The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1906-06-08

man, evidently-and extremely good to
look at. Just now amusement struR-
gled with admiration in the clear-cut
features, as he stepped forward and
again held out his hand.
please forgive me" he began, quite
as contritely as If he really were to
blame. Il did not know-it was SO
| insufferably stupid of me" He
stopped. C'You are altogether charm
ing" said his eyes.)
| Anne's face softened.
| II am sure DR.. Nelson will intercede
for me-" he went on, pursuing his adj
vantage.
Anne smiled. CDR. Nelson Is not at
home. I am his daughter" she said
simply.
"Then we are already old friends"
declared the man eagerly. I'm camp
last September your father-but first
allow me to present myself. l am"
"Mistah Rexall," announced Johnson,
at the library door, bowling pomporsly
as he held aside the hangings to admit
a slender, dark-eyed man, who adj
vanced step into the room and then
stood uncertainty in the dim light
| The surprise on Anne's face was
equaled by that of the man beside her.
He turned with a quick start, glanced
sharply at the newcomer, then stood
motionless in the shadow.
With a most unreasonable sense OF
disappointment Anne advanced to well
| come the new arrival.
Father will be delighted. He has
counted so on your coming-We were
quite distressed over your telegram.
So glad you managed to get here after
ALL" She forced herself to the usual
conventionalities.
So this was John Rexall, this man
whom she instinctively dreaded-per-
haps it was the Pickering freight that
gave that shifting CLEAN to his eyes.
She touched bell "a light, john
son." she commanded, half nervously.
"Mr. Rexall, allow me TO present"
Her words trailed off into amazed ST.
lence. The room behind her was empty
A door closing softly at the further end
where the erstwhile admirer had gone.
One o'clock chimed the tiny time
piece on the mantel. Outside the sound
was repeated somewhere in the dis
lance to graver, deeper tones. Anne
shivered. Two hours had passed since
the household had settled into silence,
but so far no sleep had come to her
eyes. She had not even undressed, but
still sat upon the hearth rug in front Of
the fire in her cozy bedroom, staring
into the glowing Goals.
It was dreary waiting, but some
vague fear had kept her awake, hop
ing nervously for her fathers return,
listening anxiously for the first sound
| Of his horses hoofbeats on the gravel
outside. Indeed, if he did not come
soon she had the horrible conviction
that she would scream. In vain she
tried to reason it away, sitting, her face
in her hands, her eyes on the clear
glowing Goals. What matter if she in
stinctively distrusted the man her ia
Their had found companionable? Was
| that such an extraordinary thing?
What if the man she had found con-
genial-'for you know you did like
did" Here her cheeks supported by
the slim hands grew unaccountably hot.
What if this man had chosen to take
his departure suddenly?
Was that so strange? He had come
to see her father, and she herself told
him that her father was not at home.
But reason as she might, the vague
| miSgiVing remained.
| At the sound of the clock she shivered
slightly, and getting up from her lowly
position she drew back the curtains Of
|
and the snow lay lightly on branch and
WALL the night was brilliant with moon
light, clear as day, full of hallowed
| softnesS.
| She stood for a while, spellbound by
the glory Of the scene before her, then
turned again toward the fire. The
crocuses she had worn that evening in
her belt, now lying wilted on her dress
ing table, caught her eye. II forgot to
look at the flowers-if the fire dies down
the library will be too cold for them
I will attend them now; anything is
better than waiting here"
| She left her room and walked swiftly
along the hall, her soft slippers making
no sound on the floor.
| AS she reached the staircase little
sensation of fear ran through her; she
FASTENED her footsteps and ran hurried
ly along the lower hall, which was al
most as light as day. 1t was the eerie
time of night. Not until she was close
to the library did she notice a tiny
CLEAN of light creeping from beneath
the door.
johnson has left light for daddy"
she thought, going steadily on and de-
cidedly cheered by the thought that
gloom did not await her.
Pushing open the door very gently,
she entered the room.
At first the light dazzled her sight.
She advanced a few steps, unconscious
ly treading lightly, as she had done all
along, lest she would wake some men,
Der of the household, and then, pass.
ing her hand over her eyes, looked leis-
urely up. The fire was nearly out. She
turned her head, and then-then-she
uttered a faint scream and grasped the
back of a chair to steady herself.
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