The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-04-18
la sua vita.


But for an instant kept them prtsO1crs.
Tho full moon looked for Mary War
riner's little house that night as soon as
q clearance of the sky permitted, and
then beamed down on her abode efful-
gently. But it was II o'clock before the
gusty wind blew the thick clouds aside
and let the orb illuminate Overlook.
Back of the shed in which the telegrapher
worked by day was structure in which
she slept ut night. It was built of slabs.
with big growing trees to form its ir-
regular corners, and their lowest limbs
contributed the rafters, while stripped
bark and evergreen boughs made the
roof. The foliage swayed above in the
fitful wind, and covered the cabin and
the grass around it with commingling.
separating, capering shadows of leaves.
as though multitude of little black de-
mons were trying to get to the slumberer
within. Their antics looked spiteful and
angry ut first. but Us the wind lessened
to u breeze, and as the moon seemed to
mollify them, they became frolicsome
without malice, and at length, when the
merest zephyrs impelled their motions.
they gamboled lazily, good humoredly
above and around the couch of Mary Mite.
It was midnight when man shot into
the open space around the cabin like a
missile. He ran first to the front Of the
structure, where tarpaulin curtained
the shed for the night, and gazed for q
moment blankly at this indication that
the hour was not one of business. IRE
mendous haste was denoted in his every
step and gesture. He plucked twice at
the canvas as though to pull it down.
Then he skurried around to the single
window of Mary's apartment, whose
only door opened into the shed, and
pounded with his knuckles on the i'll
fitted sash, making it clatter loudly. 81.
lence within followed this noise without.
"Hello! Wake up" he cried. "DonI
fool for minute. Wake up!'
There was no response, and he skipped
to and fro in his impatience. He was an
ordinary shovelcr and FOUNDER, with
nothing to distinguish him from the mass
Of manual laborers at Overlook, but un
| like tho usual man with an GRAND at the
telegraph station fourished scrap oil
pape-.
II want to telegraph" he shouted, and
struck tho window again. Get up
quick! It's life and DEATH" F
Mary Warriner was convinced that
her services werc urgently and properly
required. She peeped warily out to in
/ spect the man, estimated him to bt
! merely q messenger, and then opened
wide the sash, which swung la:cra!ly OF
hinges. Flor delicate face bore the sam,
sort Of calm that characterize it FUR
ing business hours. but the moo, shon,
on it now, tho hair had got loose from
the bondage of knot and pin, ard for a,
outer garment she was carelessly en-
wrapped in white, fnccy blanket. Tn
man cid not give her time to inquiE
what was wanted.
You're the telegraph girl. amt you?
he exclaimed. swell. here's somethin,
to telegraph. It's in u hurry, hurry
hurry. Don't lose C. minute"
II couldn't send it tonight" Mar,
. said.
you must!'
cit isn't possible. There is nobody a
the ether end of tho limo to receive il
Tho wire is private-bclongs to the rail
road company-isn't operated except il
the daytime. You'll lave to wait unit
| tomorrow"
Tomorrow I'll be hundred year
old or else dead" the man almost wall
ed in despair.
WHAT
II was only ten years old yesterday
Tonight I'm sixty. To-morrow'n be to
late. Here-hcre-sen6 it tonight, miss
Please send it tonight
/ The mystified girl mechanically tool
the piece of paper which he thrust int