The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1903-02-06

knows--she knows that il ever make
. name for myself Don't-dont
dare to tell her where ] am IL you
do"
His door banged on a sob. The old
gentleman stood for a minute as X
sfupcficd. and then CROPPED back down
the eternal stairs. lie did not seem
to see the shabby girl who shiyered
hack on the second landing. and Gyp's
own staring eyes merely focused .
strange mist.
Gyp knew all now; knew in her
crude way that that book had come
10 seem a matter Of life and death to
the man. The words he had dropped,
the way he came out and listened
when the postman knocked. the gray
fear on his face. that vanished as she
came up with only long envelope.
And here-here she was, carrying the
parcel up the endless stairs, with a
numbed sensation. Ii had come back
10 him She had taken il from the
carriers hand. The publishers print
ed address was on it. She had only
to Law il down beside his door, tap
once. and creep down again as fast
as possible. How right down silly
of her.
She was nearly up TO his landing.
She had paused Tiff a parcel
comes" he had said dozen times,
you might let me have il at once"
She had paused, she knew not why.
The silence Of his room awed her.
Into her head came that queer recol-
lection Of the man down the street
the man who, out Of work and des-
perate, had swallowed dimes worth
Of carbollc acid. And she heard rus
| tie a soft, silken, slow rustic on the
stairs behind, as if some great lady
were feeling her way up. Gyp looked
1 end looked. A sweet oval face
| framed in frr, came above the land
ing. the dark, velvet eyes in il were
looking beseechingly, fearfully, up
into hers And Gyp knew what had
| happened. 1t was the woman-the
woman whose heart was his, the
woman who had come TO find and take
him away And Gyp's red hands
clutched the parcel in a spasn of
Jealousy
Mr.. Meredith? They told me he
- The whisper broke of
Eyes, / know you. He's here, "
Gyp breathed back That's his room.
up there. And this-here's his book.
come back as it went. Will you take
hT
A pause His door had opened.
He knew nothing Of the tragedy
breathing outside, Of the two women
who looked into each others eyes,
He never knew, and never would
know, Of the last whisper.
-His-his book. And he does moi
know? o, thank you, Bless you for
telling me, Give it to me-his book
I came TO the minute Tit was to
be. I waited till / dared wait nc
longer, Not a word. He need not
know now. Colby. good-by.'
She had taken the precious parce
close against the furs Of her breast
and was gone
Just week later, when Gyp knel'
YEARLY down 10 wash the top stairs
the mans door opened In the man.
eyes was a wild light, in his hant
that mornings letter. For one OF thu
most wonderful things in life has
happened. And it seemed so natura
. that il should happen.
I -Gyp,- he said. Il knew you'd b
glad know you will. They've takel
nv book. You shall have a copy.
shall be going soon. They might cal
or send. | could hardly let then
know this address. You've been kn'
-ah. but you have. i wanted
meant ali along to give You littl
present You must-you must; vol
have been so thoughtful"
1t was an envelope with gol
|, niece inside. He went hurricdly dow
the stairs. For him a new life ha'
. begun. He was treading n COLDER
dancing path. with a woman's swee
oval face at the far end of IL. Hi
book had been taken. He could no
be expected to know OF the huddlec
dreary figure on the top Of the land
ing there; Of the red, twitchin
hands that covered a face He ha
given her an eagle. Women like Gy
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