Smyrna times., 1911-02-08

That was the name of the guest at |
the Bartlett's whose face Phyllis did |
not like.
l believe so," answered Dorth,
and made as if to pass on.
Suddenly this unaccountable per-
son caught glimpse of the face of
Dorth's companion and sank gestic-
ulating, to the ground. Dorth
shook him to no purpose. He had
collapsed. The man was attired re
specially but was without an over
coat, and the air was keenly cold.
We cannot leave the poor man
hcre," said Phyllis pityingly. Oh,
here comes the gardner, who will
perhaps carry him into the house
while you run for doctor.
"l'll do that with pleasure, -
answered Dorth, who at once rushed
off in the direction of the Gables
to fetch DIR. Rodman.
1t needed all the gardner's
strenth to carry the unconscious man
into the house. Then, by the aid
of few simple remedies, Phyllis
was rejoiced to see her charge re-
turning to consciousness. Indeed,
while with her back to the patient,
she prepared cordial, and the man
half rose from the couch on which
he lay.
"Good God Where am 2" he ex-
claimed.
Phyllis turned round to quiet him,
when he looked at the girls sweet
face.
"My daughter-my Phyllis!' he
sobbed. "She whom l have grieved
for all these years.
Phyllis started. "There was
something in the mans face, some
thing in the tones of his voice that
reminded her of her childhood
days.
dearest" went on the man.
imploringly, "don't you remember
your father? Have you forgotten
the time when we both went to the
Rose and Crown and l was taken
away from you? I am your father,
Edwin Hartford -
Then the mist seemed to clear
away from Phyllis brain. She re-
membered.
"Oh, father, father - she cried,
as she flew to her fathers embrace.
81 know-I know you are my
father. Why have you been away so
long?"
"Ah, my love, my love-" said
Hartford, tenderly stroking the girls
hair, 81 did not willingly leave you.
have been locked up these fifteen
years. They say my wife's death
your mother s-made me mad. But
there is no reason why they should
have torn me from you. Besides
| am not mad now. l broke away
from them like this fifteen year.
ago you remember my child.
stopped at the Rose and Crown il
Hazeldean. You see l do not forget
l fancied l should find you still here
} and Rodman thought so. too, for h,
followed me. Look, look, he i
! coming now!'
Phyllis glanced out of the window
Voices were close at hand. AS sh
, looked two men came up to tn
: house. One was Dorth and the othe
: was DR.. Rodman. Without a me
s ment's hesitation Phyllis flew to Mrs
: Bartlett and hastily begged her tc
e return with her to the room i
' which her father rested. On tn
d way she told her astonished hostes
y her story. AS they entered the ROOF
! they saw Dorth and Rodman az
proach.
, "Ah. where is my patient?" sal
, the doctor darting a quick stead
glance at Phyllis.
/. "Here l am sir. well and happy,
= answered Hartford coming forward
s MRS. Bartlett, Mr.. Dorth, liste
b. to me, and let me expose this ma
Il who would have killed me had he tE
u power
e "But this man is mad," intel
s posed DR.. Rodman.
"My father is no more mad tha
s you are sir" said Phyllis, wit
o bright glistening eyes.
e "You know who this man is Mrs
Bartlett. He is the keeper of
y private insane asylum said Hal
d ford. "a friend of his, who ws
}, to be the sole legatee to large fol
d tune in case | was supposed to be {
d unsound mind for twenty years, {
t. die in the meantime without chilt
d ren, conspired with him to keep n
e out of the way and to hide a
e traces of my daughters existenc,
% And all this time, since l W;
e taken away from Phyllis, these tv
& scoundrels have been robbing me
l. what is mine and nv dauphter'