The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1883-01-23

sHave you his address1' he asked
slowly.
81 can get it for you," the gentleman
answered. sour cashier has it, but be
is out at presents"
will you do me the favor OF sending
il to me as soon as possible 2"
"Certainly, sir"
50 Warren turned his steps homes
ward, his heart filed with a deep un-
controllsble sadness.
1t was evening when a messenger.boy
left at the door "a card for Lieutenant
Clyde, on which was written: "Franc;s
Temple-Gillam- court, Upstairs"
''I will go tomorrow morning." War.
|Ten murmured. 81 must see him %,
ence.'
SO it happened that instead Of the
handsome escort which Miss de Veau
had hoped would stop for her on Easter
morning, there came only basket ot
aowers, "with Lieutenant ClYde's com.
jpliments and best wishes for a happy
Easter"
While Miss Gertrude was kneeline
over the litany. brooding upon the lieu
tenants appearance, Warren wa:
making his way in an impatient moot
to No. - Gillian court
II was an obscure and odious street
but, in the clear sunlight, he detected
far off the sign of a gilded palette, OF
which the name oil Francis Temple wa
painted in script letters.
Upstsirs he went, and knocked at
door on which The same Bame appeared
over the simple word, "Studio."
In moment he was admitted by
white.haired man, who stopped grea
deal, and walked with an effort.
81 wish to see Mr.. Temple" Ware
said pleasantly.
"What did you say, sir p the old ma
inquired. "Excuse me, but l am vcr
deat."
81 wish to see Mr.. Temple" Ware
repeated in louder tone.
swat moment" the old man said
With childish trepidation. "My grand
daughter will see you "
At that instant side door opened
and lady entered the room
1t seemed to Warren Clyde that th
gates of heaven had unclosed, for it wa
Syhll Vincy who stood before him il
the same beauty and fairness that ha
made her his ideal in early boyhood.-
She seemed hardly day older, thoug
she was a stately woman of twenty eigh,
For moment they stood gazing a
each other in speechless astonishment
then with one bound Warren reache,
her side.
"At last, my love, at last!" he erie,
exultantly, and clasped her to his heart
"Warren-Warren Clyde!' she mur
INJURED, sis it really your
"Sybil, my darling ?" be cried, besid
himself with joy, "where have you hael
hiding all these years2 Oh, my love
my little sweetheart! I have searched
for you so long,"
81 never knew it," she answered, :"
thought you did not care for me; 70
how was l to know?"
"Not care fol. you!' he said passion
ately. "Sybil, I have loved J ou always
can never love any one but you, m
darling Tell me quickly promise me
dear, after all these years Of separation
you will not send me away! Will yor
marty me, dearest ?"
81 made VOW that I never woulG
marry any one but you, Warren" she
said simply. "But l cannot believe thi:
is really YOU"
Then, in an eager cjaculatory nara
tive. he told her the story OF the Easter
card, and how it had brought him to her
Svbil blushed vividly.
"This is my grandfather" she said
turning to present the feeble old mar
who stood at one side looking in pro
found wonder. '.His name is Francis
Temple, and l have made use OF hi:
identity to secure place in the world
1t is easier for man to get work than
a woman and his work is ALWAYS better
paid. So have signed my grandfather.
name to everything | have executed
have supported both him and myself BY
tainting drawing. designs "
"Blessed little brush !" Warren cried
lifting both her hands to his lips will
bis one strong arm. "You shall pain
for pleasure now. l am rich, Sybil =
Thank God l Can give you good home
my darling. 1t is waiting for you when
ever you will consent to come to It.
A month later Miss de Veau wa
thrown into mysteries by the reception
of on CAT home" card from Lieutenan
and Mrs Warren Clyde. 1t was rathe
shabby exchange, wasn't 1t, for th'
"suggestiva" card which she had sent a
Easter tide?