F LOVE STORY OF MARGARET WYNNE. CHAPTER I. MARGARET. "I don't know what they meant by recommending me to come here," said Mrs. Torrance, with an air of elegant dissatisfaction. "I never saw such an extraordinary set of people in my life.” The remark was addressed to her niece, Margaret Wynne, who sat at her left hand. They had just taken their places almost at the end of a long dining-table, already too much crowded for comfort. And Mrs. Torrance's eye surveyed depreciatingly the flowers and colored glass with which the mistress of the boarding-house in a southern watering-place had striven to make the table agreeable to the eye of her guests. "Very common flowers," said Mrs. Torrance to her niece. “And a very poorly appointed table, I think, and not half enough servants, either, for such a number of visitors. I cannot think what we came for.” In her heart Margaret echoed the sentiment. Her aunt's house in town was distinctly dull, but it was better in her eyes than the semi-fashionable boarding establishment to |