Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1886-02-11
/" Hnre uou his ndGl.ess,' he asked slo,oly.

Hare you his address," he asked slo'cly.
with a look of interrogation. That was
he-yes! And it must be Sybil! He said
SO, though the girls face was turned
aside, and only shadowy glimpse OF her
profile was discernible.
Who was the artist? 1t must be some
one who had known Sybil, someone who
t had witnessed their parting that Christ
mas tide.
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 me, SIR" Warren asked
| Of the senior partner, "who Is the author
of this design? l have taken 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 address?" he asked
slowly.
- can get 1t for you" the gentleman
answered. "Our cashier has 1t, but he is
out at present"
"Will you do me the favor Of sending ii
to me as soon as posslble?'
"Certainly, Sir"
So Warren turned his steps homeward
1t was evening when a meSsengcr-boy
left at the door card for Lieutenant
| Clyde on which was written. " Francis
| Temple, -Gllam-court. Upstairs"
! 81 will 90 tomorrow morning, Warner
murmured. IL must see Kim at once.
| Meanwhile he arranged that Miss de
| Veau should receive, on Christmas morn
| ing, a basket of flowers, "with Lieutenant
| Clydes compliments and best wishes Tor
a 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 of the sign of a little glded
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 a moment he was admitted by q
Iwhite-headed man, who stopped q great
deal, and walked with an effort.
~ wish to see Mr.. Temple"
What did you say, eh?" the old man
inquired. Excuse me, but am very deaf. "
Il wish to see MI Temple" Warren
repeated in a louder tone.
"Wait moment" the old man said
with childish trepidation. my grand
|
At that instant side door opened, and
lady entered the ROOM.
1t seemed to Warren Clyde that the
gates Of heaven had Enclosed, for 1t was
Sybil Vincy who stood before him.
For a moment they stood gazing at each
other in speechless establishment, then
with one bound Warren reached her side.
AT last, my love- at last!' he cried
| exultantly, and clasped her to his heart.
warren-Warren Clydew she muir
mered, lis 1t really your"
"Sybil my darling" he cried, beside
himself with Joy. "where have you been
| hiding all these years2 Oh, my love, I
have searched for you so long"
~ never knew it," she answered; 81
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 q vow that / never would
marry anyone but you, Warren" she
said simply. But / 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
| have made use Of his identity to Sc
cure place in the world. 1t Is easier
for man to get work than for woman
and his work is always better paid. So