The Farmington times. [volume] (Farmington, Mo.) 1874-1902, 1899-07-27


brainwork should be the father Of the
girl who thongh,fully put us up 10 the
joS;"
baldwin," ] got out, with husky
culver. For me, the room was spin
ming round, one dear face looked Inn
ploriugiy ai me out OF n mist. Bald.
win. Metals iaihcrl The
cocoa that nlght-drugged by himsclfl
"Ayel fancy liza not altogether his
FIRST attempt ut shady work, either.
We shall see. I've q warrant here for
both Of them. and-bui you'll have your
clock back, sir. with grand advertise"
ment. In n few days; and ] hops you
won't forget uis. BaIdwin's
ont, the girl says, but he'll bc back Ia
few minutes. She knows nothing, of
course. aud you'll like 10 avoid fuss.
know. ! shall have him ~ he stcpt la.
II the matter hadn't gone ~ far"
A faint, thrilling scream from behind
the door. lie threw II back. and there
stood Meta. She had heard ail--saw
what she had done In her loving desire
TO help me-her face told IL. White,
wide-cyed, her shaking hands put out,
she stood thcrc--a picture 20 go TO a
maL'h heart and print itself there for
ever and just AT thut moment,
TO complete the unnerving tragedy of
the situation, We heard the turn Of n
key Ia the halldoor below. Merciful
heavens, know | stood dunbed aud
thrilled as much by the namvless sus-
peuse as by the incredible thought that
my liic's triumph VIA within reach
again. baldwin, Yes, and he was go-
ing down the passage.
What rraiiy happened? II seemed
afterwards like some dream. The de-
teetise took step. Another pitiful
rry-I could never forget Il. Netta's
arms barred the way.
"Dadl Dad! Go-go. for your lifci
They know, slrs, you dare
not! Mr.. Marcel. you couidnt--oh, for
love Of me, you'll never let them take
him!"
And mol Az the blood seemed to
take life In me again Us Netia's prayer
sank into me. For love OF her! her
own father! II all happened In an In.
| duscribahle minute; there waA o rush
\ IN the passage below. and simultaneous
| ~ must have thrown both arms about
/ he detectives waist. and held him fast.
! In that wild moment Of rC,ulsion
| thought Of nothing tut sparing Nctta.-
| Of sparing the man because he was what
| h., was to her. And the door down there
banged: hc was gone.
You mailman! Nou'll lose him
cycrythinR!" painted the detective. nut
Meta had put me 70 the greatest test
~ mans lnye--l chung ON MS II for my
own life till suddenly the reaction
came. For love Of her ! had lost what
| had seemed dcarcr than life Itself.
/ slid down. and knew nothing more.
That. gentleman, was 90 years ago.
| That model was lost-dcstruycd. no
doubt, within - hours we never heard
OF 81 or the man again. liut here, to-
night, stands its duplicutc-nnd a du-
| plicuic ~ this We can see IN a thou
| sand shup-wiudpws. Need | say that
Ne owe 1t 20 Ncila-thc loving wife who
hns stood hy me. built up my hopes
again, and spurred me on 10 the great
task. day by day, for those 20 years?
Need ! say what won when II seemed
! / had lost everything left alone,
could never have brought myself 10 20
over an that old ground again, but the
patient inspiration Of yrarS has done
u, last what you see. And when lost
her. when death took her from
the, year ago. her last whisper was
There, no, ! can't. But here il
is-and Meta kuows' Meta kuows.-
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