The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-08-04

caused me ceaseless toll and anxiety.
Here, then, was the cause OF his
spelling my picture. He, too, recog-
nized the face on the canvas, and he
did not want those features 10 be
given TO the world. Tired Of Life
and father living a daughter for
gotten and forsaken. This, then,
was the motive OF his crime.
Ny father, she said, whom /
want TO see again. He was so good
10 me but ! left home for one who
has deceived me, and ! cannot face
my father now. But ] want to: /
want TO kiss him, 10 take his dear
hand and fall on my knees at his
feet and say, Take your Mary
home again, father, for she loves you
still. Forgive your Mary, father, for
she loves you more than ever now.
Oh, forgive me, dear. dear father?
"My heart was touched. i told
her TO rise to her feet again. i took
her by the hand and sat her down in
my chair. i had made up my mind
exactly what / would do. Glover
knew for which exhibition my picture
was intended. He evidently destroy
ed my work thinking ! should not be
able TO paint another in its place in
the time. Possibly, / argued TO my
self, he might have had his doubts,
azd i should not be surprieed IL on
the morrow he was there TO see
whether / had once more conveyed
his erring daughters face TO the can
vas.
II turned TO the weeping woman
and asked her name. II Was Mary
Glover, she said. Then / was right.
viii you meet me tomorrow
evening at o'clock at Charing Cross
Railway Station?' / asked; If you
will ] may be able To-
What do you mean?' she cried
excitedly.
L don't know yet. But, come
there at that time; and who knows
what may happenY
well, the poor girl went away.
| The morrow came, and with 1T the
opening OF the Exhibition Of pic
lures. My work took the town. 1t
was as | expected. / kept a sharp
! lookout and there was Glover among
the crowd. / shall never forget his
face when he saw that picture. He
only gave one glance at it, his face
went deadly pale and he flew from
the room. / pursued him through
! the streets to little by-turning of
! Hatton Garden. He entered a house
there, and soon ascertained that he
lived at this place. There was no
time to lose hired cab and got to
Charing Cross just as Big Ben was
Ginning the appointed hour. She
was there.
" Jump in-jump in,' / said. She
| obeyed me with trustful look. In
as careful way as could | told her
that | had found the whereabouts Of
her father. That ! thought that he,
too, was waiting to welcome her hack
10 his arms again. / shall never
forget that woman's face when she
heard those words. Her cheeks be-
came flushed, her eyes shone with
brightness.
"At last we reached the house.
The door was open, and bidding her
follow me up the creaky stairs we
reached the third floor, where the
door Of a back room was partially
open. / asked her to wait until /
called her. l peeped through the
door and there | saw the old man,
| holding in his hands the piece Of can
vas he had cut from my picture. He
raised it to his lips and kissed it. My
heart leaped, for that action told me
that my mission would not be in
vain.
II tapped quietly at the door,
Hurriedly saw him place the can
vas under a cloth on the table. With
trembling hand he pulled back the
door and he saw me standing there.
He could not speak. He stared at
me vacantly. / almost felt sorry for
hm-poor old fellow and all the
trouble he had given me seemed to
fade away. He was about to fall on
his knees, but | stayed him.
Never mind, Mr.. Glover, | said
as we'll as | could, for there was
great lump in my throat that made
it difficult for me to speak. Never
mind, / understand all
Thank God J the old man cried.
"The sound Of his voice must have
reached the ears of the one waiting
on the landing below. l heard her
hurrying footsteps up the stairs, and
at their tread the old man started.
He stood as one afraid to move, but
when he saw the form Of his child he
few out of the doorway and caught
her in his arms.
That's all, old fellow. | couldn't
tell you anything more--save that /
found the tears trickling down my
face just then. often hear from
them now. You are not surprised /
keep that old linen cuff, are you|-
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