The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1901-06-14


Mr.. Wards kindly voice grew husky.
as it SO bad as that, sir?" Weaver
murmured, while deathly faintness
seized him.
$50 bad as that, fear" Mr.. Wade
answered, mechanically taking up
pile of papers and running over them.
Suddenly he exclaimed:
whats this?-a letter written by
Frank himself and never sent?"
The pity that a moment ago had
filed Weaver vanished, and fierce
desire to escape detection had taken
it's place.
"Why, yes" he said; 81 remember
Frank intended to invite Miss Wiley
to the opera for Thursday, but
not send the letter. However, 1 am
going down to inquire after him at
noon, and if you will give me the let
ter, I'll leave it with his mother"
eyes, yes" assented Mr.. Wade;
"that's good idea"
Just then Jimmy entered. Catch
ing sight of the letter in Mr.. Wade's
hand, he exclaimed:
"Why, Mr.. Weaver, you didn't mail
that letter that day."
| Weaver turned pale.
"You don't know what you are talk
ing about" he said, as Mr.. Wade
glanced up, inquiringly.
"Yes, I do" Jimmy persisted;
"that's the letter Mr.. Hepburn gave
me to mail the day before he got
sick. Don't you remember his say
ing that little GROSS was secret
sign?"
"Why didn't you mail it, Jimmy?"
Mr.. Wade interrupted, sternly.
"Why, sir, on my way to the office
Mr.. Weaver took it from me, and said
he'd mail it himself"
Jimmy had taken the letter from
Mr.. Wade's hands, and, turning it
over, exclaimed:
cts opened now!"
"Mr. Weaver, I am sorry for this, }"
Mr.. Wade said, simply, and left the
room.
His heart was very tender towards
the poor boy he had seen that morn
ing tossing restlessly from side to
side, and still trying to murmur:
Bertha
"The name is the same" he COM
mented. 'I'll take her the note and
explain its delay. There may be
connection between this and his brain
fever. God grant there is"
Hurriedly calling cab, he drove to
the address on the envelope, and was
soon greeted by a young lady, who
responded to his inquiry for miss
Bertha Wiley"
els this your letter." he asked, alb
ruptly.
She looked at him rather haughtily
an instant, then her whole air
changed to one of intense eagerness
as she caught sight of the address.
eyes" she breathed, and in a mo-
ment had taken the note and de-
voured it's contents.
"Where did you get it?" she asked,
looking up, the pretty color that
tinged her cheeks as she read dying
out. and her little air of hauteur re-
turning, though her eyes still danced,
and there was glad ring in her
sweet voice.
Ignoring her question, Mr.. Wade
said, sharply:
"Do you know it's writer is dying?"
"Dying! Frank!-oh, my darling!"
There was no need to ask If this
was the Bertha. Only one woman can
utter a mans name in that tone. The
| light and the color died out of her
/ face in an instant, and a hard,
strained look came in their place,
more pitiful than any tears. She put
| her hand on her heart moment,
and then said, simply:
! ''Take me to him, please
sect your hat" Mr.. Wade answered.
But she only looked at him again
and whispered: 'Take me to him."
Without word more, he led her
to the still waiting cab.
| On reaching the house, Mr.. Wade
left her in he hall and hurried up
stairs. A few, swift words explained
to the doctor who was below, and he
fastened down.
''You must be very quiet" he said,
gently, though the charge seemed I'M
necessary in greeting the almost
stony figure that awaited him. "Sleep
| must come within an hour, or death
or hopeless insanity will result; but
go to him, look and speak quietly and
naturally, and if it is you he is dying
for Ga shudder ran through the girD,
we may save him yet
The doctor led the way to the sick
room, opened the door, and stood
aside as she entered. Bertha swayed
for an instant as she caught sight of
the pitiful, wasted form extended be-
fore her; but love triumphed, and,
swiftly advancing to the bedside, she
bent above the wistful eyes and said,
clearly and softly:
"Love, did you call me?"
"Bertha!" the pinched lips tried to
say.
Eyes, Bertha" she cooed, softly
laying her cool lips on his; "and now,
darling, shut your eyes. 1 will put
my cheek against yours and we will
rest"
Like tired child he Obeyed her