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"So political?"

"Yes You see, it's barely possible, for instance, that there will be a change in the French ambassadorship The present ambassador is old and--well, I don't know, but as I say, it's possible Of course though, that ood offices in charity if--if you see your way to help us Well, I ht the President appointed ahed Mr Easterly "Good-day I shall hope to see you in Washington"

"Good-day," Mrs Vanderpool returned absently

After he had gone she walked slowly to Zora's roo ti in Zora was curled in a chair with a book She was in dreahtfully for her by Mrs Vanderpool, and before that by Miss Smith Her work took but little of her tiht-life,centred

Hour after hour, day after day, she lay buried, deaf and dumb to all else Her heart cried, up on the World's four corners of the Way, and to it caossiped with old Herodotus across the earth to the black and blalories of Phidias marbled amid the splendor of the swamp; she listened to Demosthenes and walked the Appian Way with Cornelia--while all New York streamed beneath her

She saw the drunken Goths reel upon Roalloped to Too Paris: the Paris of Clovis, and St Louis; of Louis the Great, and Napoleon III; of Balzac, and her own Dumas She tasted the mud and comfort of thick old London, and the while ith Jere with Deborah, Semiramis, and Atala Mary of Scotland and Joan of Arc held her dark hands in theirs, and Kings lifted up their sceptres

She walked on worlds, and worlds of worlds, and heard there in her little roo of hearts, and the music of the spheres

Mrs Vanderpool watched her a while

"Zora," she presently broke into the girl's absorption, "hoould you like to be Ambassador to France?"