DeSoto times. (Hernando, Miss.) 1879-1898, 1890-10-30
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| hs "O nor Win Inat peculiar CLEAN
IN his eyes, which did not turn from hel
as she looked up, she grew uneasy and
found 1t impossible to accomplish any
thing.
a few minutes passed. Still the
silent stare. Would the book-keepel
or the boy never come? Or Mr.. Stanton
why was he SO much later than usual:
II the man would only say something.
She must try and get rid of him in some
way.
'lf your business relates to the office
sir, perhaps l can be of SERVICE" she
said, timidly.
Without change of feature, with
eyes still fixed upon her face, he terri
fed the girl by replying: "Yes; was
just thinking you might help me. When
leave this Office must take with me
Mr.. Stanton's brains!o
Without seeming to notice the white,
terror'stricken face of the girl, he con-
tinued; "Listen-I will tell you. But
walt, it will not do to be disturbed" So
saying, and to Jennie's increased terror,
he turned the key in the door. Her
brain reeled; she sunk, faint and tremb-
ling, in her chair. Locked in with a
madman! Would no help come? She
strove to cry out, but could give forth
no sound. The man returned, and
again seated himself near the fright
ened girl.
II must be brief. I must finish be.
fora Mr.. Stanton comes. Mr.. Stanton
and started in business at the same
time. l had plenty of money and he
comparatively none. l started on q
grand scale-he on small one. had
hosts of friends. | married, had a beau
tiful home, and every thing that man
could wish for, and the future seemed
bright To be sure | lost steadily in
my business, but still had plenty, and
it would only be matter of a short
time when the business would pay. Mr..
Stanton was succeeding with his small
capital, why should not l with my great
wealth? But, finally and almost be-
fore | realized it, tho crash came.
Every thing was swept away. Business,
home, friends, all. Why was it? Why
could not | succeed when | had every
thing to start on, and Stanton nothing?
My once friends laughed, and said:
You didn't have Stanton's brains, you
know And, again, as l struggled hopa.
lessly to regain footing, the sarcastic
remark was: Get Stanton's brains |
tried in every way to succeed But no;
l got deeper in debt each day. And
then, when all hope had fed, those
words rung in my ears. All! that was
the grand secret of future success! I
must get Mr.. Stanton's brains. | hear
the words night and day l see them
wherever l look. And now, not only
my success, but my peace of mind de-
ponds upon accomplishing my object.
l must have them, and you will help
meW
Like one turned to stone the girl sat,
too frightened to speak. But the ma
MAC, his eyes flashing, his hands con-
working, noticed nothing, so
intent was he telling his story.
See" continued he, 81 have a knife,
a surgeons knife. All! but it is sharp!
Now | shall soon have rest" and he
handled the cleaning, polished steel
with caressing motion.
Jennie's eyes, full of agony, instinct
lively sought the window where young
Darcy sat. But he, looking at her,
could see nothing Of the pain and terror
On that young face. Oh! if she could |
only signal to him! If she could only
Try out! Once or twice some one tried |
5he door, but finding it locked, walked
away. But no sound issued from her
ips. And bear in mind all this took
out a few minutes, although it seemed |
hours to the almost paralyzed girl. If
he man would only leave her, do any
hing but finger the shining blade, it
would be a relief Again she looked
lcross the street Again the appealing
ook from the girl. Oh! surely he sees
omething is wrong, for he has placed
lis pen on his desk, and his face is
urned steadily toward her. Perhaps
10 has caught glimpse of the steel
nd is puzzled to know what it means.
f she could only signal to him for help
low that he is looking. But what can
he do with this man before her, watch
ng her every movement. But see the
nan with stealthy tread now moves
lowly toward the door, and with bent
nee places his ear to the key-hole, as
hough listening for footsteps
Now is her chance She raises her
rms on high with an jmploring gest-
re. She dares not cry, even though
he could Thank Heaven! the young
Ian has risen to his feet and stands
18th his hand resting on the back of his
hair. Again the imploring gesture.
he young man turns in an uncertain,
esitating manner, while her eyes roam ,
cross the room, wildly hoping for some
ther means to convey to him her need
/ assistance. She sees the marking (
ot, with it's big, black brush, but {
here the paper large enough for her t
write on in letters that he may see r
cross the street? t
Suddenly the watcher across the way |
'es hurried movement on her part;
le arms are again raised, and, between
lem, on white surface, he reads: a
ELP! Her neat white apron, in which r
le had take such pride that morning, G
I'd formed her signal. c
Young Darcy hesitated no longer; but, n
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