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Her part in the pictures was finished and though he did not exactly relish the appearance on the screen of his daughter in battle scenes, the millionaire, realizing what his refusal would mean to Mr. Pertell, made no objections. Besides, it was Estelle Brown who was filmed, not Miss Passamore.
"It's this, Daddy," went on Ruth, holding out the paper. "We were going to wrap Alice's muddy shoes in this sheet, when we happened to notice an account of the mysterious disappearance of a Mildred Passamore, of San Francisco, for whom ten thousand dollars reward is offered. There has been nothing in the New York papers about it." Mr.
There was a look of joy and happiness on her face; and yet it was not such as would come after a separation of four years. It was as if she had only separated from her loved ones a few hours before. "Oh, Daddy! Momsey!" she cried. "I did so want you! And did you bring Estelle Brown?" "My little girl! My own little lost girl!" cried Mrs. Passamore.
"But I don't understand how it happened." Later on it was all made clear. Mildred Passamore, the daughter of a wealthy family, living temporarily at the Palace Hotel, in San Francisco, had started on a trip to visit relatives in Seattle. She was well supplied with money.
Mr. Passamore gave us the ten thousand dollars reward, you know." "All right!" laughed the director, "then I'll bill you as the rich-poor girls." Before going back to San Francisco with Mildred, Mr. Passamore had insisted that Ruth and Alice take the reward, as it was through their agency that he received word of his daughter's whereabouts.
"And did you bring Estelle?" asked Mildred. "Yes, here is your doll!" and as Mr. Passamore handed it to his daughter he and his wife exchanged tearful glances of joy. The lost had been found. It was a scene of rejoicing at Oak Farm, and the moving picture girls came in for a big share of praise.
Pertell, lamely. "The nurse tells me you are a moving picture company," went on Mildred. "I shall be interested to see how you act. I always had a half-formed desire to be a moving picture actress, but I know Daddy Passamore would never consent to it." "And she's been in the films for three years or more, and doesn't remember a thing about it!" murmured Alice. "Good-night!"
That she was not recognized as the missing girl was not strange, since the search in the East had not been prosecuted as vigorously as it had been in the West. Mr. and Mrs. Passamore, hearing that the train on which their daughter was traveling had been wrecked, hastened to Portland, but there they could find no trace of Mildred.
"Is your name Passamore?" whispered Ruth. "Yes, I am Mildred Passamore. My father is Jared Passamore of San Francisco. I don't know why I am here, except that I was hurt in the railroad accident. If you will telegraph to my father, at the Palace Hotel, San Francisco, he will come and get me. And please tell him to bring my doll, Estelle Brown.
"Oh, I do remember!" gasped Ruth. "And this is she!" "Must be!" declared Alice. "She says that's her name. And from what she told us she can, as Estelle Brown, think back only about four years. She must have received some injury that took away her memory. Now she is herself again. "Ruth, I believe we have found the missing Mildred Passamore! We must tell daddy at once, and Mr. Pertell.
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