The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1884-03-15

They were now in the central part of the
city. As they approached the theater they,
found themselves borne along by the
crowding throng, up to the brilliantly il
Eliminated entrance, and on through into
the handsome auditorium, which was al
ready crowded.
The usher looked at them Doubt ully as
he took their tickets, which he examined
with great care.
Anthony Marshall would never have
thought of going to the opera in any other
than dreSs-coat.
His was of bottle-green cloth. The waist
line had been gradually rising, with his
increasing weight and size, during the
twenty years which had passed since it
was made, until now it gave his figure a
very peculiar proportion. The half circle
of fine gray hair, below his bald crown,
was brushed carefully from the back, so
that it just peeped overeach ear With his
glass in his eye, and his self-possessed,
gentle bearing, his appearance was most
quaint and unusual; and as he and the
misshapen, roughly-clad, handsome-faced
boy passed down through the brilliant au-
dience of elegantly dressed men and women
of fashion, to the very best seats in the
house, they attracted an attention which
even the ringing-in of the orchestra did not
divert from them.
The curtain rose, discovering Faust in
his lonejy.studio, victim of disappoint-
ment and despair.
Tim and Uncle Tony followed with bated
breath each note. When Marguerite at her
wheel was revealed to Faust, a hesitating,
anxious attention came into Anthony
| Marshall's face, and he took his glass from
his eye and wiped it carefully. As the
opera advanced and Marguerite sang "How
Strange tits to Me-" the old man grasped
| Tins g. m and whispered:
| isn't it like her, Tim? Isn't it like the
| daguerreotype?-eh, limp
Tim looked in a startled way, first at the
| old man and then at the stage, and replied
softly:
"Why, she Is some like it, sure; sure"
In the Jewel Scene" the old -man's sup
pressed excitement grew intense, and he
exclaimed in quavering whisper:
"Tim, if it isn't her, it is cruelty, cruelty
like her! And, Tim, it certainly, certainly
is her hand $50 like her mothers nand?'
The act closed with Marguerite at the
easement, and the old man rose in an I'M
steady way with:
Tim, Tint must have ARP and up
through the gay audience they went, Tim
leading now, and the old man following
with step almost as uneven as Tins.
They gained the street. The old man,
after drawing a long breath, dropped his
head upon his breast and remained several
minutes in deep reflection. Then slowly
raising his drawn white face to Tim, he
said:
81 believe we have seen Sara, Tim. 1
cannot bear this suspense. must go to the
Grand Hotel and know the truth-the truth,
| Tim-to-nightW
They stepped inside the theater as Mar
guerite was rising from her pallet of straw.
Then her voice, full of heartbrolen anguish
and passion Of love, rang out in agonized
pathos.
! With trembling hands the old man adj
| justed his glass, grasped the door for sup.
| and in n ngZa1 pYnltatjOn tTnuDb-
lingly whispered:
''Co1ne, Tim, come! 1t is Sara! 1t mast
be her!"
As they were hurrying along, the old
man stopped suddenly, as if he had been
dealt blow. They were in the shadow of
great building, and Tim could not see his
face, but there were tears in his voice as he
said:
'Tim, she has never come for me, and
perhaps His voice failed him for mo-
ment, but he cleared his throat bravely and
continued: perhaps would-rather
not find me, Tim!"
snow, l don't believe that, Uncle TonyP'
said Tim, stoutly. 81 bet she has looked
for you all over. Why, its seven years
since you came from New Yorkw
"BuL she never wrote, Tim"
"Maybe the letters got lost. Lots Of let.
tiers get lost, you knowW
"Perhaps-Anyway l must be certain
about it all. And then if''-- He stopped
and, after moment, said in a gentle and
resigned tone: at will be a comfort, Tim
even if l should never see her but this
once"
They had been waiting but a few mo.
ments, just inside the door of the ladies'
entrance of the Grand Hotel, when the car.
riages began to arrive. Several parties
passed in. Then she came, leaning on the
arm of her escort, followed by her maid.
| The fragrance of the flowers in her hand
touched the old mans face. The down on
her cloak brushed his hand as he stood in
the shadow. He did not stir until she had
swept quite by him. Then he followed her
quickly. Not until she had reached her
apartment could he command himself
Then, stepping forward, pale and tremb-
ling, he said softly:
I-am-Anthony Marshall"
She started back, poised an instant on
one foot, and then, springing forward with
a wild glad cry, she reached out her beau
tiful arms, and clasped the old man to her
strong young breast, exclaiming:
81 knew kRetg | should sometime find
my little father [ told Sir William so
Dear, dear heart would rather have you
my little father, than all of England yes
yes, yes than all the world!"
Ever after, this great songstress and this
little, radiant old man were inseparable
near them, too, was loyal, loving Tim and
his triangle while mother" less particu
lar, mellowed by opulence, but still alert
as to values, stood like rock between al
the world and Anthony MarshalPs daugh
ter.-ABtOiBette Van H0eSen, IN ChicGg
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