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address," he asked s,osn,y.

with a look of Interrogation. That was
he-yes And 1t must be Sybil! He said
80, though the girls face was turned
aside, and only a shadowy glimpse of her
profile was discernible.
Who was the artist? 1t must be some
one who had known Sybil, someone who
had witnessed their parting that Christ
mas-tlde.
The thoughts and suggestions that
crowded Warren's brain seemed to set 1t
on fire. When the hands OF the clock
were pointing to- eleven, Warren had put
on his overcoat and was ready to go out.
"Can you tell mt, SIR" Warren asked
OF the senior partner, "who is the author
of this design? I have taken a fancy to
1t, and would like to know the artists
name"
eyes" was the prompt reply, "that is
one Of our prize cards. 1t was drawn by
Mr.. Temple"
Have you his address2" he asked
slowly.
~ can get 1t for you" the gentleman
answered. "Our cashier has it, but he is
out at present.
"Will you do me the favor Of sending it
to me as soon as possible2"
"Certainly, sir''
So Warren turned his steps homeward.
1t was evening when a messenger-boy
left at the door card for Lieutenant
Clyde, on which was written, " Francis
Temple, -Gillam-court, Upstairs"
al will go tomorrow morning." Warren
murmured. II must see him at once"
Meanwhile he arranged that Miss de
Veau should receive, on Christmas morn
Ing, a basket of flowers, "with Lieutenant
Clyde's compliments and best wishes for
Merry Christmas"
1t was an obscure and odious street in
which he found himself on Christmas
morning, but, in the clear sunlight, he
detected afar off the sign of little gilded
palette, on which the name of Francis
Temple was painted in script letters.
Upstairs he went and knocked at q
door on which the same name appeared
over the simple word, "Studio,"
In o moment he was admitted by .
white-headed man, WHO stopped a greD.
deal, and walked with an effort,
II wish to see Nr. Temple"
! WIZ did yoH s:.y, chi" the old man
inquired. Excuse me, but am very deaf =
81 wish to see Mr.. Temple" Warren
repeated In louder tone.
"Wait moment" the old man said
with childish trepidation. my grand
daughter will see you"
At that instant a side door opened, and
q lady entered the room.
1t seemed to Warren Clyde that the
gates of heaven had Enclosed, for 1t was
Sybil Whey who stood before him.
For moment they stood gazing at each
other in speechless establishment, then
with one bound Warren reached her side
"At last, my love, at lastr he cried
exultantly, and clasped her to his heart.
"Warren-Warren Clydew she muir
mered, " is it really your"
"Sybil, my darling" he cried, beside
himself with Joy, "where have you been
hiding all these yearsp Oh, my love, 1
have searched for you so long"
II never knew il" she answered; II
thought you did not care for me. for how
was to know"
mot care for you" he said passion
ately. "Sybil, have loved you always.
Will you marry me, dearest?"
81 made vow that / never would
marry anyone but you, Warren" she
said simply. But 1 cannot believe this
is really you"
Then, in an eager ejaculatory narrative,
he told her the story of the Christmas
card and how it had brought him to her.
Sybil blushed wildly.
This is my grandfather" she said.
His name Is Francis Temple, and
l have made use of his identity to Sc
cure place in the world. 1t Is easier
for man to get work than for a woman
and his work Is always better paid. So