Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-07-24

tsseading divers Of the eity vavs. Ia which
~ dea again into Chang GALLEY. x look
0vs .pre PRESTON haggard, careworn look
$500 upon the young mans face as he
"ossea u, his head bent down. Suddenly
,ber "eeS, giad cry-oh! so out of place
and IooEaI upon his ear, and he stopped
next instant two little eloved hands thrust
taou. MS, Two brown eyes swimming with
Iears looking into his black ones. .Oh.
EaInesol. the girl cried-she was young
h hio pretty, but dressed very plainly in
placx, q until this moment had worn
me?N o"' you sAoo w See
Glad, my darlingw he cried, oil tho
care gone out of his face; 1yes. yery glad.
OF know 1 Am glad"
you do love me as much as ever"
sue pleaded with her eyes fixed so very
Yes" he said, simply. Nor did she
aouot nm now, though during the last
1or1nlght OF estrangement following that
MIetcned petty quarrel she had fancied
an sorts of dreadful things. "More and
more every day. dearest. 1t was all my
lauic,, Ethel. l had been worried and
you" "pA
The girl looked up at him with clinging
eyes, as if it had been a privilege he had
granted her. Then she said, but not re.
proachfully, 81 have been here half an
nour: l expected you bofore."
coo 9id your he answered. at was so
like yourself! But you must come in for
a minute with me, Ethel. The house is
cave to be away this afternoon, and
Crltchlow, our cashier, will lave left by
81 don't think 1 ought" she said. smi1-
Nonsense" he replied gayly. 81 must
put my books away now, and come back
after tea. And see, if you are thinking of
the proprieties, thore is a policeman
watching yatcni US with the most unaattering
He opened the door with his kew, and
she came shyly SIM, and they went up
stairs, his arm round her waist-a strange
sight in that dusty place-their steps
echoing in the empty house. AT the top
of the stairs the door into the large clerks
room roc was ajar; Crisp pushed it open and
your work?' she asked, devouring with
VIDE open eyes the long bare room, with
Its four windows, its row of desks and
stools along one side INC the glass box in
the far corner,
No" he answered., laughing, 81 am
~ w w u dOOto UulSt uuIIluX,
Only l am obliged to be very careful not
to throw stones" Heled her up the room,
and unlocking the door of his glass house,
took her in. How delightful it was to help
her up on his high stool, and hold her
therefor, of course, being unaccustomed
to it, she might have become gidiyl And
see her fit her little boots to the rail of the
desk, and unlock the latter and come at
once face to face with her own photo
graph! And then to see her blush, all
pleasure at this proof of his fidelity! 1t
was all so delightful that he wondered
on Saturday afternoons before, he had
never brought her to SEQ his office.
And where do those doors lead to?
Don't, Ernest; please leave my hair alone,
there?:"
He stopped at once-whatever he was
doing-and a dark shadow fell across his
face. That is Critchlow's room," he said.
And, by Jove, he's left his key in it.
There's a nice piece of carelessness!" But
there was no citation in his voice. cpl
take the key and convict him at any rate
of this" the young man said modify, and
went out of his glass case aud crossed the
door to the door. The girl followed him,
a strange sudden feeling of the emptiness
of the house upon her.
Crisp, after trying the cashier's door
and findingit locked, slipped the key out
and put it into his pocket. Then he locked
his w door and pocketed that key also.
It was strange, perhaps, that he took no
farewell kiss in the hall, but opened the
outer door hastily, and seemed to breathe
moro freely when they were out of the
alley and in the peopled street.
They took so long a walk, Ethel telling
her lover of her latest troubles at Maintree
House, a young ladies' seminary where
she was tolerated as teacher of English,
and Ernest coniding the dreadful matter
Of the error in his accounts, that when
they parted he gave up all thought Of re.
turning to his books.
but you must not be late another day,
sir" were her last words. He thought
nothing of them then, but afterward when
had been no appointment made for that
afternoon, no promise given, no time
fixed. So how could he lave been late? It
was odd. What did she mean by saying
he was latef
CHAPTER III.
Crisp's omission to return to tho books
may nave blunted his moral sense; or it
may ave been mere chance that led him
to be nearly q quarter of au hour late on
Monday morning. AS he hurried up the
alley he was surprised by tho sight of a
group collected about Parkmans' door.
Among them were one or two of Park
mans clefkS looking unlike CueulSelVoS,
and one or two policemen unable to look
anything but themselves.
SWhat is up?' he asked, lightly; but
though they all seemed to BIO looking at
him, no one answered. Instead, a clerk,
one of the juniors, said aud bly,: 'That is
Mr.. Crisp!" and a strange voice answered,
emphatically: "'That is the mani" This
seemed to cause a sensation, amid which
short, stout person, with a blunt hearty
voice aud a humorous w pushed through
the group, and said: "This way, sir,
please" in q voice of authority.
"What in the world is the matter?"
asked Crisp.
"Tell, you in q moment, sir. Please to
step with me up to Mr.. Parkman's room"
And he took Crisp by the arm, in what the
latter Thought an odd fashion, and so led
him up, and swiftly through ths clerks
office, which was half full or staring gap
ers, and into the Junior partners room.
Crisp looked tround him in utter be-
wilderment. On the hearth rug stood Mr..
Parkman, pale and agitated: BY the win
dow two gentlemen were talking. AT the
table, apparently making some notes, sat
q police officer.
"Watson," said his conductor, shutting
the door firmly behind them, "do you lake
him?" and fell back into a corner of the
room where he seemed to busy himself
with an old Joe Miller so very facetious
that it rendered him oblivious tn all going
on around him.
Whife Crisp stood looking from one to