The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1903-09-23
FOUND,
OlNA oOAD Lillian
HE An IN c.
nEANk PASCHAL
Copyright. 1908, By T. c. Mcclure
"WelI. IND be- hanged !"

Blakely Cove finished his exclama-
ton of surprise with mllder word
than he had In mind, which was an inn
polite reference to the next condition
popularity supposed to follow imme
diatcly after the one mentioned. But
somehow the profanc word stuck. 1t
seemed an affront 10 the pictured face
which looked up at him from the tiny,
heart shaped locket he had just picked
up from under sheltering banana rind
on lower Broadway.
He stared as one who sees q ghost mt
the trinliet which had been concealed
from the eyes of the throng i'll the
crowded street only to come to him,
for the young, smiling, white browed
mans face which was enshrined in the
little gold heart was his own.
His own. yet not his. 1t was another
Blakely Cove of Il former existence, so
long ago, ten century years. a whole
lifetime he had lived since the time he
hung this locket over Dolly Kinks true
little heart He had gone west shortly
afterward to make that elusive goal,
fortune Ranching at first in Montana,
then wearying of the slow process and
the long walt before New York and
Dolly could be counted among the ra-
diant possibilities of life, he had gone
to the klondiSe
What years of struggle and suffering,
privation and danger had been his.
What wanderings over the frozen
slopes about the gaunt peaks of the
Chilkoot, and all to no purpose. Dis
heartened at last, he had deemed 1t the
only manly thing to do to write Dolly
before plunging farther into an un-
known country up the Yukon not to
wait for him any longer. He was up
against 1t and always would be- and
what right had he to spoil her young
life?
He had completely "lost his grip"
after that and, not caring whittier he
went, had drifted. At last after five
weary years, heartsick and home hun
CRY, he had turned his face southwark
toward Gods country" lie had beat
his way" across the continent from Sc
attic the month before and, ashamed
in his tattered condition to apply for
help from his old friends, had been
hunting for work ever since. His last
job had taken him into the busy ranks
of the subway workers.
Lord. | hadn't known what 1t is
to be up against ii then or l couldn't
have looked like that" he groaned az
he serutinized the boyish countenance
of that other self And little Dolly
| wonder If ten years hive changed
her much,"
He pulled his watch from his frayed
pocket In his worst times he had new
or yielded To the temptation to sell it.
He pried 1t open now and held 1t up
alongside the locket, stepping Into a
convenient doorway to be out of the
crowd
What he saw photographed on the
gold was sweet girl face, clouded
about with masses of dark hair and
the whole framed in craven, heart
shaped arabesque, to match the locket,
he had told her.
a fine looking pair" people had said
of them. Cove glanced from the like
ness into n plate glass window near
and smiled drearlly ut the contrast. His
gaunt, unshaven cheeks and prema-
turely craving temples and rough
clothes made the disguise complete.
''Shed never know me in the world,
he ruminated ruefully, "and I'm hun
cry Just for one look ut her. If | were
TO put an ad. In the paper now-I think
l can scrape up the necessary pennies.
BY Jove, I'll do it, And he started
off briskly toward Park row.
His ad. was short and concise, but it
covered the ground:
Found.-Corner Broadway and Spring
street, gold heart containing photo.
Owner can have same by communicating
with Yukon, 40.
The next morning he was the first at
the window and waiting in feverish
Impotence for the clerk to appear.
When at last that important function
airy came he glanced at Cove and re-
marked yawningly: Yukon, no? Here
you are. Next"
Hastily he tore it open and read:
Yukon. 40. Care Whirlwind Downtown.
Dear Sri saw your ad. In yesterdays
paper. i do hope II is my locket you have
found. l value 1t most highly and will
pay more than Its intrinsic worth for Its
return If you will call or let me know
where to 80 to identity 1t tomorrow morn
ing about 10. had notices inserted in all
the papers yesterday. Perhaps you saw
them. Yours anxiousIy,
DOROTHY KIRK,
No. 49, Central Park West.
OF course he might have known she
would advertise he had been SO alb
sorbed in his own plan for the restora-
ton of the locket and for sight of
Dolly that he had not thought of that.
lie had spent his last nickel for mea-
ger breakfast at the Wayslde inn. New
er mind, he would walk he had the
strength of ten now. That little magic