The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1899-01-26
HER NEXT MOVE.

~ ERALDISE FOWLER sorted
= her mail somewhat llstlessly.
~ Some Of the envelopes held reJee-
tions. She could tell them by their
plumpness. There seemed to be an I'M
usual number this morning.
There were one or two aceeptanees.
She smiled as she drew the checks
from their envelopes and laid them
carefully away. 1t had paid. after all,
her coming to New York. She had
gained her experience and broadened
her outlook. Yet. perhaps, 1t had made
her restless as well.
She certainly had been, since Godfrey
Taylor crossed her path.
A troubled look came Into her eyes as
she took up his letter and read It.
A flush spread over her face
II thought So" she said as she I'm
ished reading and dropped II ON the
desk. Then. with an impulslye move
ment. she leaned forward aud buried
her head In her hands.
IL had all come SO rapidly this new
emotion. Less than three weeks ago
she had forgotten the existence OF God.
frey Taylor To be sure, she dlmly re-
called the gay times she had had with
him one summer. and her admiration
of him because ie was an editor. and
could talk Familiarity OF books and dra-
matte events. She had even fancied
she liked him, but he had gone out of
her life.
Suddenly she had heard from him.
He had seen story OF hers and had
written. This had been followed by
other letters, and here was the culml-
nation:
| have not found you 10 lose you.
want you to marry me ut once. Come 10
Washington for the fall, enjoy nll the adj
yantages can give you. 1ou can go into
society--I have means-yon can ehteIthih
literary people and indulge your rohdness
for the stage, which | remember ana IN
January we will go abroad | SHAH prob
ably be appointed to some once there'
Her eyes glstened.
III Is what have always wanted
she murmured. And Edward" She
stunned. The faithful lover at home
had hardly entered her mind.
"Well, could not go back there any
way and he content" she sighed. My
life here has spoiled all that. He must
wake from his dream sooner or later.
He told me to be free; will be free. =
She arose from her chair and pushed
back the scattered papers.
Il Will be free to live my life IN this
| -. Fua IN Ia off
belongs TO me. l was made for just
such life"
She smiled triumphantly. Then she
seized the pen and directed an envelope
TO a little PARKWAY country town.
~ am tired Of II all" she wrote on a
slip OF paper.
She paused "The truth will come
later" she said. as she hastily added.
MY next move Will surprise you"
Then she wrote to the other one.
You may come II yon like" she said !;
81 shall be glad to see you, and per-
haps-"
She left It here.
Edward Wherrltt entered the post.
office with an eager step glad light
crept Into his eyes as he saw the ia
mlllar handwriting, aud a thrill OF
pleasure ran through the man as he
took the letter from the postmlstress.
His hand trembled bit. insomuch that
some papers fell 10 the floor, aud he
laughed happy laugh as he bent and
picked them up
Then he slipped them all into his
pocket and turned away.
II was a long time since he had heard
from her. His hand closed tightly upon
the letter In his pocket. 1t was there
now, fresh from her hand. He would
not hasten TO read IT, 1t was there
his. No power on earth could take II
from him.
The light In his eyes grew deeper, and
a happy smile played about his mouth.
He had several errands to do. He
must visit the news stand nrst. There
might be something Of hers In one of
the magazines. His quick eye caught
her name, and he slipped the publlca-
tion into his pocket.
Then he finished the errands and
walked rapidly toward home, his hand
still closed on the letter, and his mind
specializing as TO what Ii would say.
Would II tell of some new success
How proudly he had watched her ca.
reer. Perhaps 1t would say she had de.
clded to stay another six months In
New York.
Well, never mind. He could stand II,
and the end would be 50 much nearer.
The letter felt thin, After ALL prob