next moment" was
Mrs. , Tyson saw thestranger as
he went qut "
"Who was that?" sbe4askedT "I
only saw his back."
"Well, if that isn't the limit!"
cried her irate parent '"Entertain
ing tramps in the hoiise."
"But, mqther, he wasn't a tramp."
"Oh, fhat wa a nice little story!
They all hae one.",.
' Margarptrtogk ier ecokttng quiet-,
1. Just to have ha1 one take an In
terest in her little sketch, to look. a(r
it as though he knew and to tell he
where it was wron was something"
worth all the trouble and nagging- it
I About two weeks after this Mar-
New York postmark. It was from
Alton Faber, saying that if she would
some to see him, bringing some of
her sketches, he might be able to
help her to study. A check for the
railroad fare to New York and back
Mrs. Tyson nearly collapsed in. her
"For heaven's, sake," he gasped,
"how did he know anything about
Then Margaret confessed that over
three'weeks ago she had written to
Alton Faber telling him of her am
bition and. asking his advice.
PWell, you' just better send that
money back," advised her mother.
"You'll lose two or three days and it;
won't amount to, anything."
BuJ. Margaret was determined to
go and mentioned that the man had
said Eaber's pictures were good.
"Oh," cried Mrs. Tyson. "I see it
all. You talked to that man about
going to New York, and this is just
one of those awful plots to flEFe you
down there to your ruin. I should
think you had heard enough about
this white slave business not to fall
into this snare. How -do you know
this letter is from, Alton FaberYou
wouldn't know him if you saw him."
Margaret had to admit there was
some groundwork for her another's
suspicions, and her heart sank. But
she did not send the check back and
at last got her mother to consent to
go with her.
Mrs. Tyson at once recognized her
relative in his spacious studio, but
Margaret stood speechless with
amazement She saw before her the
"tramp" she had entertained in her
"You see," he explained, "I hate.