"By gracious, if that isn't Ida!" exclaimed Jack1, in profound surprise.
He had been sauntering along Chestnut2 Street, listlessly troubled by the thought that though he had given Mrs. Hardwick into custody3, he was apparently4 no nearer the discovery of his young ward5 than before. What steps should he take to find her? He could not decide. In his perplexity his eyes rested suddenly upon the print of the "Flower Girl."
"Yes," he said, "that is Ida, fast enough. Perhaps they will know in the store where she is to be found."
He at once entered the store.
"Can you tell me anything about the girl in that picture?" he asked, abruptly6, of the nearest clerk.
"It is a fancy picture," he said. "I think you would need a long time to find the original."
"It has taken a long time," said Jack. "But you are mistaken. That is a picture of my sister."
"Of your sister!" repeated the salesman, with surprise, half incredulous.
"Yes," persisted Jack. "She is my sister."
"If it is your sister," said the clerk, "you ought to know where she is."
Jack was about to reply, when the attention of both was called by a surprised exclamation7 from a lady who had paused beside them. Her eyes also were fixed8 upon the "Flower Girl."
"Who is this?" she asked, in visible excitement. "Is it taken from life?"
"This young man says it is his sister," said the clerk.
"Your sister?" repeated the lady, her eyes fixed inquiringly upon Jack.
"Yes, madam," answered Jack, respectfully.
"Pardon me," she said, "there is very little personal resemblance. I should not have suspected that you were her brother."
"She is not my own sister," explained Jack, "but I love her just the same."
"Do you live in Philadelphia? Could I see her?" asked the lady, eagerly.
"I live in New York, madam," said Jack; "but Ida was stolen from us about three weeks since, and I have come here in pursuit of her. I have not been able to find her yet."
"Yes, madam."
"My young friend," said the woman, rapidly, "I have been much interested in the story of your sister. I should like to hear more, but not here. Would you have any objection to coming home with me, and telling me the rest? Then we will together concert measures for recovering her."
"You are very kind, madam," said Jack, bashfully; for the lady was elegantly dressed, and it had never been his fortune to converse11 with a lady of her social position. "I shall be glad to go home with you, and shall be very much obliged for your advice and assistance."
"Then we will drive home at once."
With natural gallantry, Jack assisted the lady into the carriage, and, at her bidding, got in himself.
"Home, Thomas!" she directed the driver; "and drive as fast as possible."
"Yes, madam."
"How old was your sister when your parents adopted her?" asked Mrs. Clifton.
"About a year old, madam."
"And how long since was that?" asked the lady, waiting for the answer with breathless interest.
"Seven years since. She is now eight."
"It must be," murmured the lady, in low tones. "If it is indeed, as I hope, my life will indeed be blessed."
"Did you speak, madam?"
"Tell me under what circumstances your family adopted her."
"It was at the close of December, the night before New Year's."
"It is, it must be she!" ejaculated Mrs. Clifton, clasping her hands, while tears of joy welled from her eyes.
"I--I don't understand," said Jack, naturally astonished.
"My young friend," said the lady, "our meeting this morning seems providential. I have every reason to believe that this child--your adopted sister--is my daughter, stolen from me by an unknown enemy at the time of which I speak. From that day to this I have never been able to obtain the slightest clew that might lead to her discovery. I have long taught myself to think of her as dead."
It was Jack's turn to be surprised. He looked at the lady beside him. She was barely thirty. The beauty of her girlhood had ripened17 into the maturer beauty of womanhood. There was the same dazzling complexion18, the same soft flush upon the cheeks. The eyes, too, were wonderfully like Ida's. Jack looked, and as he looked he became convinced.
"You must be right," he said. "Ida is very much like you."
"You think so?" said Mrs. Clifton, eagerly.
"Yes, madam."
"I had a picture--a daguerreotype19--taken of Ida just before I lost her; I have treasured it carefully. I must show it to you when we get to my house."
