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Worst of all, almost, Mrs Baker told the tale of my rapher of standing goes about soliciting patronage; the man who careat ladies' photographs in England?" I asked flippantly, though I was really a little disturbed

"Just what I told her!" groaned Aunt Frank "Bake must see the man; or-- Mr Burke, why can't you find out about hiht," she added weakly; "from her accounts he didn't flatter Nelly one bit; simply raved over her"

"Yes, I'll run in and converse with the art lover," John grireed; but just then in caed

Indeed, though I don't know just how she ed it, from the moment the brilliant woman of the world entered the room, poor clu, without quite knohy, he went away I'ether

John rong and yet not wrong about the photographer; his threatened interposition ca ago as it seehtened as to the cheap and silly trick that had been played upontowards e poster picture froive it to me!" I almost snatched the sheet from her baby hands

My portrait! I knew it in spite of crude colour and cheap paper It was my portrait, and it was labelled: "HELEN WINSHIP, MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD POSED BY MISS WINSHIP ESPECIALLY FOR--"

And then--the insolence of the er whose devotion to Art had drawn him to my door! The fellow had practised upon my credulity to obtain my likeness for publication

I thren the sheet, quivering with anger I felt that I should never again dare look at a paper; but half an hour later I sent Boy out to buy them all, and, locked into my room, I shook all aboutposed for Cadge, I knew, of course, that the Star would print my picture, perhaps several of them But at any other time I should have been overcoes filled with half-tone likenesses of ned by a novelist of repute, and by articles froy e had written an interview headed "How It Feels to be Beautiful"