The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-08-14

worked on them till | am happy to
say that we have had them recognized,
and, what is better still, they have
been paid
"Then you mean there's money COM
in to me?" asked the old woman
eagerly.
LET me see" said Mr.. Mitchell, pre-
tending to consult a memorandum
book. Eyes. All, here it is, Mrs. Su-
san Cooper. $685.. The odd figures oc-
cur because of the deductions for costs
of collection"
You mean I'm to get over S2OO?"
cried Mrs. Cooper, now greatly excited.
That's what the gent said, mum, .
interjected the girl, speaking for the
hrst time. "Sit down. Don't hop up
soon as you hear of little money
coming to you. You act as though you
never saw 5000 in your life"
True enough" said the old woman.
cts many a day since I've had that
much in lump. When do get it?"
shall we say tomorrow" suggested
Mr.. Mitchell. "There will be some
papers to sign, and then you can have
the amount due you. Shall call here.
or can you come to our Officer"
II wouldn't put you to the trouble
of calm again, sir Just tell me where
to go. and I'll be there on time" The
old lady was quite affable now, and
Mr.. Mitchell was pleased with his sue
cess. He had not only well accounted
for his present visit. but he had ar
ranged an opportunity to meet Mrs.
Cooper alone under such circumstances
as would make it possible for him to
catechise her. He therefore handed
her the address of his own solicitors
and asked her to meet him on the fol
lowing day at IL O'clock Then he
turned to the girl.
Pardon me, Miss Cooper. but YOU
bear a great resemblance to very
beautiful little actress who calls her
self The Lily of the Valley Have
you ever been told so before?'
''Have ! heard look like the Lily?
Well, | should SMILE said she, laugh
ing, but evidently pleased at the neat
compliment. why, I'm The Lily of
the Valley myself. My name amt
Cooper. This is my foster mother
My names Lillian Vale.''
''Oh. | beg your pardon!' said Mr..
Mitchell. But, having seen you OH
the stage, ! could not but notice what
seemed to lie such very remarkable
likeness. hope you will excuse my
making such a mistake"
ooh, you're all right. 1 don't mind
hNs, al,
/ know it myself? Don't you suppose
l peep at M face in the glass once in
awhile? Well, reckon!'
Undoubtedly you need no one to tell
you of your beauty" said Mr.. Mitchell,
observing her fondness for flattely.
well, [ amt very homely; that's
fact. But, | say, it's funny you knew
ne. I'm made up on the stage. new
er met you before, did I?''
Mr.. Mitchell thought this an opportu-
nifty to play trick upon her as a test.
She assuredly was entirely unsus-
picious of his real motives. His words
were:
ooh. 10 But I have seen a photo
graph of YOU that my friend MIR. Mora
has
The experiment was devoid of re.
suits, except that it seemed to prove
that she did not know the name. This
seemed very probable, because, how
ever we'll oae may be able to conceal
ones thoughts and feelings, all human
beings when taken by surprise must
lack perfect self control What she
said was:
'NIr. Mora? Who is he? l never
heard of him. If he's got my picture,
you can bet your life l never gave it
to him. He must have bought it, the
gilly! But, then, the woods are full of
them"
did you never hear the name be-
fore?" asked Mr.. Mitchell, reluctant to
admit what seemed certain.
"Let me see." said the girl thought
fully. mora. Seems familiar too.
Mora! Mora! Where did hear that
name? oh, hully gee! Why. that's
the name of the old fellow that was
killed by his son, wasn't it?'
"You are right Some persons still
believe that my friend Matthew Mora
killed his father. But assure you he
is innocent"
swell, l hope so for your sake.
Wouldn't be nice to have your friend
sit in the electric chair would it?
Ugh! Let's change the subject 1t
makes me shiver. must be going any
way
'7Fhat reminds me that am over
staying my business" said Mr.. Mitch
ell "But if you are walking would be
pleased to accompany you as far as we
60 together
"All right. Come along. I'm going
across town. Well, by-by, mum. See
you again on Monday if Pm alive.
Goodby."
She stopped and kissed the old wo-
man, who looked eagerly at Mr.. Mitch
ell and said:
"1'll be at the Office in the mornin.
It's sure I'll get the money!
Absolutely sure, madam. l will see
you tomorrow. Good morning.
Mr. Mitchell and Lillian Vale walked
along through the crowded thorough