Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-03-13

die OF the room, ana. taking seat
! near Mrs: Fulton, he said with some
sempha sig, as.ff he had been making
up his mind to q course: =.<s 81. SIS.
Mrs. Fulton, where does your-girl-
the girl who waited on the table, who
was playing the piano where did she
come from? What IS her name p
q Mrs. Fulton looked surprised and
also embarrassed. So. "
~ 'She is from Kansas 1 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.
S. Kirk-Faith Kirk =
"Oh. yes. She's a. peculiar girl in
some ways, Mr.. Stanley, as no doubt
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
I of Faith at the piano with great an.
noyance. go"
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
M in hi %I,o
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.
IL must see her." said Malcolm Stan
ley. He spoke like one who has the
right to command.
II 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 Malcom
Kirk" he said to himself. Then he
turned to Mrs. Fulton and bowed
formally.
''You will excuse me, madam, if
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
II had planned to go tomorrow. /
expect to visit Mr.. Kirk on my way to
Denver. But feel anxious to see Miss
Kirk before | go. She certainly must
be his daughter. A hired girl as
you call them. would not be likely to
have such musical education. and
besides, she has the look in her face
Of the portrait. 1t must he she.'
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 I'm.
selfish feeling. and Malcolm Stanley
looked gratefully at her.
II may come out with Mr.. Fulton
this evening"" he said
He bowed and went, out, leaving
Mrs. Fulton and Alice to talk over the
matter, while he went down to Francis
Kaleigh's studio, determined every mo
ment with increasing resolve to re-
turn and see Faith before the day waa
over.
Meanwhile Faith had gone directl,
to the familiar window on State street
where the picture had been.
She knew before she reached tt
place that the picture was gone. lie
cause the usual crowd of people VIZ:
not there. She stopped in front of the
window, however, and read the adj
dress of the artist which was attached
to small scene of foreign seaport.
She hesitated moment, and then reso-
lutely went on to Randolph street, to
the block where Raleigh's studio was.
His room was at the top of the build
ing. and when she reached it she hest
tated again before going in. When
she finally opened the door, she drew
back"at the entrance, for the room ap-
peared to be empty except for large
canvas and few decorations. There
first, and after waiting a moment
Faith Went on to the door of that
room. 49,.
- a man was sitting there with his
back to the entrance SO absorbed in his
work that he evidently had not heard
her come in. But Faith was at once
attracted by the sight of the familiar
picture of the father. which was on a
great easel in front Of the artist.
>, She came few steps farther into
the room. and still the artist did not
look up, and 1t was only when Faith
had advanced as far as the frame of
the picture of her father that he turned
hts face and looked at her.
81 am Faith Kirk, and that is my
father" said Faith, speaking directly,
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