The Red Cloud chief., 1879-01-30

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all In vain. " found wife or
child"
''Yei you think they live -
IL cannot tell. remained here for
Ave years. and then. NJ you know. went
To g my only sister, dying II con
sumption"
And to become my second father"
Yes. NV boy. found YOU. my III.
tie namcsake. = sobbing boy u twelve.
heart broken over your mothers Illness
and death. You know the res, ~ my
Iife.history. retired from the pursuit
II my profession. travelled with you.
made you my " interest In life. You
filled my empty house and heart. for !
loved you Hilton, ~ dearly as ! loved
my baby daughter whose childhood IL
q closed. sealed book"
But. Uncle George. cnn nothing be
done nowr"
I'VE have been In London three
years. and every month there has been
nj advertisement only Myra would un-
derstAnd In the leading papers. have
ncverlhad one limo ~ answcr. No. my
boy. Il Ia hopeless now. ~ In tho "a.
torc you ever know my wife and child.
] trust them Ia your care and gener-
osity."
Il seemed as u, In the OK citemen, Of
his recital. Mr.. Hilton had forgotten the
conversation that had Immediately sug.
gestod H. lie rose from his seat, aud
opening n cabinet In the room. brought
bnck n small box. II contained n brace.
let of hair with m Inexpensive clasp,
and a iockct.
when We we're In Paris" he said,
II had this bracelet made II Myra's
hair and mine woven together; she has
the companion one. This tiny coil ~
gold In the clasp was cut from the
baby's head. our little darling. then but
three months old. II must have been
SOM. lingering love that made Myra
still keep the bra ,elet liko this which
she wore constantly. What IL tho nat
ter. HiltonP You are M white as
death"
"No,hinE;, !" your ~i'o'' picture In
Yes. You SOC how bcnu,ifui she
was ?"
II see more than that" said Hilton;
''and yet ! dare not tell you what !
hope, VIII you give mo one little hour
to see II"
~ whatP"
''Only one hourly will bo back then"
.'Slopf" Mr.. Hilton cried. shaking
with excitement Hut his nephew was
gone.
Hoping, fearing. not knowing what
Ia hope or fenr. Mr.. Hilton watched the
clock Ill the hour was over. Hc walked
up aud down. he tried ~ read. he lived
over again that past whose rcmorscful
memories had been so wildly recalled,
With Myrn's picture before him. he
thought again of that wild. fierce love
that had bccn his happiness and his
blight
''Why was I not calm. reasonable "a
became my wears and p%osi,ionP" h,
asked him, cli. bitterly. ''Why did I
give q boys love to u woman who had
lived In society. and respected all its
requircmentsp lived an ideal life
Myra the actual one around US. Where
In Hiltonp What q he knowP What
has he discovercdP Only thrcc minutes
gone. and Il seems n day since no was
here"
hut oven before tho hour was over
Hilton returned. In his cagornoss Ia
question him. Mr., Hilton did not notice
that no came through the drawing
room Ia the library whcrc he waited.
leaving the door u little open.
Where have you bccnf" Mr., Hilton
asked.
ITO procure this" Hilton answered
gravely, placing In his unclo's hand the
duplicate Of tho bracelet upon the table.
Tho same braid of sunny brown hair,
with herc and there some Of raven black
streakcd with gray; the same small
clasp with u wee coil of baby curl un.
der the glass, tho same lettering. too
Myrn and George twincd together with
fantastic scrolls and twists. For several
moments there WAS deep silence. The
old man could not speak. and tho Young
one would not brcHk In upoa what he
felt 10 be q sacred emotion. Al last,
lifting up his head, George Hilton asked,
Docs Myra livcP Can she forgive
meP"
ut IL years since she died." Hilton
answered, ''but surely. In heaven. shs
has forgiven you. She never spoke of
you tn your child but In words Of re-
spcct and affection. though she always
spoke of you as dead.
MY childl You know my childp"
II know and love hcr. DO you not
guess. Uncle George. whore I saw that
bracelet whose duplicate I recognized
nj once. whose face IL u living copy of
the n In your locketP Must tell
YOU that tac child Mrs. Willet rescued
from poverty, and adopted for her own.
Is my cousin. and your daughtcrP"
"Aha smith,"
"Smith WAS the name hcr mother
thought most probably would best con.
ceal her identity, and Ada was the
name IL Mrs, Wnlot's only child. who
died In infancy"
"But why have you not brought her
10 mee" asked Mr.. Hilton. with almost
n sob In his voice. And as he spoke.
the door Hilton had left ajar opened.
and across the threshold stepped n tall.
beautiful girl, with sunny brown hair.
and large blue eyes, who waited timid-
" until her father came quickly TO mec,
her.
"Annar' he said. softly. 'Can this
be- my baby-my woe daughtere II
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