The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1905-04-08

language Of Shakespeare, The sweet
youths in love- Being naturally OF a
curious disposition, 1 thought l would
watch my gentleman's movements. With
some little difficulty l discovered his
destination, and saw him standing at the
window with his arm very lovingly
round young girls waist. l got into
conversation with the servant next door,
and learned a few particulars; but until
this moment it never occurred to me that
this girl precisely answers to the de-
scription given me by Rodwell. It's the
same and l have killed two birds with
one stone"
Long and earnest was the conversation
that ensued between the trio. But 1t Is
not necessary to repeat it in this place.
Both it's explanations and results will
appear hereafter.
CHAPTER XXI.
Between six and seven o'clock on the
next evening, an elderly man. dressed
like a gentleman farmer, hastily entered
the shop Of a picture dealer, situated IN
the West End, and asked, in a nervous,
impatient manner, to inspect some very
pretty water-color drawings that were In
the window. The shopman produced
them. Instead, however, of examining
the picture itself, the gentleman seemed
chiefly interested in the back Of 1t. 1t
was growing dusk, and he carried the
picture to the door and carefully exam
ined the blank surface at the back. In
one corner was family inscribed in pen
Gil the word "Clara."
With an exclamation Of pleasure, and
a frightened face, he went back to the
counter, and asked the shopman for the
address Of the painter. The young man
hesitated. II beg pardon, SIR" he said;
'but it Is not usual to give the addresses
OF the ladies' and gentlemen who work
for us without their permission"
LET me see your master" said the
gentleman, sharply.
In few minutes the principal himself
came forward.
Il wish to purchase all the drawings
you have by this artist. and at the same
time to be favored with her address.
am not asking this for the qualification
Of idle curiosity. The lady 1 believe to
be a very near and dear member of my
family, whom I have lost sight Of for
several years-whom l believed to be
dead. Five days ago I was looking in
at the window Of a picture dealers In
the Strand, when I saw exposed for sale
water-color painting, representing my
own cottage down in Suffolk. l have
just such picture at home. and there
was a popularity of touch about this
one that led me to believe, wild as the
thought seemed then, that both were the
work of one hand. l went into the shop,
and purchased the picture. / was not
deceived. Inscribed i'll a corner at the
back was the word Clara But the
salesman could give me no information
about the artist; they had bought it
about two years ago. with several others,
OF a young girl whom they had never
seen since. My nephew dined with me
that day. and I told him Of the circnm-
stance. He at once requested the affair
to be left in his hands. He came to my
hotel last night to tell me that he had
inquired, and caused others to inquire, Of
every likely picture dealer, but had not
met with the slightest success. As this
was my last day in the city 1 thought
l would take a look round the picture
shops myself. I have been about all
day, and was just about to give up my
search in despair when l caught sight
Of these. l thought they looked like her
work. and, sure enough. here is her sig
nature In the corner. Yet, stay a mo-
ment; to make assurance doubly sure, l
will show you her likeness, painted some
six years ago. You will be then able to
tell me whether it is the same"
He produced the identical miniature
that Sllas had found in Little Bcthle-
hem, and which, it will be remembered,
he had left In a pocket Of the clothes
deposited with Mr.. Jonathan Rodweli.
The shopkeeper hesitated no longer,
but at once handed over to him the re-
quired address. The gentleman purchas-
ed the pictures at a very handsome price,
got into a cab that the shop boy had
fetched for him, and drove away in
the direction of the northwest.
He arrived at Mrs. Wilson's about 8
o'clock, and knocked at the door. To
his inquiries, the servant replied. Miss
Clara has gone with missis to the play
house; and do not expect she will be
home until late.'
Does she frequent places of amuse-
ment much? Is she often out of an
EVENING"
"Oh, dear no; this is the first time
have ever known her to 60; she is never
out late"
How unfortunate! But 1 must see
her tonight, at whatever hour she may
return. will come back at twelve"
Mary looked very much astonished at
the idea of such late visit. Mr.. Jona-
than Rodwell ordered the cabman to
drive to the nearest hotel, where he en-
gagged a bed and waited impatiently the
passing away Of time
At II o'clock he knocked again at
Mrs. Wilson's door. They had not re-
turned. Would Mary permit him to
come in and wait7" Mary did not like
the idea Of admitting a stranger at such
an hour, and she alone in the house.
But hs looks a gentleman" she thought.
and he 10 old enough to be my father"
Don't be afraid; am not burglar.
my dear" said Mr.. Jonathan. smiling.
ana shipping a coin into her hand.
he walked into the parlor, and Mary
MT the lamp. One o'clock BY his watch.
ana stu they had not come. He was
growing uneasy; he could not sit still:
ne walked up and down the room. with
his watch in his hand. count;nr the min.