The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-11
ward Tue daughter was telling it for

ward TIg daughter was telling it for
herself
Il saw him twice." she insisted:
once while We were at dinner. and
again just now. rhe first time
thought might be mistaken. but this
time
Griswold was laughing silently and
inwardly deriding his gifts when. un
der cover of the doctors return. he
made decent acknowledgements for
benefits bestowed and took his de
parture. On the pleasant summer
night walk to Upper Shawnee street
he was congratulating himself upon
the now quite complete fulfllment OF
the wishing prophecy. Miss Farnham
was going to prove to be all that the
most critical maker of studies from
life could ask in a model supremely
perfect original for the character OF
Fidelia in the book Moreover. she
would be his tombstone for the truths
and verities: even as Margery Grier-
son might, il she were forglving
enough to let bygones be bygones. hold
the mirror up to nature and the pure
humanities. Moreover, again, what
ever slight danger there might have
been in a possibility of recognition
was danger outlived. II the first
meeting had not stirred the sleeping
memories in Miss Farnham, subse-
quent ones would serve only to widen
the gulf between forgetfulness and rec
objection by just such distances as the
Wahaska Griswold should traverse in
leaving behind him the deckhand or
the Belle Julie.
How much this might have been
modified if he had known that the man
whose face Miss Farnham had seen at
the window was silently tracking him
through the tree-shadowed streets is
a matter for conjecture. Also, it is
to be presumed that much. II not all,
of the complacency would have van
ished IL he could have been an unseen
listener in the Farnham sitting-room,
dating from the time when little Miss
Gilman battered off to bed, leaving
the father and daughter sitting to-
gether under the reading lamp
At first their talk was entirely OF
the window apparitlon, the daughter
insisting upon its reality. and the IA
ther trying to push it over into the
limbo of things imagined. Driven
finally to give all the reasons for her
belief in the realities. Charlotte related
the incident of the afternoon.
By this time the good Doctor Berthe
had become the indignant Doctor Ber-
tie.
I'VE can't have that at all!' he said
incisively. You did your whole duty |
in that bank matter; and it was a |
coed deal more than most young wom-
en- would have done I'm not going |
to have you prosecuted and harassed-
not one minute! Where is this fell
low stopping"
The daughter shook her heaa Il
don't know. He gave me his card, but
1t has the New Orleans address only"
Give it to ME and I'll look him up
tomorrow"
The card changed hands, ana Ior a
few minutes neither of them spoke.
Then the daughter began again.
I've had another shock this eve
ming, too. she said, speaking this time
in low tones and with eyes downcast.
This Mr.. Griswold-did understand
you to say that he had lost all of his
Yes; practically all OF IT," said the
father, without losing his hold upon
what a certain great London physician
was saying through the columns of the
English medical journal.
But afterward, long after Charlotte
lad gone up to her room, he remem-
)ered with a curious little start of
puzzlement, that some
me, no longer ago than yesterday, had
old him that young Griswold was
ich-or if not rich. at least well
Ixed.'