Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-09-22

PHNsbE READING WHILE HEX FATHER NRoTE.
my arrangements. 1hane White was in
California then. He was a third or fourth
cousin of your mothers, a worthless Great
ure, but we helped him on account of his
distant relationship"
Phoebe, reading while her father wrote,
inquired at once:
isn't Thorney my brother, theni'
mo; Thorney is Thames son. Your
mother was kind to the miserable little
soul. We kent him with US; his father was
brutal to him. gave Thane employment
for several years. He bore bad name
when he came to the coast, and was prob
ably worse than knew ;but we could hardly
shake him Off Inever imagined then that
he would separate my child from me and
finally shoot me. Your mother had known his
wife in the States, poor, detected young
woman who died early; and the boy Thorn
ey was only half-witted. When read in
your note how Thane had used YOU, it
seemed as If had never suffered before in
my life! And you forced to appeal to a
stranger while your father lived The sight
of him filed me with such fury don't
know what might have doue If he had not
shot,
~'t Does ne look as he used to, father9"
scarcely noticed knew it was Thane
White. The muscles of his face look ex-
posed, and twitched."
1t must have been you he meant when
he told me there was somebody in the neigh
borhood he wanted to avoid"
If he saw me as l ordinarily go he did
not recognize me tonight until I turned on
him. What did he do with YOU when he
landed in the Statesl"
HE must have put Thorney and me in
that orphan asylum at Pittsburgh. He has
been in prison often. Did you know that,
father!"
Eyes, hunted him up behind the bars,
and he repeated to me on oath that you
were dead, You were lost overheard at
sea. ] sent him from Virginia City a week
before intended to start, to take passage
for us on an isthmus steamer. MAY be l
gave him enough money to make it a
temptation. May be the idea came into his
head suddenly, and he carried it out, in
tending to make me pay him well for re-
storing you. It is hard to read all the
motives Of man like Thane White. Aft
erwards he found was poor, and dropped
you where 1t was most convenient, reveng-
ing himself for his disappointment by de-
claring you were dead. He went over to
San Francisco and engaged passage two
days ahead of the time I wanted to sail.
Then he delivered my letter to the lady
who had you in charge; she was friend of
your mother'a, asked her to have you
ready against came for you. Thames boy
L kept him at the same place-and you
were allowed to go on the street with
Thane. You were about three years old.
He never brought you back. The family
sent for me. We found he had sailed
with you, and believe he took no nurse.
could not discover what vessel brought him
to New York; and he said you were lost
overheard between the isthmus and that
port. spent months tracking him, and,
finally, letter from him, which had fol-
lowed me around, brought news of your
death. never believed it until 1 saw him
in prison, and he swore it to me without
having anS conceivable object in doing so.
May be was more readily disheartened
than when your mother lived"
"Father," wrote Phoebe on the tablets,
tive seem so well acquainted. My heart
ached so about you the night we took you
that maple sugar that could hardly endure
it. Do l look ut all like used tog'
EYES," he wrote in reply. :iFrom the
day of your birth your face was very dis
tinctlY marked. Team see your baby face in
your features yet"
Psyche Fawcett is my own cousin, isn't
Bhel"
Eyes. And she must divide with you.
There was another thing which struck me
like convicticu before could be certain.s I
saw you standlng before my portrait, and