Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-05-17

homes OF his WORKING people would dot with
happy cottages all the hills and valleys near.
But Bertha. Did he love his mills or her
the more! She should not be permitted even to
guess her own terrible story, or her life would
be clouded like his But the air Of the vii
lage would soon be trembling with the news,
and the hand OF pitiiess justice would be laid
upon her. Should he wait for lit God had
granted him one week of peace, and now this
month for warning Was not the world
Target Were there not high mountains and
unpeopled deserts, where they could be safel
where he could hide his darling from insult
ing looks and words, where no prison cells
gaped open for heri
A sudden great light broke over Philips
face as he walked his little study with rapid
turns. He could save her. The plan un-
folded itself in his mind. There was yet time
if he were quick. He must give up his great
plan for his workmen; he must sell his mill,
but he could yet save his wife if she were
willing. But she might refuse to 60. Philip
hurried to the room whero he had left her
an1 opened the door so suddenly that she
started up in terror. Her nerves were so
shaken that day, poor girl.
Bertha, my love" he said, breathlessly,
show would you like trip to EuropeY"
"You are joking, Philip" Was It eager
ness or aversion in her eyes? He felt afraid
10 look and see. What resource was left If
busineSsln
There was an infection in her voice that
made him glance quickly at her face. The
coldeSt women have their enthusiasms; he
aad touched hers He hardly knew her, her
face had such new vitality in it.
"And would you really like it so muchY"
ne said, with his deep tenderness, that had q
touch of reProach in it, which she was too
dull ever to catch. He came up to her and
explained what charming routes they should
take, and what lovely lands they should see.
Not France and Italy and the banks of tho
Rhine alone, but even Egypt and the far
east, not q spot of beauty in the whole far
off world, but they would enjoy it.
A flush was on Berthas checks, at last, and
her eyes shone like young girls while q
lover whispers the first romance into her
ears. And Philip sat by her side only too
happy to see her smile, and to touch her
golden braids of hair.
1t was after the table in Mrs. Ginness' fac
tory boarding house had been set for next
mornings breakfast, which was soon after
tea this same day, that ono of the boarders
came into the dining room and cleared away
the dishes in front of him to write letter.
1t was not very highly ornamented room,
but everything was painfully clean, remind
ing one of the aching arms of some poor
woman, everything but the table cloth. Clean
linen is one of the most exclusive luxuries of
the rich; the Industrious poor may achieve
shining floors, and glistening faces, but spot
less linen is quite beyond them. But it made
very little difference to this man tonight,
for his eyes were swollen so that dis
eliminating vision was out of the question.
He spread his paper before him, and
after uncorking his ink bottle, made two or
three abortive attempts to dip his pen. Then
Bales, for it was he, looked around to see if
anybody was laughing at him. But the room
was empty, all but a French girl and her
lover in ono corner, who were quite too
much taken up with each other to take notice
of anybody else Then he tried again, and
this time linked not alone the pen and half
the length of the holder, but the palm of his
hand in addition, and as natural but ap-
parently not foreseen consequence, that por.
tion of the tablecloth within his reach. If it
had been much that Bales had cared to say,
he probably would have given it up in de-
spair, but it was only two lines, and even a
blind man could write two lines, if he had
whole sheet Of paper for leeway. The two
lines Bales wrote were these:
"Curran You are wanted here at once!
A friend