The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1884-03-13
easement. and the old man rose in an nm.

easement, and the old man rose in an un.
steady way with:
Tim, Tint must have air.n and up
through the gay audience they went, Tim
leading now, and the old man following
with step al IOSt as uneven as Tins.
They gained the street. The old man,
after drawing q 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:
Il. believe we have seen Sara, Tim. i
cannot bear this suspense. must go to the
Grand Hotel and know the truth-the truth,
| Tim-to-night"'
They stepped inside the theater as Mar.
guerite was rising from her pallet of straw.
| Then her voice, full of heartbroken anguish
and passion of love, rang out in agonized
pathos.
! With trembling hands the old man ad.
| justed his glass, grasped the door for sup.
port, and, in a dazed exultation, tremb.
lingly whispered:
''Come, Tim, come! 1t is Sara! 1t must
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 a mo.
ment, but he cleared his throat bravely and
continued: 'Perhaps-she-woul
/ not find me, Tim"
snow, 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 Yorkn
| "But she never wrote, Tim"
''Maybe the letters got lost. Lots of let
| tiers get lost, YOU know!'
"Perhaps-Anyway 1 must be certain
about it all. And then if"- He stopped,
and, after moment, said in gentle and
resigned tone: SIT will be comfort, Tim,
even if l should never see her but this
| once.o
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 kRelC l should sometime find
my little father! l 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 a rock between all
the world and Anthony Marshall's daugh
ter.-Ant0inette Van HOeSeR, in Chicago
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