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d the second due entirely to the state of this particular young gentleman's heartstood in a doorway just off Madison Square； before a small bell…pull bearing above it a tiny sign reading： 〃Margaret Grant。 Top Floor。〃
〃Miss Grant has been at home only a few months；〃 Oliver burst out as he rang the bell and climbed the stairs。 〃Since her father's death she has been in Paris with her mother； her cousin； Higbee Shaw the sculptor； and her brother John。 A shell injured the drum of John's ear； and while she painted he was under the care of a French specialist。 He is still there with his mother。 If you think I can paint just wait until you see Miss Grant's work。 Think； dad！ she has taken two medals in Munich； and last year had honorable mention at the Salon。 You remember her brother； of course； don't you； Uncle Nat； the one Malachi hid over father's shop？〃
Uncle Nat nodded his head as he toiled up the steps。 He remembered every hour of the hideous nightmare。 He had been the one other man besides Richard and the Chief of Police to shake Oliver's hand that fatal night when he was exiled from Kennedy Square。
Mrs。 Mulligan； in white apron； a French cap on her head； and looking as fresh and clean as a trained nurse； opened the door。 Margaret had looked her up the very day she landed； and had placed her in charge of her apartment as cook； housekeeper； and lady's maid； with full control of the front door and of her studio。 The old woman was not hard to trace； she had followed the schools of the academy from their old quarters to the new marble building on Twenty… third Street； and was again posing for the draped…life class and occasionally lending a hand to the new janitor。 Margaret's life abroad had taught her the secret of living alone； a problem easily solved when there are Mrs。 Mulligans to be had for the asking。
〃Yes； Mr。 Oliver； she's insoide。 Oh！ it's fri'nds ye hev wid ye！〃 and she started back。
〃Only my father and Mr。 Gill；〃 and he brushed past Mrs。 Mulligan； parted the heavy portieres that divided Madge's working studio from the narrow hall； thrust in his head and called out； in his cheeriest voice：
〃Madge； who do you think is outside？ Guess！ Father and Uncle Nat。 Just arrived this morning。〃
Before Margaret could turn her head the two stood before her： Richard with his hat in his hand； his brown overcoat with the velvet collar over his arm he had slipped it off outsideand Nathan close behind； still in the long； pen…wiper cloak。
〃And is it really the distinguished young lady of whom I have heard so much？〃 exclaimed Richard with his most courtly bow； taking the girl's outstretched hand in both of his。 〃I am so glad to see you； my dear； both on your own account and on account of your brother； whom we once sheltered。 And how is he now？ and your dear mother？〃
To all of which Margaret answered in low gentle tones； her eyes never leaving Richard's； her hand still fast in his； until he had turned to introduce Nathan so that he might pay his respects。
Nathan； in his timid halting way； stepped from behind Richard； and taking her welcoming hand； told her how much he had wanted to know her； since he had seen the picture she had painted； then hanging in Miss Lavinia's home； both because it was the work of a woman and because tooand he looked straight into her eyes when he said it and meant every wordshe was the sister of the poor fellow who had been so shamefully treated in his own city。 And Margaret； her voice breaking； answered that； but for the aid of such kind friends as himself and Oliver； John might never have come back； adding； how grateful she and her whole family had been for the kindness shown her brother。
While they were talking； Richard； with a slight bow as if to ask her permission； began making the tour of the room； his glasses held to his eyes； examining each thing about him with the air of a connoisseur suddenly ushered into a new collection of curios。
〃Tell me who this sketch is by；〃 he asked； stopping before Margaret； and pointing to a small Lambinet； glowing like an opal on the dull…green wall of the studio。 〃I so seldom see good pictures that a gem like this is a delight。 By a Frenchman！ Ah！ Yes； I see the subtlety of coloring。 Marvellous people； these Frenchmen。 And this little jewel you have here？ This bit of mezzo in color。 With this I am more familiar； for we have a good many collections of old prints at home。 It is； I thinkyesI thought I could not be mistakenit is a Morland；〃 and he examined it closely； his nose almost touching the glass。
The next instant he had crossed the room to the window looking out over the city； the smoke and steam of a thousand fires floating over its wide expanse。
〃Come here； my son；〃 he called to Oliver。 〃Look over that stretch of energy and brains。 Is it not inspiring？ And that band of silver； moving so quietly and resistlessly out to sea。 What a power for good it all is； and what a story it will tell before the century is out。〃
Margaret was by his side as he spoke。 She had hardly taken her eyes from him since he entered the roomnot even when she was listening to Nathan。 All her old…time； prejudices and preconceived estimates of Richard were slipping away。 Was this the man whom she used to think of as a dreamer of dreams； and a shiftless Southerner？ This charming old gentleman with the air of an aristocrat and the keen discernment of an expert？ She could hardly believe her eyes。
As for Oliver； his very heart was bursting with pride。 It had all happened exactly as he had wanted ithis father and Margaret had liked each other from the very first moment。 And then she had been so beautiful； too； even in her long painting… apron and her hair twisted up in a coil on her head。 And the little blush of surprise and sweetness which had overspread her face when they entered； and which his father must have seen； and the inimitable grace with which she slipped from her high stool； and with a half courtesy held out her hand to welcome her visitors； and all with the savoir faire and charm of a woman of the world！ How it all went straight to his heart。
If； however； he had ever thought her pretty in this working…costume； he thought her all the more captivating a few minutes later in the little French jacket all pockets and buttonswhich she had put on as soon as the greetings were over and the tour of the room had been made in answer to Richard's delighted questions。
But it was in serving the luncheon； which Mrs。 Mulligan had brought in； that his sweetheart was most enchanting。 Her full…rounded figure moved so gracefully when she bent across to hand someone a cup； and the pose of the head was so delicious； and it was all so bewitching； and so precisely satisfied his artistic sense。 And he so loved to hear her talk when she was the centre of a group like this； as much really to see the movement of her lips and the light in her eyes and the gracious way in which she moved her head as to hear what she said。
He was indeed so overflowing with happiness over it all； and she was so enchanting in his eyes as she sat there dispensing the comforts of the silver tray； that he must needs pop out of the room with some impromptu excuse and disappear into the