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When Hughie came in he found Trevor putting the finishing touches to a wonderful life-size picture of a beggar-man. The beggar himself was standing on a raised platform in a corner of the studio. He was a wizened old man, wit!) a wrinkled face, and a most piteous expression.
"What an amazing model!" whispered Hughie, as he shook hands with his friend.
"An amazing model?" cried Trevor. "I should think so! You don't meet such beggars every day. What an etching Rembrandt would have made of him!"
"Poor old man!" said Hughie, "how miserable he looks!"
"Certainly," replied Trevor, "you don't want a beggar to look happy, do you?"
At this moment the servant came in, and told Trevor that the framemaker wanted to speak to him.
"Don't run away, Hughie," he said, as he went out, "I'll be back in a moment."
The old beggar-man took advantage of Trevor's absence to rest for a moment on a wooden bench that was behind him. He looked so miserable that Hughie could not help pitying him, and felt in his pockets to see what money he had. All he could find was a sovereign and some coppers. "Poor old fellow," he thought to himself, "he wants it more than I do", and he walked across the studio and slipped the sovereign into the beggar's hand.
The old man got up, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "Thank you, sir," he said, "thank you."
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