"Now, you know," said Mrs. Sohlberg, quaintly--very captivatingly,he thought, because she was so pretty--"at one time I thought Iwas going to be a great artist. Isn't that funny! I sent my fatherone of my drawings inscribed 'to whom I owe it all.' You wouldhave to see the drawing to see how funny that is." | She laughed softly.Cowperwood responded with a refreshed interest in life. Her laughwas as grateful to him as a summer wind. "See," he said, gently,as they entered the room aglow with the soft light produced byguttered jets, "here is a Luini bought last winter." It was "TheMystic Marriage of St. Catharine." He paused while she surveyedthe rapt expression of the attenuated saint. "And here," he wenton, "is my greatest find so far." They were before the crafty |