. The Little Colonel's knight comes riding . at seemed to be a picture frame, thoughwhy one should be carrying a picture frame up theoutside of a house was more than the young mancould imagine, and he concluded he must be mis-taken. The last step brought her head on a level withthe second story window, and up where the sunstruck through the trees in a broad shaft of hair had been beautiful in the shadow; a raretint of auburn with bronze gold glints, but now inthe sunshine it was an aureole. \Miat was it itreminded him of? A fragment of a half-forgottenpoem came to his mind, although
. The Little Colonel's knight comes riding . at seemed to be a picture frame, thoughwhy one should be carrying a picture frame up theoutside of a house was more than the young mancould imagine, and he concluded he must be mis-taken. The last step brought her head on a level withthe second story window, and up where the sunstruck through the trees in a broad shaft of hair had been beautiful in the shadow; a raretint of auburn with bronze gold glints, but now inthe sunshine it was an aureole. \Miat was it itreminded him of? A fragment of a half-forgottenpoem came to his mind, although he was not givento remembering such things: • Sandalphon the angel of glory,Sandalphon the angel of prayer. Then he almost laughed aloud at the compari-son, for a dazzling flash of light, blinding him foran instant, was reflected into his eyes from the ob-ject she carried, and he saw that it was a looking-glass that she was taking up the ladder with suchcare. What a very human and very feminine angfcl i. ^ V f I. ^t^^^i^^..- l^HIL i^lfCHi. •\.St^ THE OTHER GRASPED SOME DARK OBJECT THATSEEMED TO BE A PICTURE FRAME. THE HANGING OF THE MIRROR 7 of glory it is, he thought. But the next instant,still with the amused smile on his face, he was spur-ring his horse down the road as fast as it couldgallop. The girl on the ladder had caught sightof his reflection in the mirror as she reached up tolay it on the window sill, and had turned a startledface towards him. Not for worlds would he havehad her know that he had been so discourteous asto sit staring at her. He had forgotten himself inthe interest of the moment. Eager to find out who the new tenants were atthe Lindsey Cabin, he rode rapidly on, turning fromthe woodland road into a maple-lined avenue lead-ing back to the post-office. Just as he made the turnanother surprise confronted him. He almost col-lided with two girls who were hurrying along armin arm, under a red parasol. Both Lloyd Sherman and Kitty Walton wereold friends o
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