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Show He'll Have a Halo Himself Some Day. They stood before the "Fra Angelico" in the National Gallery, which is so crowded with rank after rank of angels and saints, all properly behaloed, each in his own degree. "For my part," one said, "I should think a halo would be dreadfully iu tbe way, especially in a crowd." "It must hare something the same effect on those in the back' rows." her companion auswered. "as do the big hats in the theater." He had only carried her own idea a little further, and yet she was just a trifle shocked by his words. It may have been that her exquisite feminine sense of devotitness took alarm at the mention of the theater before a picture in which the heavenly choirs were thronglug with so nu'.c'h sanctity. A faint film of gravity came over her face. "They may be transparent," she said hesitatingly. She was a little troubled, but she could not by dropping the jesting tone of the talk fun the risk of supposing that sho disapproved of anything that he said. She was rewarded for her effort ef-fort to appear as if she were pleased, for what he said iu return was: "Of course thoy are transparent, my dear, or yon would have seen vour own iu the mirror loug ago." And theu she flushed aud smiled, and the whole beatiliu rows of aureoled angels did not represent joy more exalted ex-alted th.iu was burs. Boston Courier. |