Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1915-09-17

up his morning paper. On the front
page he read the news of St. Glars
death The old man had had stroke
of apoplexy the evening before.
Rennie let the paper fall from his
hands 'and tears of modification
streamed down his face His last
hope gone! st. Clair dead, on whom
all had depended!
1t was three days before he recov-
cred sufficiently to go for his picture.
But, to his amazement, he was refused
admission. The butler referred him
to st. Clair's lawyer. who listened to
his story with a quiet smile.
you must realize, Mr.. Rennie, that
unless you can bring some proof that
the picture is yours have you
any proof? You did not sign it, you
say?"
But it was not finished" cried Rem
ME.
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
Cali Mr.. st. Clairs paintings are to be
Sold" he said. You will have to take
legal action in the matter And,
frankly, young man, no jury will be-
lieve you unless you have some evil
dence to bring forward More than
that, you will run the risk of a prose
cution for perjury"
Rennie went out in daze. He saw
: the truth of the lawyers words. There
was nothing that he could do.
A week later the auction came. Crit
les were enthusiastic over the large
number of paintings that was to be
put on the market. But Of them all
none excited greater enthusiasm than
the unfinished work to which the crit
les gave the name THE Wild Horses"
Rennie attended the auction. The
bidding quickly passed the average Of
five thousand dollars, at which the
other pictures had gone A dealer
from the West offered seven thousand.
Finally, after a spirited competition
between him and Rennie's own dealer,
the picture fell to the latter for twelve
thousand.
And MacDrew had paid Rennie an
average Of fifteen dollars apiece.
Rennie went out Of the auction room
and wrote letter to one of the pa
pers. The newspaper refused to print
it. 1t had no doubt that Rennie was
an impostor and, anyway, the editor
felt that such case should be aired
in the law courts, ..'-'--.-..y'~~
Rennie waited another day. Then
he sat down and wrote long letter to
Muriel. 1t was the hopeless letter of
a man who has been bowled over by
the buffets of fate. He told her the
facts of his struggle, eliminating in
the loss of his painting, and released
her from their engagement.
But before he had risen from the
table there came knock at the door.
Rennie opened 1t, to find an elderly
woman, attired IN black, standing be-
fore him.
"I am Mrs. st. Clair" she said. "Mr.
Rennie, a terrible injustice has been
done you, and it would have slipped
from my mind had not our lawyer told
me about your claim. He thought you
were an impostor but as soon as he
told me l remembered.
"Mr. Rennie, my husband was the
best and iustest man in Che world. On
the night he died-the stroke came
very suddenly, you know-he was try
ing to speak to me. He was paralyzed
and he could only humble, but man.
aged to make out what me was trying
to say. He said that a picture in his
studio had been painted BY couldn't
catch the name, bue it was yours-and
that, in case he died, he didn't want
1t to be sold as his, especially since
you had left no address, and he had
given you no receipt for 1t.
Il have written letter to the news
papers, and meanwhile the money for
the painting must go to you"
Rennie did not know how he replied.
He remembered taking her hands in
his and thanking her a thousand times.
And when she left it was with the un-
derstanding that Rennie was to con-
slider her his friend-alWays, she said.
Hardly had she gone before the
postman brought letter-from Mu-
riel this time. Opening 1t, Rennie
read that she loved him, he must
never think otherwise, and she would
wait dozen more years II necessary.
only hope to see you, dear, al
most as soon as you get this letter."
she said, because my uncle has left
me five hundred dollars, and l am
taking the morning train to New York.
and I want you to meet me at seven
o'clock in the evening at the station.
And, dearest, remember that five hun
dred dollars will go far, and what is
mine is yours"
Rennie had never been So happy as
when he was wildly sprinting to meet
the seven o'clock train. And he knew
In his heart that Muriel would never
return, alone, to Freeport.
Biggest Borrower.