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The Windows of The Heart
Here she opened the locket. "It is empty." She looked at
Stiiger. He had pressed both hands to his face and was sobbing
softly: " Anna, Anna, my dear wife." And then, dropping his
hands, he looked upon the young woman with great tenderness
and said, with trembling lips, " My child, my daughter."
With trembling fingers he opened the locket, and pressing upon
a secret spring disclosed the picture of a handsome man. The
features there were young but they bore a strong resemblance to
those of Stoger. "It was a bridal gift, the only one that she
took with her when she left me in anger. In the hour of death,
then, she thought of me, and you I have to thank that I can place
my arms about my child." He extended his arms and father and
daughter silently embraced.
THE WINDOWS OF THE HEART
" I love you, dear." 'Twas all he said,
And humbly bowed his clear, fair head
Yet dared I no compassion show,
Igor whether 'twas the truth or no
I could not tell.
I bade the kneeling youth to rise,
That I might gaze into his eyes.
And then I knew his words were true,
Vor in those orbs of trustful blue
Guile could not dwell.
THEIR SAVAGE PROTEGE
Hr, was one of those conventional accessories to a tobacco
shop—a cigar store Indian, highly ornamented with a
superfluity of the national colors interspersed with vari
ations of the others in the spectrum, all done so skillfully that his
garb would have rivaled and put to blush a first-class rainbow.
He was not very large, scarcely over four and one-half feet tall,
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