side to side he turned, bowing and thanking, and then, with a
hearty "Good-by to you; good-by to you all!" he stepped back and
let down the curtain.

For some moments the audience remained in their seats as if
they were expecting something more, and then they rose quietly
and began to disperse. Most of them were acquainted with one
another, and there was a good deal of greeting and talking as
they went out of the theatre.

When Loring was sure the last person had departed, he turned
down the lights, locked the door, and gave the key to the steward
of the club.

He walked to his home a happy man. His exhibition had been a
perfect success, with not a break or a flaw in it from beginning
to end.

"I feel," thought the young man, as he strode along, "as if I
could fly to the top of that steeple, and flap and crow until all
the world heard me."

That evening, as was his daily custom, Herbert Loring called
upon Miss Starr. He found the young lady in the library.

"I came in here," she said, "because I have a good deal to
talk to you about, and I do not want interruptions."

With this arrangement the young man expressed his entire
satisfaction, and immediately began to inquire the cause of her