not in external objects. I often think of it and believe it to be
true."

"What a sensible, but conceited girl!" exclaimed the proud matron as
she kissed Marguerite, and sallied forth to chaperone the Misses
Lister and their loquacious mamma.

"You dear old room, I'm with you once again," said the girl in half
dramatic tones, as she drew her favorite arm-chair near the grate
and sat down, not to read but to weave bright, golden dreams--fit
task for a sweet maiden of eighteen summers--with a quaint
simplicity of manner that is more captivating than all the wily
manoeuvres that coquetry can devise. Were there any pretty pictures
in those dreams? Yes. But those that gave the most pleasure she
tried hard to shut out from her sight and with a gentle sigh
murmured "it can never be."

Sweet Marguerite! Has she her "concealments" too?




CHAPTER III.

A NOBLE CHARACTER.


In Phillip Lawson, a young lawyer of more than average ability, is
realized Pope's definition of an honest man--"the noblest work of
God." Those who think that all lawyers are a set of unscrupulous and