Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1899-03-23

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 That's just what I told mamma" inteIposed Miss Silvertown, with a divine smile.
 At this moment there came a sound of footsteps in the passage. Tn a sec ond Miss SilyertoWn's handkerchief was in her pocket. while the voice of lack Chatteris was raised i'll favorable criticism of the nest hopeless of spur ious old masters.
 Lady Silvertown entered the room "cleared fer action" as Jack afterward aptly summed up her appearance.
 Armed with tie knowledge that his May loved him, he grew weary and de- clined battle.
 "Er-Nfiss Silvertown tells me that she has a slight headache to-day, and would rather not give me her last sit ting"
 The stress he laid on the word Hast" ilisarmed Lady SilYertoWn's suspicious, and he took his leave, to make his way home to Camden Town, walking on air.
 Arrived at his garret his heart sank within him. Camden Town seemed 8 long way from Park lane.
 Tn thinking over the future he thought of the past; of his father who had died some years since, an unsuc- cessful, eccentric, struggling artist; of his mother, who, his father told him, died soon after he was born.
 One memory aWoke another, till in his mind he identified his mother with a picture that used to lean with it's face against the wall of his fathers studio.
 He remembered how on his sixth birthday he had turned this canvas around to the light, revealing the face of a beautiful woman wonderfully painted by a master hand.
 The eyes had seemed to look out of the canvas at him with a loving gaze4 and he remembered well how he had kissed the full, smiling lips, crying "Motherw to the painted representa- tion.
 He remembered how his father, hear. ing his cry, had rushed into the studioi and for the first and last time had laid hands upon him in anger, seizing him by the shoulders and throwing him vio- lently across the room, so that ha struck his head against the easel with B blow that stunned him.
 He recalled his awakening sensations how he found his father hanging over his bed, with a white, scared face, his hands and crying, T have killed him! have killed my boyw
 Poor old governor, Tam afraid he was bit off his head" murmured Jack, as he pondered over these old memories. "I wonder what he did with that picture?"
 Then cane a memory of a glimpse through a half-opened door as he lay in bed sick and dazed from the blow. His father had the picture on the easel and had painted quickly over it.
 Jack rose and strode over to q pile of old sketches that lay against the wall.
 One of these he selected without he's itation, and, taking his palette knife, scraped carefully
 There was a picture below the rough
 landscape!
 Stimulated by this discovery, Jack vent eagerly to work, and in the course of a few hours he removed the upper painting entirely.
 By NIiIlaisg he gasped, as the fam- liar initial of the master appeared in the corner.
 He gazed long and lovingly at tho face. He knew by it's likeness to him, self that this was his mother, this beautiful woman.
 Hastily wrapping up the picture, he carried it off to MT. Broadbean, to seek his advice as to the completion of its 
 MT. Broadbean was in his shop. He greeted Jack with q friendly nod.
 q want you to look at a picture for me MT. Broadbean.'
 Chuck up!" replied MT. Broadbean, affably.
 Jack cut the string and threw back the paper.
 Its the missing Millaisw calculated MT. Broadbean, starting back.
 Excuse me- replied Jack, politely; 'it is a Millais."
 "Why, I've been on the lookout for that picture these twenty years! So has every picture dealer in England" answered MT. Broadbean. And you say it is your father?"
 ''William Chatteris, landscape paint, CT"
 Mir. Broadbean raised his glasses with shaking hand. He looked at the picture, then at Jack.
 "A wonderful likeness" he murmur- ed. You say that your father was William Chatteris, the landscape paint err" he added aloud
 'EYes."
 'Is your mother still alive?"
 'She died when I was a baby"
 Are you certain that this is her DOT. trait?"
 Quite"
 Mr. Broadbean leaned his face in his hands for some seconds; then he spoke.
 See here, MT. Chatteris,' he said, T d.. -s-l. A.. ...L