The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-03-02

Jere Hartman had come out to them.
They greeted him with an angry shout.
I'VE are to be put off no longer. Is
it our rights by fair means or by foul.
Jere Harinans"
Your rights began Jere Hartman
ia his harsh. stern voice. | saw that
Nellie Hartman had slipped out to her
fathers side and laid her hand plead
ingly on his shoulder She did not fear
the angry men. for willingly not one Of
them would have harmed hair Of her
dainty head. | saw that she would have
pleaded with her father to be gentle with
them.
Yes. our rightsr yelled a voice in the
crowd. with an awful oath. He was
drunk OF blind with rage-surely he did
not see the girl at her fathers side. A
stone whizzed through the air. II might
have been Jere Harman's dcathblow
instead. it struck her It cut great.
cruel cash just above the temple
They sprang toward her-her friends
her lover-but Nellie Hartman put her
two hands out to me with sharp. gasp
ing cry.
Jack. Jackr she said. and caught
her in my arms
have lived over the agony. the joy. OF
that moment all through the long. lone
ly hours Of this night
It was Big John himself who brought
the doctor and cried like a child when
they told him she was dying His little
crippled child she had loved and cared
for, and It had died in her arms AYE.
and that harm should have come TO her,
who was more good and innocent Of
wrong than the angelsr' mnttered Big
John brokenly as he went away softened
and sorrowful
Jere Hartman sent me ont 70 tell the
men that he had yielded, and in the ST.
lence Of death they went away
The strike is over.
As ! sit here In the gray dawn. wait
ing. fearing. dreading the coming of the
morning and the news it may bring,
hear the chatter of horses hoofs. 1t is
a servant from the hall riding to the vii
lage on some errand.
what nowsY | call out hoarsely, and
learn that the worst is over and that she
will live.
Nellie Hartman lowered between life
and death for long weeks, and worked
"a ] had never worked before Jere
Hartman left much of the management
Of The mill in my hands. and put heart
and brain in the work, or | should have
gone mad in those weeks with the long
ing TO see her face. When she was well
again. | spent many evenings at the Hall
talking business with her father, who
came seldom to the Office in those DAYS.
He had broken in health with the recent
troubles and had lost energy. but he
was gentler and kinder than of old
Harry Desmond was always there.
was but "A duh guest | could not endure
his light heartedness, the triumph in his
eyes. the happiness in his laugh. could
not endure that he should call her by
name or smile on her
was a mad fOol
told Jere Hartman that must go
away, that | must have rest. change-a
vacation. Gordon. the young foreman.
eN''N h'h' ny uiHtNls anu nc
consented, though grudgingly.
The last evening | promised him to
spend at the hall and go over the ac-
counts with him.
Never had Nellie been brighter OF
gayer. | felt vague pang that my go
ing was SO little to her
II was early when Desmond left, and
IN III in 4.It -.
grasped my hand cordially in farewell,
and Nellie said simply "Goodby." and
went down the path slowly and sadly.
Suddenly | heard light. flying step
behind me as | reached the shadow of
the trees.
1t was Nellie.
| stepped back in the darkness. She
stopped as if listening and then came to-
ward me.
IL thought should oyertake you. she
whispered. slipping her arm through
mine. Did you think could let you
20 away tonight without last wordY'
There was something in her voice, ten
derness. that explained all. She had
come out TO meet her lover, Desmond.
tAhn hlotohch me TOT Nun IN tho dark
ness. But TO have her so near was very
sweet She seemed not to care for
speech She was very stili--just clasp
ing my arm and leaning over so gently
against my shoulder The temptation
was great was going away-just to
take away with me the memory of a
moments heavenl
kissed her
Forgive me" pleaded desperately
you thought me your lover, Desmond.
and was cruel. mad. to take that kiss.
Nellie. forgive me-
But kissed you. Jack" she whis-
pered. And you won't go-oh, Jack.
you won't go when love you sog"
Jack Spencer. gray haired and 40. com
and poor-she loved hint
That is my romance.-M. A. Wors-
wick IN Frank Leslie's Weekly
Inventor of the Steamboat