The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-08-05
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| WONldu q lace, Win VIDE open, OAIk eyes,
hooking light in their depth, their gaze
seeming to be fixed upon his face To the
casual observer it would seem but one OF
the white flowers, 1t was 50 tiny, 0f by
the aid Of the powerful nagnifying 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
and rowed quickly TO the bay. A minute
search revealed no trace of his lilly maid. :"
nor signs of human presence, save 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-
bic 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 short
L1L1c HC AcIuIucQ 10 SuICdSo- A1o ue.1i
ruined his eyesight in impressing every
feature Of the beautiful face upon his
minds eye, and began q persistent search
for the original.
A 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.
He had therefore always said he was too
- 1-,%
he went everywhere. When he could get
away for few days he ran over to New
York and commissioned first class artist
to paint an enlarged copy of the photo
graph, cautionipg him jealousy 70 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 Alstyne's studio. A cry Of de-
lighted surprise escaped Kershaw's lips as
his eyes rested on the exquisite production.
Perfect perfectp' 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 say2" be asked after long
silence.
THAT have succeeded"
sit is marvellous. Perfect. How can
ever repay you?'
''By letting me hang the picture at the
approaching art exhibition.
For an instant al indignant refusal trem-
bled on Kershaw's lips. Then the thought
came, might not such a course result in
the discovery of the original lily maidr
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
who had viewed it up to the last day no
one had shown a 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 &C
qualntance, instead Of waiting all these
years to lose his heart over a face so my5-
teriOUsly produced by the camerap
He asked himself this last question many
times that day as he watched the surging
crowd, and was mentally pronouncing it
unanswerable when as be was leaving the
building, he slipped at 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, if
you are only blessed with broken bone Of
some sort you can see this precious city"
mo 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 70 your
other cousin" demanded his uncle, indi
eating the fair girl, who bad been an
amused spectator Of the scene.
'Other cousinf" 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 a friend tells as has Lois face in II"
Turning, Ronald re-entered the gallery
with his new found relatives and ploted
them at once to the pictures. cry of sur
prise escaped Lois Hunts lips SIS she
scanned the scene.
II was wondering where l had seen you
before" was her only comment as she
turned to Ronald. 2 laughing light in her
glorious eyes. That is the only time ]
was ever caught by q camera"
THAT same instant enslaved the photog-
rapher," replied Ronald audacioUsiy, and
he gathered hope for the future from the
fact that she blushed as she turned away
without spealdng.-Rye johnson in Pitts
burg Bulletin.
Hair Turned White from Excitement