Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1904-05-21

kill him to be sent to such a place
1 know feel it-just as 1t would
kill me to be sent there. Our cruel
fogs have brought him to deaths door
and as he has lain insensible-up there
-delirious, raving-his tongue has told
me the tale of his sunny home away
yonder in Italy, of the poverty which
drove him here to earn his bread, of
his music, which is like life to him.
And now-now he is better be patient
still for a little longer. 1 will give
him all the attention I can and save
you as much as possible. The money
that is owing you 1 will pay, willing
ly, a little at q time. See, here is
some that I have earned working late.
Take it and let me have my own way,
won't you? All, you will Thank you,
Mrs. Bird AS l tend him and help
him, poor fellow, so 1 pray that
womans hand may help the man l
love, should he need it,"
She turned slowly, and mounted the
stairs. Mrs. Bird looked after her
a moment irresolutely. "Humphw
she muttered, that gals too good for
this world"
you are better-ah, I'm so glad
Now lie still, or 1 shall be angry!'
Angry, you cara mia! All, but no
how can an angel be angry?"
Mary smiled. "Your illness has not
made you forget your compliments"
she said, lightly.
Mary MacAllister had stolen into the
sick mans room, after taking off her
hat and jacket and had found him
up and dressed and sitting in front
of the fire. The freight shone on his
handsome face, so drawn and pale, on
his hands so thin and white. Mrs.
! Bird had during the day given off some
Of "her views" and Carlo Terrini
knew for the first time what Mary
hour of his extremity.
, compliments! What words of mine
! can be called compliments, after what
you have done for mel"
Mary started. You know?"
Eyes, the good Signora Bird has TOLD
me-"
| Then she ought not to have done
so. 1t is nothing-nothing. 1 repeat
( And you must not think of it again
! orr
/ She paused and the man looked a
e her inquiringly. "Or what, Mees Mac
] Alleester?'
COR l shall not be able to come ant
: see you-or-or help you any more.
= But" said Carlo weakly, II d.
Y not understand. 1t is but the truth
: You have saved my life, mia cara mia
: l must thank you'll must pour on
t my gratitude to you from my soul.
He stopped, exhausted, for me
/ ment, and then went on eXcitedly: -
L i have been thinking of you, long
ing to see you-to look on you-t
= perhaps-be able to take your littl
l. hand-so-and kiss it, and let fall m
J. tears-as of blood, on 1t. You hav
d saved my life-you have done more
:, you have inspired mel have bee
:. dreaming a picture of you, as 1 la
8. watching the fire, vision of goodness
so high, so pure, so true, and tn
y melody came. l heard, somewhere
= away up above me, in Gods air, no:
D." chanting your praises; the music the
n sang was the melody my soul hs
It sought so long, 1 put it in my worl
That work at last will be complet
i 1t will triumph, for none can resi-
)" such music as this"
He rose abruptly, with sudde
1T strength. Then he staggered aero!
t the room to where violin lay in i
IN case. Mary MacAllister uttered CT
and laid a restraining hand ON h
IN arm.
" what are you doing?" she erie
'You will kill yourself if you exc
TX yourself like this"
!" The violinist took up his instrume
th and crept back to his chair.
ct mo, it is life to me to play, al
% you must hear. Then you shall t,
es me if it is good enough for my opera
nd He seated himself and began
a play. The girl, seeing remonstran
useless, quietly dropped into a Sc
q. and listened. For a few moments g
be heard only music she had heard hi
Id play before-in the days when ne W