Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-11-05
"My queen went into exile, mother.

and can not transfer my allegiance.
"Roy!" cried the clear, merry voic
of Rose Brandon-"Roy, have yo,
given up paintingP You used to be 81
ambitious. Only a year ago, 1 remem
ber, you were enthusiastic about SOM
picture that was to bring you fame
What has become of itP Are you al
artist no longerP'
put it on exhibition. My mother ha
it in the library. have never painte,
since," said Roy, gravely.
A kind of chill fell on the company
Instinctively they felt. they were OF
dangerous ground Even the beauty
happy voice took softer tone as sh,
questioned gently:
May we see the picture, RoyP'
He rose without word and led tn,
way to the library, the guests all fol
lowing, led by Rose Brandon, Last o
all came Mrs. Livingstone, with he
old friend, Mrs. Gray, a fair, sad wo
man with silver hair.
Mrs. Gray was a great invalid; al
unconquerable grief had preyed upol
her heart for years and broken dow
her fragile body. She leaned heavil,
on Mrs. Livingstone's arm.
"What is this picture?' she asket
| her.
1.-The portrait of one whom / reare,
and loved as my own child, and whom
we unaccountably lost, owing to an un
happy misunderstanding. She was
lovely creature and was to have beel
Roy's wife. Sometimes | fear he viii
never marry now"
BY this time they had reached tn
library. Of the many paintings OF
the walls, one only was concealed b,
a heavy curtain; Roy drew the Grim
son folds aide.
An exclamation from Mrs. Gray an,
Rose Brandon, and murmur of adj
miration from all the rest, bore wit
ness to the lovelness of the image tha
was disclosed.
Mrs. Grey pressed forward eagerly
her weakness seeming for the time for
gotten.
The portrait of graceful girl, fai
as a lily flower; the lovely wistfu
eyes, with world of loving tender
ness in their midnight depths, lookin,
out from face of exquisite beauty
but as ivory, clear and pale; a tender
dimpling smile upon the scarlet lips,
trailing spray of scarlet blossoms il
the blue-black hair, soft and glossy a
the ravens wing-a simple robe O
white, and on one lovely snowy arm
curious golden bracelet. This wa
all.
Mrs. Grey stood like one entranced
her agitation visible to ALL Her deli
cate hands were tightly locked to
gether, her breath came in quic
gasps.
"How liker' she murmured; ''hoy
strangely like! In heavens name, VIII
is sheP"
"My adopted daughter" Mrs. Liy
ingstone replied, for Roy had turne
aside in silence, overcome by the sigh
of the beauty he had loved and lost
''Twelve years ago | took her-the
five years old-from a poor old fisher
man down on the beach, three or fou
miles away. He had rescued her fro,
the sea on the night of a great storm
two years before, and had cherishe
and cared for her tenderly; but iindin
sickness and old age fast robbing hir
of his health and strength, he sough
to find a friend for his little girl in me
"Imagination can not picture any
thing lovelier than the child was then
loved her at first sight, an
had loved her always. | adopt
ed, educated her, and brought he
up as my own. have the clothes sh
! wore when she was fOun6 but thoV fuI
nish no clew to her parentage, but o
her arm, clasped firmly above the el
bow, was bracelet; it fits her slendc
wrist now; you see she wears it in tn
portrait; upon it is a single word-th