Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-02-12

young man was Ill > I'll le vi cACllc-
ment bordering on delirium. Lady
Loveday sighed rs her eye ran over
the mass OF pushing. perspiring. be-
mackintoshed human beings on the
platform.
Where isn't soul here that want
to speak to-" she thought settling in
to the comfortable corner-place which
the youthful professor had secured for
her; and then. as her eyes caught the
square-shouldered back of a check
coated man in the distance. she added,
mentally: THAT looks like nice
man. His hair is cut beautifully short
and he's got brown neck and prop
erly ironed collar. He reminds me
OF poor Dick"
But. directly after. the train steam
ed out OF the station and Lady Love-
days "reminiscences came to an end.
She had to make conversation with
her cicerone for the day. and Il whole
carriageful Of other people. by the
time they had arrived at the pits
mouth and were waiting their turn to
go down, Lena was not sure that she
wanted to engage in such perilous
experiment
Only about quarter OF the trainful
of people could be accommodated
under the shed which covered the
shaft, the rest were waiting outside.
Finally, however, she was jammed
with some seven or eight other people,
including her scientific admirer in
the Undiscovered bucket, and was
emptied out after an uncanny descent
through black void. into the brown.
walled cavern at the bottom. The
mine had been decorated with
thousands of candles in honor OF the
event, and each visitor was provided
with tallow dip stuck into wooden
handle. Down in the depths of the
mine the Scotch professor waxed con-
fdential, not to say tender.
This man is getting bore, :"
thought Lady Loveday; Il must really
evade him somehow" and with
another turn OF the rock she managed
to clip away from him. Candle in
hand. she followed a group OF people
in front Of her. Presently one Of the
party-the young man whose back
she had seen on the platform stop
ped. and, with an action which she
recognized at once, struck match.
stopped his head, and lighted a
cigarette.
why, it is Dickr' she murmured;
and just then he turned and saw her.
Il thought you were in-Afghanis-
tin," she went on. hurriedly, as he
stood gazing at her.
80 have been, for the last two
years. That frontier business took
longer than thought. And you?"
Lady Loveday blushed and looked
down. Here was an adventure after
her own heart. She was a curious
mixture of practical worldliness and
theoretical sentimentality. She had
liked him, handsome, penniless Cap.
tain Bramwell, moro than any man
she had ever known, and newell, she
was quite aware he had worshiped the
ground she trod on. But all that was
three years ago. and in three years
there are many changes
Il saw you the other night" he
continued presently; 'you came in an
awfully fetching cloak, with white,
fluffy thing around your neck. L We
been trying to find you out ever since.
but nobody that asked could tell me
about Miss Gardner
Lady Loveday smiled. He did not
know OF her marriage, them The ca
price took her not to tell him just ye
she wanted. womanlike. to see if he
had remained faithful all these years
"Oh, I'm such an Insignificant per.
son in tho midst of all these big wigs.
Dick smiled back at her-he had ;
charming smile-and they wandered
along together. each with tallow di]
Pickering and spluttering, and fitfull.
lighting their handsome young faces
She had not altered one bit he said
and she declared he was as brown a
a Hindoo, and would have to b
scraped white. Time flies when oil
lovers meet and nearly an hour ha'
gone before Dick had told her that h
had come down to the Association t
read paper in the geographical sec
ton. Would she come and hear il
OF course. OF course. she would! Poo
old Dick! Why. he was just as har
hit she firmly believed. as ever.
When they at length got back to tn
bottom OF the shaft there was not
soul to be seen. Tie awful truth bega
to dawn upon them that they had bee
lett behind. How easy they might be
, with the five or six hundred peopl
who had come with the excursion. the
both saw at a glance. What was to
done? Nothing-absolutely nothing