ARVIN RIGBY carelessly closed the old wooden gate of his country home and started in the direction of the station. He was on his way to the city of Melburg to attend to some business for his father. The rays of the rising sun seemed to play tag with the shadows among the grass and flowers near his feet. A cool breeze, carrying the odor of clover blossoms was blowing very gently. Overhead among the branches of the trees were birds, cooing and calling to their mates and occasionally a butterfly or buzzing bee few past. In fact, everything seemed endowed with life and activity. Still none of these things were noticed by Marvin as he walked slowly along, for he was buried in thought. Marvin had attended the Melburg High School for three years and was now working to obtain money to carry him through the remaining year. During the past week he had been offered a position by a large business firm of the city. This, to his father and many of his friends, was an opportunity which he should grasp. Marvin realized that it was a great chance to work his way up in the business world, but there seemed to be lots to lose. He knew that if he accepted the offer his school days would be over and the ques- tion that he was debating in his mind as he walked to the station was: Which is the greater opportunity? While he was thinking of school a mental picture framed in his mind. It was commencement time and the school auditorium was beautifully decorated. On one side of the stage was a bower made of red and white roses, his class colors. Beneath it he saw his classmates who were participating in the commencement exercises, but there was no place there for him. He stared into space as if looking at the real picture. "Pshaw," he murmured as he shrugged his shoulders and pressed forward with rapid strides, "How foolish of me. That will only be one night and it is all for show anyway. Just think how much ahead of them I will be at that time if I accept the position." He stepped aboard the electric car and was soon on his way to the city. As it was early when he arrived, the morning hours afforded him time enough to complete his business and he found that he had the afternoon before him for recreation. Consequently he entered the studio of a famous sculptor. He wandered about the long room ad- miring the different models. There were faces and forms which showed great intellectual development-some which possessed quali- ties of great physical strength, while others portrayed simplicity and loveliness. Standing back by itself in a darkened corner of the room, he found an unfinished model. He gazed upon the beautiful face which almost seemed to possess a soul, so well had nature been interpreted and he wondered why it had not been finished that people might admire it. "You admire the face," said a voice breaking in upon the undisturbed thoughts of the boy. Marvin turned with a start to find the old master standing by him. "Yes, very much," he answered as he looked into the old man's face. It was one that showed wonderful creative power, but more than anything else-persistence. "But why has this model never been finished?" inquired the young man. The master gazed up into the face some moments, then said: "That face was made by a young artist who tired of his work before it was completed. Something that he considered to be a greater opportunity led him away from his work here. He alone knows the form that corresponds to that face and I am waiting and hoping that he will return to make the model ready for the world." He paused a few moments, then added in a sad tone, "He failed to use the opportunity given him and consequently his work is unfinished." As Marvin heard these words, his face brightened and a sigh of relief escaped from his lips. He felt as if a weight had suddenly been lifted from his mind, for it was then clear to him which opportunity was greater. "Yes," he exclaimed aloud, "I will finish my school model first." The Unfinisheb Model