The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-07-13

Y CHARLES M. SHELDON
Observation-Disclosures Illustrations ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
''In His Steps, (" sCrucifxion Of Philip Stro1
Hardy's Seven Days"


IAAS Soiii WIZ WdItSl VII lLG IitDlt, w llO
was playing the piano-where did she
come from? What is her name?"
Mrs. Fulton looked surprised and
also embarrassed.
''She is from Kansas, believe she
told me. Her name is Faith. What
is the girls last name, Alice? l never
can remember it," she called to Alice.
! Alice stopped playing and turned
around on the piano stool.
''Ilirk-Faith Kirk"
ooh, yes. She's peculiar girl in
you noticed 1t is not often that we
housekeepers can furnish superior mu-
sicians TO entertain guests" she add
ed. with short laugh, which showed
that she still thought of the incident
of Faith at the piano with great an
noyance.
But Malcolm Stanley had risen, his
whole expression betraying great ex-
element.
''If this girls name is Kirk, Mrs.
Fulton, and she is from Kansas, it is
almost certain that she is the daughter
of the man who was with my mother
when she died in midocean, the man
who held me in his arms, the man
who has always been in my thought
as one of the heroes of the world"
Mrs. Fulton rose, looking bewildered
She was familiar with Francis Ra-
leigh's painting, but she had never
thought Of associating Faith with it.
81 must see her." said Malcolm Stan
ley. He spoke like one who has the
right to command.
81 think she has gone out" said Mrs.
Fulton. ".Alice, will you go and see?'
Alice went out and soon came back,
saying that Faith had gone. Malcolm
Stanley paced the parlor in unusual
agitation of manner.
If this is the daughter of Malcolm
Kirk" he said to himself. Then he
turned to Mrs. Fulton and bowed
formally.
You will excuse me, madam, if l
take my leave now. l am obliged to
make some arrangements about the
picture at Mr.. Raleigh's this after
noon
when do you leave for the west?"
!. Mrs. Fulton asked. She was annoyed
at the events of the day.
81 had planned to go tomorrow.
, expect to visit Mr.. Kirk on my way to
Denver. But feel anxious to see Miss
Kirk before l 60 She certainly must
be his daughter 4 hired girl as
you call them. would not be likely to
have such Il musical education, and
besides, she has the look in her face
, | nf thn I hn ho
, Yes" cried Alice, her pale face
) showing some color under the excite
| ment of such a discovery in real life.
: She certainly played the piano like
one who has had the best of teachers
And. besides. you can see from her
: manner that she is refined and lady
: like" Alice spoke with a glow of UNI
{ selfish feeling. and Malcolm Stanley
3 looked gratefully at her
: II may come out With Mr.. Fulton
4 this evening"" he said
= He bowed and went out, leaving
, Mrs. Fulton and Alice to talk over the
i matter, while he Went down to Francis
Raleighs studio determined every mo-
$ ment with increasing resolve to re-
. turn and see Faith before the day was
e over
$ Meanwhile Faith had gone directly
t to the familiar window on State street
: where the picture had been.
She knn~ before she reached the
y place that the picture was gone, be.
u cause the usual crowd of people was
not there. She stopped ilh front of the
X window. however, and read the adj
irnsS of tl ,;,,1, ali, "a
to a small scene of foreign seaport
: She hesitated a moment, and then reso
lutely went on to Randolph street, to
L the block where lsaleigh's studio was.
His room was at the top of the build
u ing, and when she reached it she hest
:. tated again before going in. When
she finally opened the door, she drew
o back at the entrance, for the room ap
Il peared to be empty except for a large
J, canvas and Il few decorations. There
: was another room opening from the
Il first, and after waiting a moment
Faith went on to the door of that
o ROOM
e ~ man was sitting there with his
II back to the entrance so absorbed in his
work that he evidently had not hearG
It her come in. But Faith was. at once
d attracted by the sight of the familiar
o picture of the father which was on 4
e great easel in front of the artist
:. She came Il few steps farther into
f the room, and still the artist did moi
It look up, and it was only when Faitt
e had advanced as far as the frame OF
the picture of her father that he turned
. his face and looked nj hpr
e Il am Faith Kirk, and that is my
d father" said Faith speaking directly
S after Malcoms own manner, and point
it ing at the portrait. 1--WE come on 6
rather peculiar errand, Mr.. Raleigh
d but you won't blame me for it, l an
a sure"
a Blame the daughter of Dorothy Gil
n BERT" cried Francis Raleigh. His
! once heavy, black hair was strealet
with gray, and he had grown notice
l. ably old in many ways, but he was ;
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