New Britain herald., 1928-09-10
NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD. MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 1a 1923

N DAILY HERALD, NUT you into her own drawing room. and that she would bs with you very soon."
 As soon aS she was alone. Lynds took off her hat. laid 1t aside. and looked about her cautiously. A pic ture in an obscure corner caught her eye. She went over to examine it more closely.
 It startled her.
 It was g sketch of . corner and the steeple of an old church. The whole thing was done In gray. Il seemed to be drenched in silver from a moon that was sailing over head.
 There can't be two such scenes" Lynda said to hefself. Tt is the old church at home, as seen from the porch of my little cottage. That's our moon."
 Who is our?" asked . soft, sweet voice from the doorway behind.
 Before Lynda thought. the words came quickly: "Why. Davies and my moon"
 Then she whirled about to greet one of the most beautiful women she thought she had ever seen. Her beautiful white hair WI shingled. 50 that it fell like . child . about her face. and it gleamed like satin. It had the same silken sheen as her own black tresses.
 You are Miss Fenton? ?" asked the older woman.
 "Yes, Madam. I am much inter- ested in this little sketch. It looks as though it were taken from a point in my home town. Indeed. I would have said that someone sat upon my porch and drew 1t on . moonlight night. Where you ever in the textile town of Rigeville. Ma dam?"
 The older woman did not answer. She did not seem to have heard what the girl had been saying. She was walking toward Lynda as though irresistibly darwn to her.
 In the mirror that filled almost all of one end of the room. the like ness between the two women stand ing there was uncanny.
 Lynda. her black satiny hair about her face, was vivid with color. Here cheeks and lips were of diff ferent shades of coral. Her eyes were shining in their shimmery blackness. She never had looked 70 beautiful before.
 In that same mirror Madam Mill fleur seemed to be almost looking over her shoulder-a ghost of the living, breathing presence. Her eyes were seen as through grayish mist. Her cheeks were white. and her mouth was slightly tinged with col CT.
 The older woman gave . stran- gling little cry.
 My baby! My baby! Don't you know your mother. Lynda?"
 The plea of the mother was d. rected at the image of the girl in the glass. She saw the younger face grow cold and stiff. and ashen. Then she rectified her boise.
 Are you Madam Millfleur?" Lyn- da asked, wondering tremblingly.
 Lynda, I am your mother!"
 With a sudden rush she reached the girl and, throwing her arms about her, she pressed her to her breast. The strands of satiny black and white hair touched and mingled in that moment of suspense.
 Lynda found herself being kissed by lips that were cold. and then grew hot. She drew away. She could not understand.
 But my mother" No, my darling child. Your father lied 10 you. He told you that I had deserted you. That's what you were about to say. was it not?"
 Father said that you deserted us, Mother, and went away with anoth- CT man."
 Lynda was utterly devoid of com prehension. She could not under stand. Out of the maze of trans- piring events of the past few months came this last unlooked-for se- quence. It left her stupefied.
 Her newly-found mother made 1t clear to her.
 Your father came home one night soon after you were born. in- sane with drink, and accusing me oF horrihlo %b&ouu or ho o1uoya did when he was in that condition. and threw me out into the terrific snow- storm that was raging at that time.
 Weeks later I woke up in hos pital, and when l had recovered, and returned for you, your father told