The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1915-04-07

"v4I4n De TOO nasty, % ~~rs
ron said Frederic a note u triumph
IN h.s voice 'YyOnne gave IT U me }
made her promise to say nothing u
yOu about H. She"
"Yyonne found - Yyonne' And
gave i' 20 you' What trick of fate f.
this But-ah II may not be por.
,ral, Of your-your mother Some old
pho'ograph--"
No II II my mother. YYonne "a"
the resemblance at once and brought
II 10 me And II may interest you &c
know that she advised me 70 treasure
II all ny llfe because II would always
tell me how lovely and sweet my moth
er was-the mother have never
seen"
4 insist on seeing that picture"
said Brood. with deadly intensity
80" said Frederic. folding his
arms tightly across his breast You
didn't deserve her then and you
You don't know what you are say
Ing. boy"
An. don't - Well. I've got Just III
tie DIT " my mother safe here ogei
my heart-a little faded card, that's all
and you shall not rob me Of that
Last night ! Was sorry for you. hac
the feeling that somehow you have al
ways been unhappy over sOmethlnf
that happened IN the past that my
mother vas responsible for And yet
when took out this photograph, this
tiny bit Of old cardboard It Is 81
small that It can De carried in ny
walstcOat pocket when | took It oui
and looked at the pure. lovely face. !
By heaven. knew she was not 10
blame"
Have you finished" asked Brood
wipIng his brow 1t was dripping.
Except 10 repeat that | am through
With sou forever I've had all that !
can endure and I'm through Ny great.
est regret rs that didn't get out
long ago Fut like fool-a weak fool
kept on hoping that you'd change
and that there were better days ahead
FOR me kept on hoping that you'd
be real father to me. Good Lord
what libel on the name He
laughed raucpusly ~ IN sick OF calling
you father You did me an honor
downstairs by calling me bastard.
You had 10 right to call me that. but.
by heaven. II It were not for this bit
~ cardboard here over my heart. Id
laugh iu your face and be happy to
shout from the housetops that | am
no son Of yours But there's no such
luck az that I've only to look at my
mothers innocent. soulful face to"
Stop shouted Brood In an awful
voice Ills clcnched hands were raised
above his head The time has come
tor me- to tell you the truth about this
innocent mother OF yours Luck IL
with you. am not your father. You
are
Wait II you are going to tell me
that my mother was not good wom
an ! want to go on record IN advance
of anything you may say. as being
glad that | am her son no matter who
my father was. I am glad that she
loved me because was her child. and
II you are not my father then | still
have the JOY Of knowing that she loved
some one man well enough to" lie
broke on tho bitter sentence and with
nervous fingers drew a small leather
case from his waistcoat pocket Be
fore you go any farther. take one look
at her face. II will make you
ashamed Of yourself Can you stand
there aud lie about her after looking
into
He was holding tho window curtains
apart. and a stream of light fell upon
tho lovely face. so small that Brood |
Was obliged TO como quite close to be
able 10 see e. His eyes were dis
tended
II is not Matilde-it is like her |
but Yes. yes. II is Matilde, I must
be losing my mind 10 have thought"
lie wiped his brow. But. good God, II |
was startling positively uncanny." He
spoke An TO himself. apparently forget
,tuv that he had n llataner