The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1907-04-25

communicative That evening Daniel
O'Connell, in an endeavor TO QUITO
previous calliope performances, almost.
blew a tooth out. His small chest was
puffed like pouter pigeon as he lald
crisp five dollar note in the lap OF his
mother
The wintry afternoon was closing as
Miss Ten Eyke, in a house gown which
to the masculine eye made her beauty
simply bewildering, called the elevator
to the fourteenth floor of the Alameda.
She had spent the afternoon with
girl friend, and as the car stopped her
heart beat little more rapidly over a
certain possibility-that she might en-
counter Tremaine-for Miss Marjorie
was very much in love with the young
lawyer, despite their quarrel.
She invariably explained to herself
at this annoying quickening OF the
pulses that it was fear, not hope.
which made her feel so. Daniel OCon-
nell approved of Miss Marjorie She
had nice eyes and a friendly way OF
looking at "a feller." Sometimes they
talked--about elevators and books and
guy not having any chance to go to
school and how it was good thing to
study nights.
He was a stanch little partisan, too,
and talked of his friends of the other
sex, chief of whom was Mr.. Tremaine.
And, although when the conversation
turned on the lawyer it usually be-
came monologue, Miss Marjorie was
a good listener. Her eyes would grow
soft, and she would sigh little. One
day when Daniel O'Connell gleefully
told of case which Tremaine had just
won she gave him quarter
Down. said a masculine voice, and
Miss Ten Eykes fear-or hOpe-was
realized. The car stopped at the
twelfth floor for Mr.. Tremaine. He
removed his hat with that air of i'm
personal courtesy which is so annoy
ing when a person is willing to accept
an overture of peace Of course she
had returned his ring and sent back
his notes unopened and refused to
speak to him, but that was two Whole
months ago. Why couldn't he have
been more persistent? Didn't he know
a girl could change her mind? Oh,
dear! The tenth floor, and he wasn't
going to even look
Swish! The car seemed to drop from
beneath their feet. They were falling!
An agonized vision flashed into Mar
| jories mind, vision of herself lying
crushed and broken at the bottom of
the shaft With a cry which struck
remorse to the hearts of the plotters,
she turned to Tremaine, hands out
| stretched.
Morgan, dear, save me!' And when
| Tremaine had gathered her protecting
| ~ into his arms Daniel O'COnnell neat
" caught the cable again.
y
| Mrs. Ten Eyke was spending the
evening in Brooklyn, and by the glow
| Ing CRATE Marjorie and Tremaine plan
ned the wedding down to, the last
bridesmaid
"Td like to have Daniel Moloney
there, too, DEAR" said the young man.
Hes IA sort of accomplice of mine
that isl hastily, "a pal. He's going
to be my Office boy after the 1st of the
month"
| Daniel shall be there" replied Mar
| jorie warmly as she nestled more close
| " to his shoulder. 81 just love that
| boy! You don't know how much he
thinks of you, Morgan. I'm so glad
1 4, - H1,, Oh a 1iff1n
| blushed charmingly over the pronoun
-"our Office boy. 1t would hardly
seem natural if he wasn't there"
Morgan winked at particularly
knowing coal in the CRATE. Darling"
he said impressively, cit wouldn't be a
! wedding without him."