The true northerner., 1897-08-11

true. lie nuu no ucaTt, no lecliuB IL hc
had, he could not have smiled in passive
consent to such an iniquitous scheme
as that McCready had unfolded that
afternoon; he must have felt the shame
of il. Thank Heaven, she had not IN
herited his temperament! IL was TO be
moral monstrosity, one of natures
most pitiable freaks.
She had worked herself into such
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 startling PROPOSE
ton at another time; but now, in her
intense preoccupation, she had not 4
| thought for her own safety, scarcely
even for the conventionalities to be vi
olated in such an enterprise. At first,
| though, il seemed the simplest, suTest
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 IL
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 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 moment later her faith seemed
strangely justified in a chance remark
of the servant who brought ktr 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"
"Oh. yes; the Chinaman. Tell him 10
come right up, please Dorothy eX-
claimed, ready TO clap her hands for JOY
at this solution of the dilemma. Hop
Sing might be trusted with note;
carrier pigeon could not be more up-
| swervingly direct in executing the
trust, nor more silent about il 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 n few words had been
written, conveying the warning in sim
plest phrase. the note unsigned, but so
expressed that she felt its sincerity
could not be questioned; and then, huc
riedly pinning on her hat and seizing
| her purse, she flew down the stairs.
She could not wait for the girls mes
sage to bring the man to her; she would
90 to the laundry herself.
Hop Sing, squirting water through
his teeth upon a pile of rough-dried
clothes heapcd 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 hesi;ated 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 en-
velope. "You know Mr.. Neil?"
Hop Sing looked family puzzled, but
his smile was unchanging. You wan
Misser Neil washee?" he jerllily ejacu
lated, mechanically going on with his
work upon the clothes before him.
"Where you ticl<ey, eh?"
''No; oh no." she despairingly mur-
INJURED, glancing back at the door.
Somebody might be coming in at any
moment. at 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 ticlley, eh? Loss tickey, Ell"
he chirped, with an air of having solved
the problem, adding with series of
little mods, while his beady eyes
frightened, heap mans lose dam tick
cy. Too thin. No go. No have tickey,
no get washee."
oh" 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 un-
derstand. She turned with an inspira
tion Grr..,ug n silver dollar from her
purse. Hop Sing looked interested. "I5
is for you-you shall have tiff you
will cary this note to Mr.. Neil at the
| Mascot Tl'uc" she said speakinp very