Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1904-05-19

to you. saw an Item III u paper sC6t'
ing that several men had been hurt IL
stage coach hold-up, and your name
was among them. My people objected;
but had the money you sent, and came
straight here. Now you will get well
and we will go away somewhere and
commence again and be SO happy. But
there is the whistle" with sudden dis.
tress in her voice as the discordan1
shrek again came through the window
"and you haven't eaten Bit"
"You can leave it on the bed" grtmly
II can eat slowly, and it will help to kill
time But you have not eaten anything
yourself"
II will take some along" reassuringly
s"Good-by, dear" She stopped and
kissed him. then, hurried through the
kitchen, snatchirg up piece of bread as
she ran. Fortunately the button factory
was only few rods away, and she could
reach it before the whistle stopped blow
ing. She must not risk losing her jch
now, for everything depended on the few
dollars she could earn.
After she left the man continued gaz'
ing for some moments toward the door
through which she had disappeared, his
face still grim. hard, despairirg. Then
convulsive tremor ran through his
features, through his frame, ard sud-
denly he turned his face to the pillow and
sobbed as only strong man who has
given up wholly can sob.
Il wish Molly could know my real part
in that hold-up," he choked. though !
couldn't tell her myself. 1t wasn't much,
but it was about the only white spot
she could put her finger on and look glad.
lid like for her to think well of me
when it's over, for, of course, I've got to
change the doctors word some way.
She must go home to her people"
After time the heaving of the weak
ened frame grew quiet, and the stead
fast, burning gaze returned to the CELL
ing The breakfast remained unnoticed.
The forenoon passed, and half of the
afternoon, and stAll he stared at the
ceiling. Then suddenly the outer door
was flung open, there was swift rush
of joyous feet across the floor, his wife
was by the bedside, kneeling, her face
pressed against his, her arms around his
neck, her eyes wet, her lips trembling,
her voice full Of Joy, and reproach.
"Oh, Harold" she cried, why didn't
you tell me you got hurt in saving the
stage coach? A passenger who was in
the hospital has got we'll, and is at the
factory. He is the owners brother, and
is very rich, they say. He seemed to
have heard your name, and was inquir-
ing about you. Some Of them sent him
to me. He asked If had shy relatives
by the name of Harold, ard I told him
about you being sick, and that you had
been q miner and prospector. He has
mine somewhere up the country and
wants you to take charge Of it. He will
be here soon. He says you saved his
life, and got hurt doing it. Oh, Harold"
The sick man stared at her with burn
ing eyes.
Wants me to take charge of his
mine?" he asked, hoarsely. Are you
sure? Will he trust me?"
Trust you" happily. "Oh, Harold, he
will do anything in the world for you
know from the way he spoke"
The invalid's features began to work.
"You may sing that little song, Molly"
he whispered, "the one stopped you at
this morning. IL would like to hear
it now. Thank God for this, and-and
for something else that l cannot tell
you"
She steadied her tremulous lips for a
moment, then sang the littlesongshe had
loved in her school girl days, when they
had first met, and only a short half
dozen years before. When she finished
his face was again turned to the pillow
and he was sobbing convulsively.