The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-10-05

consent to such an Ubiquitous scheme
as that McCready had unfolded that
afternoon; he must have felt the shaInc
of it. Thank Heaven, she had not IN
herited his temperament! 1t was to be
a moral monstrosity, one OF natures
most pitiable freaks.
She had worked herself into such a
passion that she seemed hardly capable
of coherent thought. Suddenly realiz-
ing that this would not do. she seated
herself by the window, steadily gaZ-
ing out at the flame fringed clouds rim
ming the western hills. She must be
calm to think what was to be done, for
action of some sort appeared to her in
evitable. The idea of appealing to her
father she impatiently abandoned as
useless. Far rather would she get
warning to Neil himself; but where was
the messenger who would serve her
purpose without danger of betrayal?
Could she wait until her father had re-
tired for the night and go herself? Two
miles of lonely mountain climbing
might have seemed a startling PROPOSE
ton at another time; but now, in her
intense preoccupation, she had not h
thought for her own safety, scarcely
even for the conventionalitieS to be VI
olated in such an enterprise. At first,
though, it seemed the simplest, sufest
way; and she only faltered, thinking
what she might say if brought face TO
face with Harvey Neil, how to express
her warning without too darkly reflect
ing upon her fathers connection with
the matter, while there was the more
troublous doubt as to what might be
Neil's thought of her coming. 1t might
imply-too much! And then, worse
than all else, she might, after all, be too
late. The night shift went on at II
o'clock. Some other plan must be de-
vised; but what could she do? Despair
ingly she wrung her hands as she
looked up at the hills now growing
dark in the Shadow-'the hills whence
cometh my help" The words came TO
her mind, as vagrant thoughts slip in.
but half recognized, in moments of
keen excitement; and she repeated
them over with a vague sense of COM
fort, until gradually their meaning
seemed luminous. All, there must be
help! God could not mean that she was
to sit helpless while that great wrong
was being perpetrated. He would show
her the way!
And a moment later her faith seemed
strangely justified in a chance remark
of the servant who brought her supper.
THAT Chinaman was up for your pas
wash this afternoon" the girl observed,
pausing for brief enjoyment of the quid
of chewing-gum in her mouth, as she
leisurely disposed the tray upon table.
''But you was out, n so L told him he
must come again"
ooh, yes; the Chinaman. Tell him to
come right up, please Dorothy eN-
claimed, ready to clap her hands for joy
at this solution of the dilemma. Hop
Sing might be trusted with a note; q
carrier pigeon could not be more IN
swervingly direct in executing the
trust, nor more silent about it after
ward. She knew Hop Sing only by
sight, but this was enough to assure her
that he.was the one for the mission.
In a moment few words had been
written, conveying the warning in Sim
plest phrase the note unsigned, but so
expressed that she felt it's sincerity
could not be questioned; and then, hur-
riedly pinning on her hat and Selling
her purse, she flew down the stairs.
She could not wait for the girls mes
sage to bring the man to her; she would
go to the laundry herself.
Hop Sing, squirting water through
his teeth upon pile of rough-dried
| clothes heaped up on table before
him, looked up with the mechanical
smile of his kind as the young lady APP
peared in the doorway. you wan
washee? Fifty cent Dozen" he beam
ingly exclaimed, as she hesitated to ex-
| plain her errand.
Il want to send a note-this note
to Mr.. Neil at the Mascot mine,' she
breathlessly returned, showing the Ell
velope. You know Mr.. Neil?"
Hop Sing looked family puzzled, but
| his smile was unchanging. You wan
Misser Neil washee?" he jerlily ejacu-
lated, mechanically going on with his
work upon the clothes before him.
''Where you tickey, eh?"
''No; oh no." she despairingly muir
INJURED, CHANGING back at the door.
Somebody might be coming in at any
moment. ut is this note for Mr.. Neil.
L want you to take it to him"
Hop Sing smiled rather more broadly.
looking somewhat less like craven i'm
| age. ''Misser Neil wan washee?
Where ticIey, Ell? Loss tickey, eh?"
he chirped, with an air of having solved
the problem, adding with series Of
! little mods, while his beady eyes
frightened, cheap mans lose dam tick
cy. Too thin. No go. No have tickey,
no get washee."
Dbl" poor Dorothy walled in ut
ter hopelessness, turning to the door.
But she would not give up; this was her
only chance. She must make him I'M
| derstand. She turned with an inspira-
ton drawing Il silver dollar from her