Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-08-12

seeming to he fixed upon his face. To the
casual observer it would seem but one of
the white howers, it was so tiny but by
the aid OF the powerful magnifying glass
every feature was distinctly visible
Amazed, perplexed, Kershaw could but
gaze and wonder. Suddenly bethinking
himself, however he laid aside the picture
Went down to the beach, entered his boat
ana rowed quickly to the bay A minute
search revealed no trace Of his "lily maid, I"
nor signs OF human presence, save a few
marks In the sand, which might have been
those OF human feet or might have been
those of an animal
He was convinced, however, that he had
surprised some bathers, and one of
them had hidden herself among the lilies,
little dreaming that her face would be visi-
BILE in his picture. Returning to the house
he questioned his host as to the inhabitants
on that side of the lake, but found there
were no houses for miles She must have
been member of some picnicking party,
and there was no use Of further question
ing.
After that Kershaw's interest in pho
Biography began to wane, and in a short
time he returned to Chicago. He half
ruined his eyesight in impressng every
feature of the beautiful face upon his
minds eye, and began persistent search
for the original
year went by, and everybody, that is
among his friends, had come to notice the
quick, searching glance he would always
give every new face presented to his notice
lie had therefore always said he was too
busy to attend public gatherings, but now
he went everywhere. When he could get
NUN for fam l.,,r 1.
York and commissioned first class artist
to paint an enlarged copy of the photo
graph, cautioning him jealously to let no
one see the work until he himself had
viewed it,
Six months passed before he was again
in the city, then his first visit was to the
artist Van Alstynes studio. A cry of de-
lighted surprise escaped Kershaw's lips as
his eyes rested on the exquisite production.
Perfect perfectl' he cried, to the artists
unqualified satisfaction.
Every feature Of the cold looking photo
graph had been reproduced in living colors
and with marvellous faithfulness. But the
face was the masterpiece and Ronald's
heart throbbed with a lovers rapture as
he stood entranced before it.
What can say?" he asked after long
silence.
"That | have succeededY"
1T is marvellous Perfect How can l
ever repay your"
by letting me hang the picture at the
approaching art exhibition"
For an instant an indignant refusal trem-
bled on kershaw's lips. Then the thought
came, might not such a course result in |
the discovery Of the original lilly maidy'"
and he gave cordial consent to the plan. |
Then, having ascertained the exact date of
the exhibition, he gave one more long, low
ing glance at the sweet face and returned
to his tiresome lawsuits.
These he prosecuted with such vigor that
he found himself free in time to reach New
York the day Of the art opening. The pic |
ture had been given the most advantageous
position, and from the first attracted much |
attention.
have told how the scheme had been |
thus far failure OF all the thousands I
who had viewed it up to the last day no |
one had shown sign of recognition, no |
one had seemed to have ever seen it before. |
Disheartened and railing at himself for the |
fierce love he had come to own overmas-
tered his sense of judgment, Kershaw enter /
ed the gallery on the last day.
This should be the last attempt, he WAS |
firmly resolved. If today afforded no clew |
TO the mystery he would take the picture, /
go home and wait, trying by hard work to |
dull the pain of wasted affection The |
reader cannot be more disguised with the |
man Of law than he was himself. Why |
could he not have fallen in love in natu- |
raj way with some pretty girl of his ac-
quaintance, instead Of waiting all these |
years TO lose his heart over face so mys-
teriously produced by the camera?
He asked himself this last question many
times that day as he watched the surging
crowd, and was mentally pronouncng it
unanswerable when, as he was leaving the .
building, he slipped mt the top Of the steps
and came down most ungracefully at the
feet Of his lilly maid" Dazed by the dis
covery, he was gathering himself up slowly
when two pairs Of hands seized him and
quickly set him on his feet, while well
known voice exclaimed, "Now, Ronald, il
you are only blessed with broken bone of
some sort you can see this precious city"
"No broken bones, thank you, uncle"
he replied, shaking hands with the fine
looking elderly man who had spoken, and
also with younger man whom he called
Cousin John"
Aren't you going to speak to your
other cousinW demanded his uncle, indi-
eating the talr girl, who had been an
amused spectator of the scene.
"Other cousinW in bewildered tone.
"Well, not strictly so, because she be-
longs to my wife's side of the house Lois,
this is Ronald Kershaw, of whom you
have heard us speak so often. Miss Lois
Hunt. Ronald, by the way, we are just
going into the gallery to see a painting
which friend tells us has Lois face in it."
Turning Ronald re-entered the gallery
with his new found relatives and piloted
them at once to the pictures. 4 cry of sur
prise escaped Lois Hunts lips as she
scanned the scene.
81 was wondering where had seen you
BEFORE" was her only comment as she
turned to Ronald, "A laughing light in her
glorious eyes. THAT is the only time
was ever caught by camera"
THAT same instant enslaved the photog-
rapher," replied Ronald audaciously, and
he gathered hope for the future from the
fact that she blushed as she turned away
without speaking. Rye johnson in Pitts s
burg Bulletin.
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