The carriage stopped before a stately mansion20 in a wide and quiet street. The driver dismounted and opened the door. Jack assisted Mrs. Clifton to alight.
Bashfully our hero followed the lady up the steps, and, at her bidding, seated himself in an elegant parlor21 furnished with a splendor22 which excited his admiration23 and wonder. He had little time to look about him, for Mrs. Clifton, without pausing to remove her street attire24, hastened downstairs with an open daguerreotype in her hand.
"Can you remember Ida when she was first brought to your house?" she asked. "Did she look anything like this picture?"
"It is her image," answered Jack, decidedly. "I should know it anywhere."
"Then there can be no further doubt," said Mrs. Clifton. "It is my child you have cared for so long. Oh! why could I not have known it before? How many lonely days and sleepless25 nights it would have spared me! But God be thanked for this late blessing26! I shall see my child again."
"I hope so, madam. We must find her."
"What is your name, my young friend?"
"My name is Harding--Jack Harding."
"Jack?" repeated the lady, smiling.
"Yes, madam; that is what they call me. It would not seem natural to be called John."
"Very well," said Mrs. Clifton, with a smile which went to Jack's heart at once, and made him think her, if any more beautiful than Ida; "as Ida is your adopted sister--"
"You are a young guardian. But, as I was about to say, that makes us connected in some way, doesn't it? I won't call you Mr. Harding, for that would sound too formal. I will call you Jack."
"I wish you would," said our hero, his face brightening with pride.
It almost upset him to be called Jack by a beautiful lady, who every day of her life was accustomed to live in a splendor which it seemed to Jack could not be exceeded even by royal state. Had Mrs. Clifton been Queen Victoria herself, he could not have felt a profounder respect and veneration28 for her than he did already.
"Now, Jack," said Mrs. Clifton, in a friendly manner which delighted our hero, "we must take measures to discover Ida immediately. I want you to tell me about her disappearance29 from your house, and what steps you have taken thus far toward finding her."
Jack began at the beginning and described the appearance of Mrs. Hardwick; how she had been permitted to carry Ida away under false representations, and the manner in which he had tracked her to Philadelphia. He spoke30 finally of her arrest, and her obstinate31 refusal to impart any information as to where Ida was concealed32.
Mrs. Clifton listened attentively33 and anxiously. There were more difficulties in the way than she had supposed.
"Can you think of any plan, Jack?" she asked, anxiously.
"Yes, madam," answered Jack. "The man who painted the picture of Ida may know where she is to be found."
"You are right," said the lady. "I will act upon your hint. I will order the carriage again instantly, and we will at once go back to the print store."
An hour later Henry Bowen was surprised by the visit of an elegant lady to his studio, accompanied by a young man of seventeen.
"I think you are the artist who designed 'The Flower Girl,'" said Mrs. Clifton.
"I am, madam."
"It was taken from life?"
"You are right."
"I am anxious to find the little girl whose face you copied. Can you give me any directions that will enable me to find her?"
"I will accompany you to the place where she lives, if you desire it, madam," said the young artist, politely. "It is a strange neighborhood in which to look for so much beauty."
"I shall be deeply indebted to you if you will oblige me so far," said Mrs. Clifton. "My carriage is below, and my coachman will obey your orders."
Once more they were on the move. In due time the carriage paused. The driver opened the door. He was evidently quite scandalized at the idea of bringing his mistress to such a place.
"This can't be the place, madam," he said.
"Yes," said the artist. "Do not get out, Mrs. Clifton. I will go in, and find out all that is needful."
Two minutes later he returned, looking disappointed.
"We are too late," he said. "An hour since a gentleman called, and took away the child."
Mrs. Clifton sank back in her seat in keen disappointment.
"My child! my child!" she murmured. "Shall I ever see thee again?"
Jack, too, felt more disappointed than he was willing to acknowledge. He could not conjecture34 what gentleman could have carried away Ida. The affair seemed darker and mere35 complicated than ever.
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