The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1905-12-14

me about him; but like him better
even than thought | should now I've
met him"
Later on, in the retirement of the
best spare bedroom, DR.. Cartwright
was communing with himself:
81 had an idea she'd be a nice girl,
and wasn't far out. II I'd said an un.
commonly nice girl, should have
been nearer the mark. Seems a sensi.
BILE girl, too, this one. should say
her waist was quite twenty-five inches
and an appetite to match! And her
names May Pretty name that
short and sweet"
At the same moment that the doc.
tor was pursuing these reflections,
Ted BErritt was inserting the key
into the lock of the study door. Dur
ing all this time he had allowed mono
to enter the room except himself 1t
seemed to him to be full of mysteri.
Gus associations, which no outside
influence should be allowed to dis
turb.
Nothing had been moved His faith
er's chair, pushed back against the
wall, remained just as he had left 1t
on the last time he had entered the
room, The pen lay beside the blot
ting pad and the dust had accumulat
ed over everything. He placed the
lamp upon the table and drew up
chair.
Then he unlocked that same com.
partment. removed the bundles of pa
pers as before, touched the spring
which opened the secret recesses and
took from 1t the burnt letter.
Again he took sheet of paper and
a pen from the desk--he would not
use that other which lay beside him,
with the ink dried upon it-and be.
gan again to write and re-write the
words which he knew by heart
Have not forgotten -. of twenty
years -. on receiving this letter -.
at once for Dover :. e. expect to reach
-. There Is that between us which
-. not allow you to deny -. ask
go. and many -. you alone can -. IL
you refuse. shall -. that you -. as
the criminal -. of your youth -.
D."
After working at this for about half
an hour, without being able to add so
much as single syllable to what he
had already deciphered, he threw
down his pen.
81 would give anything to be able
to discover the missing words, but 1t
Is quite beyond the bounds of posi-.
bility. And there is no hope this time
of any Internationally guiding In
fiuence to direct me-to point out the
way-of any spirit voice to speak to
me and tell me-"
Taking up the sheet of paper again
on which he had been employed, he
saw, to his surprise, as he turned 1t
over, that It was the same on which
his father had written those words:
my dear" The letter which had
never been finished; It was strange
he had not observed this beforel
Then he took up the pen which his
father must have last used, with the
traces OF Ink dried upon It. ShouAd
he put it away carefully as relief
Or should it remain where 1t was q
little longer? He dropped 1t and gave
expression to something between
yawn and sigh. I'm uncommonly
sleepy" he said, "and yet don't feel
| in the least inclined to go to bed. ]
have sort of feeling as though !
had to sit up for someone" He gave
short laugh. Suppose l turn In on
the sofa for bit? l wonder what
makes mo so sleepy? I didn't take
anything at dinner but little"
His eyes closed, and in few minutes
he was sound asleep. A clock outside
in the hall struck the half-hour with.
out any change taking place in his
condition Another interval of time
passed and then the clock struck
again. One-two-three--fo
six-seven-eight-n = ten - elev-
en--twelve! AS it gave the last stroke
he started up.
Ito be continued)
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