Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1902-08-28

: seen il.
That afternoon the dying man was
carried carefully into the long pic
: ture gallery. and Toasted his ewes
upon the lifework which would soon
be all that would be left to little
Oracle of her father. Again he turned
TO Bellamy TO thank him. 1t was a
wondrous thing, this gift of forgive
ness, the sick man thought.
In taking Grace Bellamy from her
fathers house. as he had done.
George Verney felt that he had
caused the rich man bitter sorrow,
and knew that he had done him
grievous wrong, for father and daugh-
ter had never met again. sir" he
said, how can | thank" But the
last word faltered on his lips as he
saw the old mans face, for he had
never seen so diabolical a look be-
fore.
Thank answered the million.
aire, with bitter emphasis. "Do YOU
think the milk of human Kindness
urged me to buy your pictures from
YOU TO take you into my house AMI |
pamper you when you were i'll? Re- /
member the words you spoke 10 me /
before | turned you from my door
Before you enticed my daughter
from her fathers house, you told
that father, proudly and with head
erect, that there was one thing his
money could not buy-your name!'
Wen, l have bought it, Read that
And Nerney read a telegram from
New York with the words: ACCEPT
Hoskins."
Il do not understand he said.
Il viii explain. Here. as You see. I
have all your pictures They are
good. know that But you have
painted three Of which you are
ashamed. Those three I have lust
bought from Hoskins. paying more
for them than the best here cost me i
Why, do you think? For my re-
genge."
"Reyenge2
yes On the day you die every one .
81 these canvases Of which YOU are H
20 proud will be cut from its frame l,
md burned, even that last one. They 3
hail perish as you taught my daueh- E
er's love for me To perish. Few peo- e
lie, or comparatively few, know If Il
our work except by hearsay. After | b
our death the world shall Judge Of le
by those three daubs which a
ave bought from Hoskins at ten c,
ines their value" II
The dying man, white 20 the Iips. II
'oked up at his tormentor in speech c.
'ss agony. Was this TO be the end7 Of
fter his years Of toll, after the OF
opes, which he had formed that his II
tile Oracle should 90 into the au
orld armed not only with her moth fr
RS, or rather grandfather's. mill CT
ons, but also with the name which
2, her father, would bequeath 20 her.
as that name 20 be a laughing stock
the artistic world? The thing was pl'
% diabolically cruel. He could NOT eli
'lieve IT, And yet he slowly realized III
iat Henry Bellamy, in acting thus. M
rs taking a revenge which was an Fr
most just one. He, George yernev. lar
ID taken the daughter from the "a sW
er. The grandfather would take De
e daughter from her father. too. no
Good night" said the old man. ~
raing on his heel. IL will send the oid
rvants up 20 carry you down 10 bed ing
ain" IN
lust then patter Of toddling foot Loi
cps came down the long gallery.
d little Oracle, blue-eyed and gold i,
haired as her mother had been.
idled towards them on her I'M pa
'ady feet. va
Kiss Oracle" she demanded. i'm -
riously, holding up her rosy mouth 'o /.
the stern old man. "Now kiss IA
r., she added. Belamy drew 20,
p away from the couch. and the %
es round his mouth frightened
Q, dear, men never kiss" he said 20
But, gran'pa, G'acie win be Al
lghty If you don't" the child in
ted.
What do Won mean >" my child?" N
Before ~ nj Ueat away TO the oil
den was thus that George don
rney had described his wife's =
'ial TO her little daughter-"she dad
X me into her arms in bed. and -
= NAAAA = NAH W nlakt YOU kiss 4 bHCi
"a for her sake, when we came to I"
you. Papa didn't want to prom de
but she made him, too, and II de
got il till this afternoon. when Jud
rsie said il would be too late
n And though she did not I'm
stand what she was saying the II
e eyes filed with tears. Ger
enry Bellamy answered no word. cate
placed the child down beside her for
her and gazed at them and at his quei
ghter's portrait overhead. hea'
Is she not like-her, sir?" said who
ney, brokenly. nest
he stern old man burst into nm
trollable sobbing, and clasped the
ted hand eonvulsively. i
This time, sir, I may thank you?- stoe
kiss TO Oracle was the only an. me.
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