as vigorously as her Christianity permitted. When he was safely
in his grave she canonized him; she put his picture and his
sword, belt and epaulets in the conspicuous place in the parlor;
she used his record for gallantry to get herself social position
and a place of honor at public gatherings.

Her house stood back from the highway in a grove of elms and
walnuts. Its angularity was relieved by a porch with a flat roof
that had a railing about it and served as a balcony for the
second-story lodgers. There were broad halls through the middle
of the house down-stairs and up. Olivia and Pauline had the
three large rooms in the second story on the south side. They
used the front room as a study and Pauline's bedroom was next to
it.

Late one afternoon she was seated at the study window watching a
cherry-red sun drop through the purple haze of the autumn. She
became conscious that some one was on the balcony before the
window of the front room across the hall. She leaned so that she
could see without being seen. Sharp against the darkening sky
was the profile of a young man. Olivia joined her and followed
her glance. The profile remained fixed and the two girls watched
it, fascinated. It certainly was a powerful outline, proud and
stern, but with a mouth that was sweet in its kindliness and
gentleness.

"I wonder what he's thinking about," said Olivia, in an
undertone; he was not fifteen feet from them. "I suppose, some
scheme for conquering the world."