Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1904-09-28

take the DurOen from his hands. Will
your firm accept it, Mr.. Warwick"
He was fairly staggered.
"Why, of course we WILL" he blurt-
ed out. II beg your pardon. You sur
prised me So" He laughed suddenly.
Il beg your pardon again. he said,
'but can you assure me that l am
quite awaken
She gently smiled.
II can,' she said. "And now must
ask you to forgive me for bringing the
sordid element into what was intended
to be purely sentimental call. I have
done it to show you that have con-
fidence in your integrity and your abil-
ity. l have done it to show that / am
truly grateful for your kindness to my
sick brother"
Whatever your motive" murmured
Warwick, Il accept the trust and
thank YOU"
1.-THE transfer of the papers will be
made at any time you prefer said tho
girl. 1.-The business may necessitata
several calls at my home. Will you
attend to this, or would you prefer to-
have Mr.. Hammond take it in charger"
Il will come" he quickly said
She smiled at his sudden vehemence.
Merely business calls" he MUIR
INJURED.
She looked at him quizzically.
Perhaps you will call this good
afternoons work?" she said.
"a great afternoons work, Miss
Ormsby"
'Then it might appear to follow that
you might reward yourself with two
weeks vacation"
He shook his head.
1.-THE vacation will have to wait"
he said.
That's bad. But really, it seems to
me as if I might have something to
say about it, If my business man
shows signs Of overwork it is to my
interest to Immediately order him to
take a rest want bright and healthy
as we'll as honest men to serve me.
Do you understand, Mr.. Warwick?
II understand that you are very
kind and thoughtful, Miss Ormsby,
and that l am under great obligations
to you" He drew long breath.
do you know" he said, that felt
just a little discouraged before you
>came in? The way upward suddenly
seemed long, and the road SO rough.
Nd T nj IN oIi Y,1h fo
-"And why have you wished to climb
so fast, Mr.. Warwick.?"
He looked away, and his face was
troubled.
II can't tell you that, Miss Ormsby,"
he said, ''at least not now. Some day
perhaps" He suddenly paused as
if amazed at his own temerity.
She watched him with steady
gaze.
Regard me as your friend, Mr..
Warwick" she said in her earnest
way. amy. confidence you may repose
in me will be held sacred, as you
know" She .hesitated. Il have not
quite done,' she added, and her voice
sank a little. Il had letter from Ar
thur yesterday. Here it is She
lifted the letter from her lap and drew
out the enclosure. Then she shifted
her chair a little, so the light was at
her back and her face in shadow.
Slowly she spread out. the sheet, and
very slowly she read the written
words.
Isis, l AM going to talk to you again
about jim Warwick. l suppose being
alone out here-for Gresham doesn't
count-with so much sea and sky to
look at, and the harsh cries of the sea-
birds at your ears, and the surf for
ever breaking on the sands, a fellow
can't help getting IDEAS il his head,
md nursing them and turning them
over, and holding them dear, and
keeping tight grip on them when he
begins to think he's going mad. And
the idea I've got in my head now
though it isn't a new one-is that you
and Jim Warwick should marry. I
know the end is near, sis. It's only
matter Of a few months-may be
weeks. But I'm going to keep alive
until | hear from You and jim When
stop my pen-and you don't know
how the writing tires me-and look up
at those eternal mountains against the
eternal blue sky, it seems to me that
there are wavering shapes that hover
about the trembling peaks, and they
beckon, beckon, and it's a fancy Of
mine that they are waiting there for
me. For you get queer ideas here,
| with the surf forever throbbing in
your ears and the cries of the birds
jarring on your brain. l want to be at
peace. But, somehow, don't feel that
| can go until l know just how it
stands with you and jim. You wrote
me that you had met him and that
| you liked him--and that's ALL I can't
see how he could help liking you. Did
you try to make him like you, sis?
know what it is. It's your money that
| frightens him. jim would rather die
| than have il thOlgbt that no was q