The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-09-12

of his books shows that he has robbed
me of at least 5000, OOO."
but you are rated at o million; sure
ly You can weather the Storm" said
Henry, hope rather than reason prompt
ing his words.
IF you were business man, as !
wanted You to be-" said Mr.. Henshall
impatiently. ''you would know that a
mans rating by an agency is never an
evidence of the cash he can command"
Then, rising from his chair, he laid his
hands on his sons shoulders, looked
eagerly into his eyes and added, "Harry,
you can save me if you will"
II, fathery' and behind the old gentle
man Henry Henshall saw the Undine
face peering at him from the pictured
water on the easel.
Eyes, you, Harry. Sitdown and when
I have told you all am sure you will
fall in with my purpose, for have beer.
to you a good father, and feel that you
will be to me dutiful son."
Henry sat down. and, taking a chair
facing him, his father went on to explain
his troubles.
II am In tho power Of one man." he
said, land by a scratch Of his pen he can
ruin or save me-"
who is that?" asked Henry.
Edward Hartman"
1.-The banker?'
eyes, Edward Hartman, Lena Hart
mans father. Harry, you and Lena
played together as children, and Mr..
Hartman and I've were neighbors and
good friends in those days-often laugh
ingly spoke Of the marriage Of you and
Lena. From that time to this she has
loved you. She is an only child and her
father is worth %, 000, 900.
If you viii call on her at once may
get time to think, and If you ask her to
marry you it will save me and your
mother from an old age of poverty, and
in tho end you will bless the day thst
You took my advice"
Mr.. Henshall held out his trembling
hands appeaiingly, and Henry, who sat
with his back to the picture, took them
and said impulsively:
II would give my life gladly to save
You from trouble, father, so will do as
you request; though it will be unjust to
Lena Hartman to offer her my hand
when I cannot give her my heart"
Rejoicing much at his sons obedience
Mr.. Henshall left the studio.
Then Henry turned to the easel, and
moro distinctly than it had yet appeared
he saw the beautiful, mysterious face
looking up appealingly from the water.
He contrasted this exquisite ideal with
the real Lena Hartman, the art child
that haunted him sleeping and waking,
with the large. full faced and stupidity
good natured bankers daughter.
Henry Henshall's mind was certainly
in an unusual state of perturbation, but
it was placidity itself compared with the
condition Of his unknown idol.
The sudden disappearance of Mr..
Crawford and his family from No. g.
West Thirty eighth street was at the
of DR.. Watson, whose keen
ears and sharp eyes were quick to dis
cover the hourly increasing curiosity of
their neighbors in the apartment house,
and it was DR.. Watson who secured the
new and more secluded quarters on
Kowenhaven place, near Sixty-seventh
street and Central park.
Being retired, well furnished and on
the ground floor, the new apartments
were preferable to the old ones, and
Miss Brown, the governess, who of late
had shown coquettish interest in Mr..
declared to Edna that it was
"a perfect little paradise of home"
To Edna Crawford, who seemed to
have lost interest in life. it mattered not
where she was or whittier she went, SO
hat the place offered her refuge from
The haunting eyes of DR.. Watson.
To avoid meeting this man at table
The feigned sickness and had her meals
served in her room; but the very means
ased to avoid him brought him into her
presence with an eager tender Of his pro-
services.
When he was out Of sight she loathed
him; when he was near, with his strange
yes burning into her face. or his fingers
messing her pulse. while he pretended
o look at his watch, she was Us power
ess to resist as bird under the fascina-
ion of q snake.
Fortunately, the doctor was now away
he greater part Of every day, and Edna !
would take advantage of his absence to
comfort herself with the magic violin.
She Stunned her father, because he was
orever sounding the praises of the doc
or; and, for the same reason, she avoided
Hiss Brown as much as possible, though
hat lady's increasing devotion to Mr..
crawford did not escape her notice.
One evening after supper she heard
Or. Watson saying to her father in the
lall, II expect to SEQ a party from the