ing of the exterior. He wondered if it
was penetrating to the heart and
soul of the man. Was he becoming
a mere money-grubbing machine,
whose only happiness was in turning
the grindstone, and whose whole life
revolved around his office desk? Tor
rey had never married and jived in a
handsome bachelor apartment.
There really was no reason for call
) rag him "old," for he was still on
the sunny side of 0. But he had
seemed to age rapidly of late. Joe
wondered if it was not due to his
The young man, as usual, left his
country address when he said gOod
by Saturday to leave for his vacation.
"I suppose," said Torrey, "you are
going again to that model bdardlng
"Yes, Mrs. Burke has written that
she will takeme in again."
"They'll all do that," remarked Mr.
"Not Mrs. Burke!" fired up the
young man. "She isn't that sort"
"Oh!" said Mr. Torrey softly. "Has
she a daughter?"
Joe felt his face getting red, so he
hastily said: "Yes," and turned to go.
But Torrey caught him by the arm.
"Have a good time, boy, just the best
that's going." His warm,- strong
handclasp drove home his meaning.
The look around' his ljps was much
like Joe's had been when he thought
of the heart of old Torrey.
It 'certainly was not entirely "all
the comforts of home" that had
drawn young Burnell to the house of
Mrs. Burke. As Mr. Torrey had sur
mised, there was a daughter. The
tender memory of her had lingered
with Joe for a year, and not only a
memory, but several letters had
passed between them, the matter of
fr securing a room having required a
large amount of correspondence.
Margaret Burke had good, honest
gray eyes, shining brown hair and a
pleasant mouth, which she never
touched with rouge. The red of her
lips and cheeks came from a whole-,
some life and plenty of exercise in
helping her mother take care of the
summer boarders. She was well ed
ucated and well read for a girl of 20.
Her mother, who had been left a wid
ow when Margaret was 12, had seen
to her education out of school in the
many ways that only a mother of
good breeding can.
Joe and Margaret had gone a-flsh-ing.
Ah, what a glorious day It was!
The sun just glinted through the
leaves enough to let you know he
was shining his ' brightest and not
enough to trouble the two who sat
on the bank of the stream with the
corks of their lines bobbing on the
surface. Were the fish biting? Well,
no. It was not exactly a good day for
fishing, altogether too sunny. But
what did that matter? It was much
more important that they were" to
gether, that they talked of things
that brought out a greater under
standing of each other, and well,
after all, just that they were to
gether. Thejf. were rather ashamed to go
home with just two fish, but Mar
garet had a sudden sense of being
wanted in the kitchen, and thoy
started. When about half way, Joe
paused as though struck by a thun
derbolt Mr. Torrey loomed up, if a small .
man can "loom" in the pathway, fac
ing them. Joe, being too dazed for
utterance, Mr. Torrey spoke first
"Well, Burnell!" he observed
cheerfully. "Large catch, isn't it?"
Joe endeavored to cover his em
barrassment by immediately intro
ducing the gentleman to Miss Burke.
"Where are you stopping, Mr. Tor
rey?"' he asked.
"At the Grandview."
"Oh, that can't be half as good as
my place. Come and dine with me
Torrey looked as though he was
trying to invent an excuse to refuse,
but he changed his mind and went.
Mrs. Burke made the stranger very
welcome. She was a cheery little
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