The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-06-01

Eyes, mamma, " and "No. mamma" like
a roundabout having an outing.
At length Mrs. Grantley's signal gave a
welcome relief, which faded before a
shock, for as Ambrose Neames bowed and
drew back her chair he whispered TO Win
ME with an undeniable air Of tenderness:
"Only for few moments. Our memories
share a responsive chord, you know, which
will draw me to you" Was the man daft
or simply and naturally insolents Win
MES head was proud indeed. Her dreamy
eyes flashed angrily as she replied:
"ChordD she repeated fiippantly. 'Tis
apron string you mean"
In the drawing room Mrs. Neames, to
further exemplify her strength Of charac-
ter, went to sleep without any dissem bling.
This gave Winnie chance to crafty
her curiosity, which, regardless Of her in
difference, had become exigent.
Tell me, auntle," she asked, "why
does that young man-why does every one
defer 80 ridiculously to herr"
"Husb, my child, I" said Mrs Grantley.
"Why, don't you knowS She Is liable TO
heart stroke and must be saved from any
excitement. Such flal submission in a
great, strong man seems noble to me-"
After this explanation Winnie retired 10
a corner and pondered. Nor did she emerge
therefrom until the guest aroused with
start and forthwith talked vociferously,
as II continuing an animated conversa-
ton. Then she sprang to the old lady's
side and attended upon her with surpris-
ing gentleness. Mrs. Neames, however,
did not make such responses as this con-
sideration merited. She seemed preoccu-
pied. Her gaze was fxed--fixed with
glare on the young girls hand. Finally
she spoke, and her voice might have EN-
bellished any one Of the fates.
"Where did you get my sons ringi" she
asked
"Please, maam, he left it with me-
that Is, | borrowed 1t, just TO look at, you
know" stammered the discounted Win
ME as she incontinently retreated into her
corner. How her cheeks burned, and how
her heart thumped, even as it had during
that terrible racel She felt as If every eye
rested on her with suspicion. Oh, what
should she dor Surely they-surely he
would understand that she had not known
that her intense grip he'd removed and re-
strained the ring. She would explain, but
how would she dare face him after her dis
dainf All there lay the sting No one for
an instant would doubt her story, but
was life forever after an impenetrable
glooml IL this brown, subdued, demure
young man was the hero of her dreams,
who had diverted every impulse of her soul
during the past month, then he was no
longer brown and subdued and demure,
but altogether glorious and worshipful.
And what miserable little fool she had
been not to perceive it'll Granted that she
was near sighted, n blind person of any dis
cernment must have recognized at once
his grand personality. Had she, then, sin
ned beyond forgiveness? No. Surely one
so noble would ignore her fiippancy, even
as the lion scorns the yelping of jackal
But was such forgiveness what she craved?
All, fiuttering heart, even to thyself thou
dost not confess thy desiresl
There were pleasant sounds of laugh
| ter and the men entered. Winnie watched
Ambrose Neames with eyes Of adulation.
| How gentle how gallant he was-so con-
| siderate toward his mother, so courteous
toward his entertainers All modesty was
| the only panoply befitting a knight with
out fear or shamel A great gratitude
swelled within the girl and overmastered
every other emotion. He had rsked his
| life to save her, stranger, from worse
than death. No conventional scruple should
restrain the expression of her appreciation
With n gesture which seemed imperious,
because it was impatient, she called him
to her side.
"Shall we sound that chord, Miss Dris
colli' he began gayly. "Or do you think
that so dull a slave can have no thought
save of slavery"
"Oh, don't-pray don't" Winnie plead
ed. Forgive me. | didn't recognize you.
Oh, you were so good" And before he
could comprehend or stay the emotion she
bent and kissed his hand.
Ambrose Neames flushed and famed
with passion. No one surely could deem
him brown, subdued and demure young
man, and least of all could Winnie. He
seemed god manifesting his divinity.
"Iwould rather have died than have had
you do that" he cried. al am the one to
worship-to worship you forever. Can't
you feel-don't you know that from the
instant / saw you l have loved your"
Winnie sighed-oh, so tenderlyl
Ambrose" she murmured. Ambrose
what IA dear name"
At this juncture there was sharp, dis.
cordant interruption.
my son., rasped Mrs. Neames' voice
that young miss there has your grand
fathers ring, which you said you had
lostln
YES" whispered the girl, "I have your
ring, and-and I'll keep it if you like. -
New York Times.