Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1905-02-18

she looked al MIN qul1Llcally.
Perhaps you viii call this a good
afternoons work. she said
a greet afternoons work, Miss
Ormsbyr
Then ii might appear TO follow that
you might reward yourself with a two
weeks vacation"
He shook his head.
The vacation will have to wait"
he said
That's bad. But really, II seems to
me as II 1 might have something to
say about It, II my business man
shows signs OF overwork IL is 20 my
interest to Immediately order him to
take rest. want bright and healthy
as we'll as honest men TO serve me.
Do you understand, Mr.. Warwick
Il 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 l felt
Just a little discouraged before you
came int The way upward suddenly
seemed long. and the road so rough.
! AuQ-duu 4 MdnACu " ~ AooNs
And why have you wished to climb
so fast. Mr.. Warwick
He looked away, and his face was
troubled.
81 can't tell you that, Miss Ormsby,"
he said. lat least not now. Some day
PERHAPS" He suddenly paused as
If amazed at his own temerity.
She watched him with a steady
gaze.
Regard me as your friend. Mr..
Warwick" she said in her earnest
way ANY 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 little. II 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, 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 in his head
and nursing them and turning them
over and holding them dear. and
keeping a tight grip on them when he
begins to think he's going mad. And
the idea I've got in my head now
though 1t isn't a new one-is that you
and Jim Warwick should marry.
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 l hear from you and Jim. Wher
l stop my pen-and you don't know
how the writing tires me-and look VI
at those eternal mountains against the
eternal blue sky, it seems TO me thai
there are wavering shapes that hover
about the trembling peaks, and they
beckon, beckon, and it's q fancy OF
mine that they are waiting there fol
me. For you get queer ideas here
with the surf forever throbblng fl
your ears and the cries OF the birds
Earring on your brain. | want to be a
peace. But, somehow, l don't feel tina
l can 90 until l know just how 4
stands with you and Jim. You wrote
me that you had met him and tina
you liked him-and that's all. l can
see how he could help liking you. Die
you try to make him like you. sis?
know what it is. It's your money tina
frightens him. Jim would rather di,
than have 1t thought that he was
fortune hunter. Honest old Jim. ID,
you know what I've donel I've gon,
down on the beach and turned my fac
to the east and I've tried to inhuenc
Jim across the trembling waters an,
make him fond Of you-and If there
anything in telepathy. I've succeeded
OF course. this Is sick mans fancy
It's that and nothing more. l can
bear to think Of leaving you all alone
II you had Jim II would be all right
l tell you. sis, If you had any nerv
you'd take this letter down to him an
read II aloud. 1t would not be you
voice, you know. 1t would be vote
= from sfar-it would be the pleadin
-, cry of passing soul"
= She stopped suddenly with a 10,
sob. and the letter slipped from he
4. fingers.
4 Warwick's eyes were on the paper
that strewed his desk. but he suddenl
-, looked up. Then he softly arose an
closed the door tightly and slowi
, came back And the girl, with he
:. hands before her face, sobbed aboy
the letter.
h Miss Ormsby." said Warwick.
r cannot begin to tell you how I appr
ciate the beautiful devotion that hs
l. prompted this act. Let us believe thi
you were influenced by the prayer tn,
has gone out to you from that fra
body pacing the lonely beach 1t ma
be this influence that emboldens II
to say what l might never hay
dreamed OF saying. For Arthur
: right, Miss Ormsby. 1t is your wealt
that has kept me from you. 1t is Z,
you that l have toiled here. and hop,
!. and struggled. From the first tin
- l saw you knew you were the oil
- woman in the world l am glad to t.
- you this, Miss Ormsby. May may
n write 1t to Arthur"
He waited until she slowly rais'