Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-04-14
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her twenty years ago"
Il will do my best, sir, but it will be
no easy task, and you must BE prepared
Tor many disappointments," said Harry,
when, having given him long descrip-
ton OF the form and features Of his long
lost daughter, the old man rose to depart:
and Tor weeks he worked incessantly up
on the mysterious portrait Of the dead
girl, making sketch after sketch, each of
which was rejected by the remorse strick-
en- father, until the work began to exer-
else strange kind of fascination over
him, and he sketched face after, as if I'M
der the influence of a spell.
At last one evening, wearied with day
of fruitless exertion, he was sitting over
the fire watching his wife, who sat
opposite busy with some needle-work,
when an idea suddenly flashed upon him
Tall, fair, with golden hair and dark
blue eyes. "Why, Helen, it is the very
picture of yourself!" he exclaimed, start
ing from his seat, taking his wife's fair
face between his two hands, and gazing
into her eyes.
Without losing moment, he sat down
ana commenced to sketch Helen's face
and when his strange patron called, the
next morning, Harry was busily engaged
putting the finishing touches to his Dor-
trait that be did not hear him enter the
room, and worked on for some moments
unconscious Of his presence, until, with a
cry Of "Helen! my daughter!" the old
hurried him aside, and stood entranced
before the portrait.
ltor Crayiuo for COMA -,
silence, broken only by the half-suppress-
ed sobs of remOrse, the OLD man turned
slowly around to Harry, and asked him
in eager Voice where he had obtained the
original of the picture.
1t is the portrait of my wife" replied
he.
Your wife, sir. Who was she!
Pardon me for asking the question" he
added, I" but l have heard lately that my
poor Helen lett an orphan daughter, and
for the last six months / have been vainlv
trying to find the child Of my lost daugh-
ter, SO that by kindness and devotion to
my grandchild l might, in part at least,
atone for my harshness toward her moth
err
Harry was beginning to tell him the
story OF his meeting with Helen at Rome
and his subsequent marriage with Hell
en- when the door opened, and his wife
entered the room.
Perceiving that her husband was en-
gagged, she was about to retreat, when
the old gentleman stopped her, and after
looking earnestly in her face for few
moments, exclaimed, Pardon me, madam
can you tell me your mothers maiden
name?'
"Helen Treherne," replied Helen, won
deringly.
II knew it, l knew it'' exclaimed the
| old man, in an excited voice SAT last l
have found the child of my poor lost
daughter"
| In a few words Mr. Treherne explained
how he had cast off his only child, on &C
count of her marriage with a poor officer
and refused even to open her letters when
she wrote asking for forgiveness
But, thank Heaven said he, when
he had finished his sad story. " can atone
in some measure for my hardness toward
ma Helen by taking her Helen to my
heart, and making her my daughter
1t is needless to add that when Sir
Philip Marston heard that his son had
married the daughter Of one Of the finest
and Oldest estates in the country, he at
once wrote letter of reconciliation to
Harry, and, after all, Helen eventually
Became mistress of Marston Hall, in the
picture gallery of which no painting is
more valued and treasured than :. The
Mysterious Portrait