The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-10-23

my heart to her. About the original of
the photograph l reasoned this way:
She would not be carrying her own
miniature around in all probability. 1t,
must have been lost by friend, and
probably-here was the hard part of it
abby her lover. If l advertised it,
he would claim it, and should not
meet her.
Il didn't advertise. 1 did something
far more irrational. l spent my spare
hours searching. l visited stores and
walked the streets. haunted the resi-
dence part of the city. went to the
opera and scanned the boxes rather
than the stage Needless to say, did
not find her; yet l never lost hope.
felt must find her and look at her
l felt this afresh every time opened
this case. l would not give up the
search. When had exhausted every
resource of my own, did something
which had shrunk from doing before;
I haunted out the best detective in the
city and told him to spare neither time
nor money in finding her.
within two weeks received note
from him. He was obliged to leave
the town suddenly. He wrote some
thing like this:
1--WE found her at Water avenue.
Imogene Munroe. Will give you par
ticulars when I return tomorrow. She
Is anxious to recover the miniature
"But l could not await the next day,
and saw no reason why it. would be
necessary. had the photograph and
would take it to her. Because of it |
should insure myself reception at
least.
i! IT went to 800 Water avenue that
evening 1t is an elegant residence in
perfect keeping with the case and face.
4 had scrubbed on my card, The finder
of the miniature The maid who ad-
mitted me said that Miss Munroe was
me in the reception room. 1t was one
of the most-what shall call tide
licious rooms / was ever in. One side
was lined with deep windows draped
in soft, dainty curtains and filled with
plants and flowers. The air was heavy
with the scent of roses.
81 stood before one of the windows
looking at the blossoms when she
came. She came so quietly and gently
that did not hear her 1t was only
when the sweetest. lowest, clearest
voice l had ever heard said, AT last
am to have my miniature that | knew
she was in the room. confess trem-
| tled as | turned and took the hand
Of
1 Allyn stopped and smiled. 1t was q
half sad, half amused. wholly in
scrutable smile. My sewing had fallen
into my lap and leaned forward lis
tening breathlessly.
''The hand of the original of the pic.
ture. These eyes. this mouth, this del
icate complexion. this same soft curl.
Ing hair. l was looking on it all. the
same but
/ Allyn raised his eyes. The amuse-
ment had faded away.
"The hair was snowy white, and the
skin was wrinkled. Hers was indeed
4 the face of the miniature. the face OF
so years ago. My foolish fancy was
destroyed, but in it's place came the
sweetest little white haired lady that
man was ever privileged to call friend
And this miniature! Some way had
strange reluctance to part with it
and so here it is with me now. Tha,
is ALL" concluded Allyn abruptly.
'"rhat is enough said quietly. "a
think that face has stood between yor
4 and"-
1 Allyn broke in hastily:
"Oh, that is nothing. couldn't car
ry this" holding up the photograph
Into such places as ! had been fire.
quenting, and so-well, it's all right"
Allyn buttoned up his coat and smiled
at me frankly as he went out by way
of the Office door.
The doctor has always said there
was the making of man in that boy
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