Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1904-06-03

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Kept so quiet? l do not understand /
and | cannot unless you will tell m'
And here Is my uncle here waiting
take me away from my father, to leav
him to be taken care of by strangers
do not know my uncle; no doubt h
wishes us well, but he ts stranger t
me. Dora does not know" she lin
gered over the name-"how could sh
know, or | am sure she would not wis
me to go; she could not wish to go
she would not do 1t herself-you know
she would not do 1t herself Do yol
think do not know something all
my father more than you have said 2
| The bedroom door opened noiseless
ly, and DR.. Grey came out AS he
stepped into the room, closing the door
behind him. Dr. Dunwiddie motionec
for him to return, but he shook his
head emphatically.
Hes like log, Hal; the trump oil
the archangel alone could arouse him
I've stuck to him day and night like an
obedient puppet; now l want a
change; what's all this going on out
here? What ails you people?"
DR.. Dunwiddie frowned, and his
voice was almost sharp as he an
swered:
There is nothing going on here to
interest you, Tom, and Mr.. Johnson
must not be left alone one moment
If you are tired, will take your place
until"
Until it's over" the other inter
rupted. Lord knows l wish it were
well over; it's a dused bad piece of
business, anyhow, and | wish l were
out of it."
He was stopped by gesture from
DR.. Dunwiddie. Young Green also
turned on him with flashing eyes.
Dolores seemed turning into stone;
her face was whitening, and her eyes
dilating; her voice sounded strange
even to herself as she laid her hand
on the Doctors arm as he was passing
her.
you will not go until you have an
swered me, DR.. Dunwiddie?"
1t was more a command than
query; her eyes were full on him, and
he paused instinctively.
Her uncle spoke impatiently; like
all men, he disliked scenes; this girl
seemed capable of getting one up at
almost any moment.
my dear Dolores" he said, Dora
is waiting for us. Why do you bother
the doctors?" They know much bet
ter than we do what is best to be done.
are only hindering the Others"
"Why should | hinder them?" she |
asked, gravely. They are strangers |
here; he is my father"
Eyes, of course" he said, brusquely.
OF course, Dolores. We all know
hat, but they know much better than
We do what is best to be done. Dora
s waiting for you-it is better in
,very way for us to CO."
She stood erect and slender among
hem, her print gown falling around
Ter to her feet, her face catching the
hadows OF the storm upon it.
did | not say" the voice was al
most solemn In it's grave earnestness,
that | will not leave him-ever-
,hile he lives-not for any one?"
None of them spoke for a moment;
ot one of them was capable Of de-
ewing her as she stood so grave and
uiet waiting his reply. That she had
right to know, better right than
hey, could not be denied. She had
poken the truth; she was woman
apable of enduring much, of suffering
luch she was not child to be put
Il with evasive replies.
DR.. Grey stood at the bedroom door;
e had not moved since the girl spoke;
10 impressed him as she impressed
10 others. Young Green looked trou-
ed; he started as though he would |
, to Dolores. and checked himself
ven DR.. Dunwiddie was somewhat !
squieted; he looked beyond the girl !
u OF the opposite window. [
They waited for him to speak; the
ri knew he would tell her; the 9TH q
s were sure he would do what was '
'st. AS his gaze left the window and t
, turned to Dolores, he caught the
ok on young Green's face. His own g
cared instantly. he was himself I
ain, grave. practical. thorough ply 1
clan and gentleman.
MY dear Miss Johnson" he said 8
was grave. courteous; her eyes did O
t leave his face-searching. steady
es-"when your father fell-fully A
'enty feet 1t was-he struck the Il
lge with great force; had he dropped u
might scarcely have hurt him, e
ough It is evident that the ledge s.
low Is rocky and the bushes scrub D
and sharp; as it was. he lost his h
lance and slipped down suddenly Ii
tn force | wonder did not kill him | n