Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-09-09

Oraham, demonstrated at last
SELF" 'o"'-
LET me clear myself, dear friend"
the young man answered. land rerav
Inc money YOU and my other friends
nave advanced to me, and will rest:
1--WE stand better chance of get
ing our money you rest before YOU
Throw yourself into brain fever" said
the cd gentleman. sGo out of town
LOT month or two, while this scorch-
ing heat lasts"
II don't know but l could leave
now" Walter said, musingly, II have
nan mind to go to Europe"
10 Europe" cried Mr.. Graham.
II i've now for just two objects,
Mr.. Graham" was the reply to this
exclamation. Zone is to redeem nv
good name by plying my debts, and
Ine o1ner IS TOT revenge upon Bates.
III md him If he is above ground,
ana Iii have my money again, or it
will go hard with him."
III that is what YOU are going to
Europe for l would advise you to
postpone your holiday. and stick to
your counting house." said the old
gentleman dryly. Send detective
after your partner it you plea e. but
90 not grow melodramatic about re-
venge"
lie took his old friends advice for
the time. leaving, the European trip
LOT the future, and going into the
country for real rest.
Nesting down among a cluster of
mis- fifteen miles from any railway
station, was a farmhouse where
walter Holmsby's mother had been
born, and lived until the rich New
York merchant in a summer pill
grlmage, fell in love with her pretty
face, and carried her away to his city
nome, where she lived only two short
years, and died before she was 20
The Old grandparents had coaxed the
boy from his father many and many a
summer, and now, weary and heart
sore, he thought there was no such
spot where he could have such per.
feet rest ard peace. as down in the
little New England valley.
Three days of rest passed without
any adventures, and the energetic
young city merchant was wondering
why farmers did not cut their own
threats from sheer lack OF excite
ment, when wandering one morning
some two miles from the farm house,
IN the shady paths of a grove, he
met his first adventure
1t was an interesting one, for, sit
ting at the foot of great oak tree,
he found Il pretty child crying Bit
terly. AT least he thought it was a
child until touching the golden head
bent low in sorrow he spoke some
words OF comfort Then the face
lifted to his proved to be that of a
young girl, Is or 10. fresh and fair as
a wood violet, and pretty in spite of
its tears.
pardon me-" he said, lifting his
hat II did not mean to intrude. l
heard you sobbing, and thought
might be of use.
mo one can help me-" she an
swered, the tears falling again.
Papa, is dyingn'
The young man stood silent, shocked
by the revelation OF grief 50 far be-
yOnd the childish trouble he had i'm
agined.
"But cannot be of any use?" he
asked. "Have you physician?"
"Yes, he has just gone. He told
me-and l came here Toto try to
get quiet, before 90 again to" and
the sobs choked the rest.
elias your father been i'll long?"
he asked, after the burst of sorrow
had spent itself.
"Ever since we came here, last fall
He had business trouble in New
York, and came here to see me and
spend few weeks with auntie. But
he began to be sick very soon, and
has been getting worse and worse
till now"
''Flom New York? lam from New
York. Perhaps l could be of some
service to your father. My name is
Holmsby."
The girl looked up with a startled
wonder in her great blue eyes
"Holmsby! Why, you must be
fathers partner
Ii she had fired pistol in his face
Walter Holmsby could not have
started more violently.
els your father Gordon Ba tcs!"
ayes, and I am Violet. Did he
ever tell you he had daughter? You
will come now and see him. How
pleased he will be-" she said inno-
Gently ale thinks you are the
noblest, best, truest man in the world.
And l know l havo to thank you for
his life when he was in Vicksburg.
He wrote me about that Will you
come now?"
Mechanically Walter followed her
as she led the way to pleasant cot
tage, and up stairs to darkened
chamber, where a man lay, sleeping
heavily.
1t was very bard to realize that a
few months had left only this wreck
of Gordon Bates All the manly
energy was gone from the attenuated
frame, the thin white hands crossed
feebly over the counterpart: the feat