The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1896-01-10

A. Stanton were arrested as he was
about mounting the stairway leading
10 his own apartments.
"Come in here a minute, will you"
called Jack in a tone of mild despair,
and tell me what's the matter with
this portrait I've bothered with the
thing so long it has lost all semblanos
Of humanity to me-"
BOyden stepped in, placed himself
knowingly in good light, and starred
at his friends canvas. It bore an IN
finished portrait, the life-size head Of
a young girl.
"Pretty hair" he remarked senten-
tiOusly.
"But what in thunder is the matter
with it?" cried Huyler petuIantly. II
can't make it look" and here he
paused consciously, with a somewhat
color.
"Cant make it look hOw?"
anyhow" answered Jack, shortly.
"Flatters the original, I wouldn't
wonder" said the willy Boyden.
"Hal perhaps it does" said Jack with
q hollow laugh. "Here, my friend, 4"
and he slid the photograph out from
beneath the canvas, "lOok at this pic
ture, then on that, and tell me if mine
begins to do the photograph even half
justice"
SIT is a fine face, a remarkable face,
unused the diplomatic BOyden, gazing
at it.
81 would give," quoth Jack, shalt my
fortune to find the original of that face
She is remarkable girl, a girl in a
thousand, you may depend" and he
lovingly cleared the pictured face OF
an infnitesimal speck Of dust.
"Then you don't know the originate
Huyler shook his head, but bent a
keen glance upon his friend. $40
yOu?" said he.
"Never saw it before in my life,
said Boyden impertubably, shut
think I know who's the photographer
"Well9' said Jack, in breathless mon
osyllable.
"Reese, of New York"
"Why do you think so?"
"Know his STYLE" said Boyden with
a yawn, removing his hands from his
pockets and preparing to depart.
SIT is a peculiar STYLE" said Jack
with fine show Of Indifference as he
scrutinized it; "the features so clear
and the outlines so shadowy. II
rather like it."
BOyden made no reply as he saun.
tered from the room, but his always
open countenance was adorned with a
broad smile.
In the hush that followed his de-
parture, the shrek Of the wind rose
loud at the window castings, and With
its wild gust came the tapping OF
myraid rain fingers at the pane. Jack
hat ed rain like a cat, but he was al
ready getting into his coat and figur,
ing on the earliest returns from the
New York mail ss he sbsentiy took hat
and umbrella from the wardrobe
There was no time to be lost. He had
long ago determined that the sweet
girlish face, full Of tender, womanly
grace though it was, was not the face
Of wife; but even now a sutton might
be kneeling at her feet. His own entry
upon the lists must not be delayed al
any hazard; he would seek her out
somehow, and it would be veni vidi vic
over again, but with a new joy to the
winner, for
None knew me but to love me,
None named me but 70 praise"
muttered Jack with a sardonic grin, a,
he fought his way through the storm
while turbid streams in the gutter
guFgled and gasped along beside him
to the nearest express Office. His owl
powers of fascination sometimes struci
him with a grim sense Of humor, anC
yet, the face Of the girl in the rose
lighted room was not one TO be lightly
won. Well, time would tell. There
fore he set his dripping umbrella care
fully in the rack at the express Office
and requested a New York directory
He would have walked seven time
srouRd the city rather than ask Boy
den, the seOffer, for Reese's address. [
his search failed no one would be thu
wiser.
"Rs-Reb- Rec" yes, this vas sure
~ it. There could be but one Rees,
who pursued the calling Of artistic
photography. and here he was, glanced
down the remaining names to maxi
dOubly sure, snapped the big bOol
loudly together with nod Of thanks
and retrsced his way hOmewsrd, tn
wind bowling unheaFd. A half hou-
later the clemeney Of Mr.. Reese wa
thus invoked: