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wmMmmmimmmmmmmmmmmm 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 treadmiill existence. 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 house." "Yes, Mrs. Burke has written that she will takeme in again." "They'll all do that," remarked Mr. Torrey dryly? "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 right now." 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