Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1899-03-19

hne udS SHE'LL HedHacne t0-daF, and would rather not give me her last sit- ting"
 The stress he laid on the word lasts disarmed Lady Siivertown's suspicious, and he took his leave. to make his way home to Camden Town, walking on air.
 Arrived at his garrett his heart sank within him. Camden Town seemed a long way from Park lane.
 In thinking oyes, 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. bis 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 beaf1tiful woman wonderfully painted by master hand.
 The eyes had seemed to Ieek out e4ss e4s the canvas at him with a IovinA gaze, and he remembered well how he had kissed t4e full. smiling lips, crying .'MotherW to the painted representa- ton.
 He remembered how his father, hear. ing his cry, had rushed into the studio, and for the first and last time had laid hands upon him h anger, seizing him by the shoulders and throwing him Yio- lent1y across the room, so that he struck his head against the easel with Il blow that stunrad him.
 He recalled his awakening sensations how he found his father hanging over his bed, with white, scared face, wrlnging his hands and crying, T have killed him. have killed my boyr'
 '.Poar old governor, Tam afraid he was bit off his head" murmured Jack, as he pondered over these old memories. q wonder what he did with that picturel0
 Then came memory of q glimpse through 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 knifes seraped carefully.
 There was picture below the rough
 Landscapes!
 Stimulated by this discovery, Jack went eagerly to work, and in the course of a few hours he removed the upper painting entirely
 By Millais!' he gasped, as the fam- iliar initial of the master appeared in the corner.
 He gazed long and lovingly at tha face. He knew by it's likeness to him- self that this was his mother, this beautiful woman.
 Hastily wrapping up the picture. ha carried it off to MT. Broadbean, to seek bis advice as to the completion of it's cleaning.
 Ar. Broadbean was in his shop Ha greeted Jack with q friendly nod.
 T want you to look at q picture for me MT Broadbean.
 Chuck upv' replied Mir. Broadbean4 affably.
 Jack cut the string and threw back the paper.
 Its the missing Millaisl" eiaculated MT. Broadbean, starting back
 Excuse me" replied Jack, politely; 'it is q Millais.'
 
 that picture these twenty years, So has every picture dealer in England,s Mir. Broadbean "And you say it is your father?s
 s.William Chatteris, landscape paint. CT"
 Mr. Broadbean raised his glasses with shaking hand. He looked at the picture, then at Jack.
 |. ed You say that your father was William Chatteris, the landscape paint er2" he added aloud.
 Yes"
 .sIs your mother still aliveY'
 "She died when I was baby' "Are you certain that this Is her DOT. trait?''
 "Quite"
 Mir. Broadbean leaned his face in his hands for some seconds then he spoke. .See here, MT. Chatteris," he said, q do not wish to pry into any of you fam. fly affairs, but will tell you the his. tory of this portrait It was painted thirty years ago by Millais. The lady IS the duchess of Wessex, and Is still-a "Alive?" gasped Jack.
 "Yes; still alive. The duke of Wes. sex, 1t is said, was an exceedingly ec- centric and jealous man, and the mar. riage was an unhappy one. After violent quarrel he disappeared, to- gether with his infant son and this DOT. trait of his wife. The police have had the case in hand for years. and every picture dealer in the world has been told to look out for the missing Mill lais,' as 1t is called in the profession. If that lady is your mother she will probably call on me in ten minutes to look at that there Constable. If you are her son I hope your grace will break it to her as gently as possible that you are the duke of Wessex." Hold on, Mir. Chatteris, for heavens sake! Here she isr'
 An elderly lady was descending from 3 carriage which had just drawn up a, the door.
 Jack stood rooted to the ground. She was beautiful lady. with the