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

ri the handsome young book
keeper for Wade Brothers.
Jimmy, the Office boy for the same
firm, as is usual in such cases, did not
hear. 1t is singular fact, not yet ex-
planned, that deafness is more preva-
lent among Office boys than among
any other class of wage earners."
JIMMY"
Frank Hepburn called more sharp
" this time, and Jimmy relinquished
his favorite occupation of drawing
cats with red ink on the firms note
heads, and slowly approached MIR. Hep
burns stool.
''Take this letter to the post office
and drop it into the box marked City,
and be quick, please"
Jimmy took the letter, placed it
carefully between his teeth while he
put on his hat and coat; he then sur
veyed the envelope closely, and asked:
What is that mark in the corner
for. Mr.. Hepburn"
'Clear out, you rascal" laughed the
young man, slightly coloring. Its
secret society sign. Now CO."
AS the boy passed from the office,
Weaver, the cashier, looked up and
yawned: "Well, it's my lunch time,"
and minute later he was hurrylng
after the leisurely Jimmy.
I'm going past the post Office, Jim,'
he remarked, as he overlook that
youth; ''give me Hepburn's letter and
I'll drop it in for you"
Jimmy, glad of an opportunity to
engage in an interesting game of
marbles he saw being played round
the corner, willingly gave up the let
ter, and Weaver passed down the
street.
'Ah, that's the way the wind blows,
is it?" he thought, glancing at the adj
dress. "'Miss Bertha Wiley, 219 Mad
ison Avenue l thought that that en-
gagement was entirely broken off.
This doesn't look like it; but 1 mean
to know for certain
Weaver had long been Hepburn's
most persistent rival. The lady in the
case was prize well worth any mans
earnest efforts to win, and when
Frank Hepburn's engagement to her
was announced, none of her admirers
felt half the chagrin that seized Weav-
er. He had felt almost certain of win
ming her himself at one time, and, in
the expectation of handling her snug
fortune, had incurred certain debts
which, according to the rude fashion
OF debts, were now staring him in the
face" Great, then, had been his salts
faction when report reached him of
the broken engagement, and he i'm
mediately called on Miss Wiley. She
received him cordially, and in the two
succeeding weeks he frequently re-
peated the call.
Il will strike while the iron is not
he said to himself, and, on this very
evening, had determined to know his
fate, when the sight of Hepburn's let
ter upset his plans.
II will know what is in it, he
thought, desperately. Il can open it
it's very carelessly sealed. Hepburn
shall not come between us again if 1
can help it,"
He hurried home, and holding the
envelope over steaming kettle in his
mothers kitchen, soon had it's coveted
contents in his hand. 1t ran thus:
Bertha, Dear: I was wrong and you
were right. Can 1 come and be forgiven?
l have fine business offer from house in
st. Paul; If do not get favorable reply
from you tomorrow l shall accept it, and
go Immediately. Life without you is unen-
durable here. FRANK
You will get no answer to-mor-
row. Weaver muttered; land once
safe in the west, my coast is clear.
What an idiot to intrust all his happi-
ness to a letter! But, then, he's so
terribly proud; he thought it would
hurt his dignity less to write a note
than seek an interview"
On the day after Weaver obtained
this letter, he watched Hepburn mar
rowly, and saw he was restless and
nervous, and by night that he was
pale and wcaI,. The next day he did
not appear at the Office, and word
came that he was sick
Packing up for ST. Paul." Weaver
sneered to himself. "It's just an ex-
cuse."
But Frank Hepburn's was no as
sumed illness. "a bad case of brain
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with more than professional interest
on the young man lying before him.
His brown eyes were wide open, and
restlessly flying from one face to an
other, as if in search of one that
never came, while his parched tongue
constantly formed the word BERTHA
gently and pleadingly spoken as long
as his strength permitted him to ut
ter it. Then, as he became weaker,
only half inarticulate murmur
greeted the ears of the anxious
watchers who bent above him.
''Who is Bertha?" the physician at
last asked the weeping, gray-haired
mother, who had come from distant
city to care for her only son. eve
must find her. 1 have done all 1 can
for his body, but only her coming can
relieve his mind. And" he added,
softly, "she must come soon.''
At the Office things went on as usu-
al. Weaver noticed Franks desk re-
manned vacant, but he said to himself,
when the clerks spoke of his illness:
Men don't die of broken hearts,
and he will recover, cured of his