New-York tribune., 1912-02-11

perhaps they were requiring immediate attention in
order to save them" Then, with that note Of excite
mcnt rising suddenly high, "You must excuse such
question: AIadcmoiscc, She said, but will you tell me
whcrc-whCrc did you get that locket'
stared at her. But there was something IN her face
that made it Impossible for me 70 answer any thg Ot
the truth Il took 1t from my fathers neck aitcr ne
was dead, | said.
She carried her hand to her throat All. She said.
"Ah." Then she added as though with difficulty 80
your father was-in short you're the daughter OF tu
nodded, half stupcfcd with the new idea that ran
through my aching head. And suddenly the dgnifea
lady before me slipped down on her knees beside my Dcd
Her face thus brought level with NINE seemed
new one lit like lamp from within, young and wild and
beautiful under its crown Of white hair
"Look at mel" she cried. "Havc changed 50 much'
Oh! knew hcr-I knew her then! began to laugh
and to cry all together. son, mon DIeM | gasped.
Her face began to witch; but she answered me quite
collcctcdlv "Harrict Wison-that was my name:
Harriet Stuart now. And when was Young grI was
engaged TO your dear papa Then came that dreadful
war We left France father objected 10 my marry
ing Frcnchman We heard the report OF ms death.
Oh tell me-" she cried ardcntly. ibid he blame me
very much YOU think that he ever ever iorgaVe
I'm sure he did, ," answered; "for he saved all your
letters have them here, everyone, IN my trunk ana
your name was the last the very last, that we heard
him say lust before ne died.
The tear. came pp into her eyes And you're his
Gaughtcr," She said All how strange life is. turn
OF The wheel and | lose Etcnnc. Another turn Of the
wheel and his daughter is brought here TO ny house,
washed up out Of the like changclng. Etlcnncs
daughtcr-aftcr forty years, And you no more than
child Ah, he waited, Ah' he didn't forget 50 easily
as T."
Her head went down on the bed and She began to
cry-long s,rangng sobs that shook the bed and hurt
me where was sore. But didn't care.
Ah poor Harriet How very, very much she must
have loved Papa-amost as much as ! loved h'n-to
remember him al these years, and weep for him now
with this wild energy Of grief though She had lost HIM
Yesterday But if She loved him SO much, why did she
marry Mr. Stuart, Then thought Of Henry, and 1t
seemed 20 me that | had cramp IN my heart. Need
wonder at anything, who am going to marry Victor
cobb
Ilcury's mother This was IIcnrys mother, and She
was also Harriet that my papa had loved. 1t would
have been too delicate % coincidence 10 be believed IN,
too ap, and charming 20 have happened out OF a ro-
nance would not, II that had been all there was TO it,
But il w., not ull Stupidity gazcd at the great white
solitaire on my limp brown hand Though my head
WAS whrlug, | realized what that meant. | am going
% marry Victor Co5J
But there wa, time 10 think about that later. Mrs
Stuart began q, , me abou, Papa, and % talk Of him
oh how rcycron'ly, how tcndcriy, Ncr all the abuse
| had heard Of my dear papa among my relatives at
Brent and the complete silence Of the strangers that
live, with nuw IL seemed almost like having him back
again 10 hear little anecdotes about his youth, and how
NV IONF SHE'S BUT a LASSIE YET