The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-07-13
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Faith With enthusiasm. She knew the
famous studio which the richest people
in the city patronized, and she had
even been out to it twice to solicit or
ders, but each time had failed to get
anything. 1t was an ideal place, and
she could not help wondering if Ra-
leigh knew anything of her experience
there.
Miss Varney is niece of my wife,"
said Raleigh. smiling at Faith again.
Suppose, instead of writing you let
ter of introduction, go out there with
you and introduce you in person."
THAT would be beautiful" cried
Faith. Then she grew suddenly Shy
again and gazed at the artist half fear
fully, as if she felt she might have
trespassed somewhat on her knowl
edge of his old time affection for her
mother.
Raleigh seemed to read her thought.
"My dear girl he said, with smile
that set Faiths mind forever at rest,
perhaps you know that once thought
very much of your mother, but she
gave her heart to better man, for
which | have never reproached her
How the years have gone since them"
He was silent suddenly, and his face
grew thoughtful LET us see. We
| shall have time to get out there this
afternoon am at your service. Good
| by to the kitchen and welcome the
vocation you are fitted for. At the
same time, envy the people you are
20
the cook your mother used to be-" He
| laughed so delightfully."- that Faith join
ed him, and neither of them heard a
step in the other room and did not
know any one had come in until NAL
com Stanley stood at the entrance gaZ-
ing at them.
Raleigh had risen and had laid his
palette and brushes down. At sight
of Stanley he exclaimed, "Come in,
young giant, and let me introduce
some one you ought to know"
4 Malcolm came slowly forward, look
ing at Faith, who had risen. Each OF
them was evidently excited at what
was now evident to them both.
Miss Kirk said Raleigh, with an
emotion he did not try to conceal, this
is Mr.. Stanley = Malcolm Stanley :
whose likeness have so faithfully re-
produced on the canvas there"
Malcolm and Faith faced each other
in silence, and then Faith put out her
hand
will you shake hands with a hired
girl, Mr.. Stanley, for fathers sake?"
she said half shyly, half in the manner
she had inherited from Malcolm Kirk.
Twill II" cried Malcolm Stanley. The
way he shook Faiths hand assured
everybody that he had no hesitation on
the score of Faiths position. They
had all three been suddenly smitten
with unusual solemnity, and Malcom's
energetic handshake made Raleigh
laugh. Faith followed, and Malcolm
joined in, and the excitement of tina,
sudden meeting passed into question
and answer.
Its q long way from the deck OF
that steamer to this studio" said Nal
com Stanley But truth is stranger
than fiction-at least any fiction l evel
read" And then he went on to give
Faith some account of his life sine,
the time when Malcolm Kirk had lief
him with his aunt in London.
The aunt had died when he was
years old. and he had been adopted in
to the family of a distant relative, tax
ing the name of Malcolm at his aunt
request in loving memory of his quee
nurse. The money that Kirk had rails
ed on board the steamer had been for
tunately invested. On coming of ag,
this fund enabled the young man to fl
himself for an engineer. He had risel
steadily and had at last been promoted
to place of great responsibility. Thu
company for which he worked had in
terests in the United States, and Nal
com had come over to superintend tn
opening of some mines in Colorado an,
New Mexico. His business interest
had made him acquainted with MI
Fulton. and it was through him tina
he had made the acquaintance of MI
Raleigh and finally purchased the pic
ture. with the intention of giving it t
Malcolm Kirk. The artist had insiste
on practically giving a large share g
the value of the picture to Stanley, an
the latter had planned a surprise flo
Kirk on his way west.
| All this and more did Faith hea
| wonderingly. The short winter da
was going by. and Raleigh suddenl
Interrupted the conversation.
1--WE shall have to give up our trip I
l. kenwood today, FAITH
"And ! must be getting back to m
: work. cried Faith, rising. She we
: like ont whu had been in dream
{ the day. 1t all seemed so strange
J. the studio, the artist, the picture, tt
big, hearty, honest young Englishma
;. She found it hard to realize that 81
II was actually in the heart of the grea
- rushing, prosaic, selfish city. All th
was so like a story, like things OIL
u reads about, but so seldom knows
p the real life.
10 IF your father were only here now
~ said Raleigh, whose romantic temper
Y ment was moved deeply by the even
u of the day, this room would conta
all the elements of a genuine story.
~ AS he smoke thny all thraa t1lrnod i