He could now see the
resemblance. There were, even in the round, unformed, boyish face, the
same wide open eyes; the same expression of the mouth, as though a smile
were close at hand; the same smooth, placid brow. His chin was a little
bolder than his father's. Livingstone was pleased to note it.

He determined to have his portrait painted by the best painter he could
find. He would not consider the cost. Why should he? He was worth--at
the thought the seven gleaming figures flashed out clear between his
eyes and the portrait in his hand.

Livingstone turned suddenly and faced himself in the full length mirror
at his side. The light caught him exactly and he stood and looked
himself full in the face. What he saw horrified him. He felt his heart
sink and saw the pallor settle deeper over his face. His hair was almost
white. He was wrinkled. His eyes were small and sharp and cold. His
mouth was drawn and hard. His cheeks were seamed and set like flint. He
was a hard, wan, ugly old man; and as he gazed, unexpectedly in the
mirror before his eyes, flashed those cursed figures.

With almost a cry Livingstone turned and looked at the portraits on the
wall. He half feared the sharp figures would appear branded across those
faces. But no, thank God! the figures had disappeared. The two faces
beamed down on him sweet and serene and comforting as heaven.

Under an impulse of relief Livingstone flung himself face downward on
the bed and slipped to his knees. The position and the association it
brought fetched to his lips words which he used to utter in that
presence long years ago.

It had been long since Livingstone had prayed. He attended church, but
if he had any heart it had not been there. Now this prayer came
instinctively. It was simple and childish enough: the words that he had
been taught at his mother's knee. He hardly knew he had said them; yet
they soothed him and gave him comfort; and from some far-off time came
the saying, "_Except ye become as little children, ye shall not
enter_--" and he went on repeating the words.

Another verse drifted into his mind: "_And he took a child and set him
in the midst of them, and said, * * * Whosoever shall humble himself as
this little child, the same is greatest. And whoso shall receive one
such little child in my name receiveth me. But whoso shall offend one of
these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a
millstone were hanged about his neck, and