Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-10-05

young woman. The portraits are not
daubs. but genuine works of art, befit-
ting the style and pretensions of people
of quality.
On Sunday morning Mrs. Lloyd an
swered ring at the front-door bell. A
tall, handsome man, with hair white as
the snow, wrinkled, but still erect, and
wearing patch over his left eye, asked
to see Horace fl. Lloyd.
"Tell me your business and I'll tell
you If you can see him." said Mrs.
Lloyd.
SCI am Bartholomew Frederick Lloyd, -
the man began, but Mrs. Lloyd waited
to hear no more. Her knees almost
refused to do their. duty as she tottered
toward her son, sleeping on the lounge,
and babe him see who it was would
speak with him.
"Don't you know your father, Fred
erick?" the old man asked.
T You are not my father" the son re,
Joined, making a motion as if to throw
him off the stoop. His mother stayed
his arfn. and in a few minutes the fog
was cleared-wife recognized husband
and son father. The sons JOY was eX-
tray4gant. The old man, weak from
recent sickness, was placed tenderly in
the best bed, and the sisters and their
children were summoned from their
homes to participate in the rejoicing.
Perhaps the least effusive in demon
STATIONS of JOY was the wife. Where is
the woman who can forget ,desertion?
Even though the years had been fruitful
for her, she could not wipe outthe mem
DRY that they had parted in expectation
of speedy reunion.
[ Bartholomew Frederick Lloyd had no
valid excuse to offer for his long neglect.
The truth about his parting with his son
was, the high-spirited boy ran away
from the train because his father in fit
of temper threw a sword at him that
nearly impaled him. The boy ran to
the trackless plain until night set in,
and then made his way back to Fort
Laramie, already 100 miles behind them.
The father, believing that he must have
persisted on the journey, ,mourned him
as dead, and in the depth of his grief
ilost his sense of duty toward his wife
and other children. He became willing
to be believed dead, and took no steps
to relieve his wife's anxieties. His hope
was that he would make lucky strike
at the diggings and take back money If
he failed to take back their boy. Twice
be started homeward with enough money
for present needs, and twice he was rob-
bed. He tried the Australia diggings
for while, but ill-luck stuck to him
like burr. Ten years ago he transfer
red his efforts to the diamond fields of
South Africa, but was again unsuccess-
full. He has not been willing to say
much about his African experiences, but
now and then he drops expressions that
lead to the belief that he became a per-
son of considerable consequence on the
Guinea coast. At all events, he has
very heavy watch and chain, which, he
says, were presented him for leading an
extensive caravan from Central to Nor
thern Africa. He was among the ro-
fugees who,. temporarily resident in
Cairo, were compelled to flee to the pro-
lection of thes British feet off Alexan-
dra when the present unpleasantness
was ripening. He was landed at Malta,
and made his way thence to Baltimore,
which he reached week ago. A Chi
cago directory contained the name
Horace Lloyd, and he journeyed hither,
hardly daring to hope that it was his
son, and fully persuaded that his wife
had long since joined the majority. His
welcome from his children was unaffect-
eddy joyful, and his wife hopes that she
may in time get used to believing him
alive. "He must tell me all about
where he has been, why he deserted me,
and whether he married again." she
says.-ChicGgo NeaOS.