Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-07-25

the freshly cut ldWuS. QUE AVuAu al
emnty bench, we'll shaded by an over
snreading tree, and sat down, CRATE
full for the rest and quiet.
She wondered what Jefferson thought
of her action In coming to his fathers
house practically in disguise and un-
der an assumed name. She must see
him at once, for in him lay her hope of
obtaining possession of the letters.
Certainly she felt no delicacy or COM
junction in asking Jefferson to do her
this service. The letters belonged to
her father, and they were being wrong
fully withheld with the deliberate pur-
pose of doing him an injury. She had
moral if not legal right to recover
the letters in any way that she could.
She was so deeply engrossed in her
thoughts that she had not noticed a
hanson cab which suddenly drew up
with q jerk at the curb opposite her
bench. A man jumped out. 1t was JEFF
ferson.
Hello, Shirley" he cried gayly.
"Who would have expected to find you
rusticating on bench here? pictured
you grinding away at home doing lit
erary stunts for the governor" He
grinned and then added: Come for a
drive. l want to talk to you
Shirley demurred No; she could not
spare the time Yet, she thought to
herself, why was not this good OPP
portunity to explain to Jefferson how
he came to find her in his fathers IL
brary masquerading under another
name and also to ask him to secure the
letters for her? While she pondered
Jefferson insisted. and few minutes
later she found herself sitting beside
him in the cab. They started off at a
brisk pace Shirley sitting with her
head back, enjoying the strong breeze
caused by the rapid motion.
"Now tell me-" he said, what does
it all mean? l was so startled at see
ing you In the library the other day
that 1 almost betrayed you. How did
you come to call on father?'
Briefly Shirley explained everything
She told him how Mr.. Ryder had writ
ten to her asking her to call and see
him and how she had eagerly seized a
this last straw in the hope Of helping
her father. She told him about the let
tiers, explaining how necessary they
were for her fathers defense and how
she had discovered them. Mr.. Ryder
she said, had seemed to take a fancy
! to her and had asked her to remain IL
the house as his guest while she was
! h w hn h0i
accepted the offer not SO much for thu
amount of money involved as for the
splendid opportunity it afforded her tt
gain possession of the letters.
$50 that is the mysterious work 70,
spoke Of, to get those letters?'' sale
Jefferson.
Eyes; that is my mission. 1t was s
secret. l couldn't tell you. l couldn'
tell any one. Only Judge Stott knows
He is aware have found them and /!
hourly expecting to receive them from
me. And now" she said, II want you
help"
His only answer was to grasp tighter
! the hand she had laid In his. Sht
knew that she would not have to ex
plain the nature of the service sht
| wanted. He understood.
| Where are the letters?" he demand
ed.
in the left hand drawer of your ia
theirs desk" she answered.
He was silent for a few moments
and then he said simply:
Il will get them"
The cab by this time had got as fal
as Claremont, and from the hill sum
NIT they had a splendid view of the
broad sweep of the majestic Hudson
( and the towering walls Of the blu'
palisades. The day was so beautiful
and the air so invigorating that Jeffer
son suggested a ramble along thu
banks of the river. They could leave
the cab at Claremont and drive bacl
/ to the city later. Shirley was too
| grateful to him for his promise of co
operation to make any further opposi
ton, and soon they were far ava,
from beaten highways, down on tn,
banks Of the historic stream, pickin)
flowers and laughing merrily like tw,
truant children bent on a self mad,
holiday. The place they had reached
was just outside the northern bound
aries Of Harlem, sylvan spot still un
spoiled by the rude invasion of the fiat
house builder. The land, thickly wood
ed, sloped down sharply to the wa
ter, and the perfect quiet was broker
only by the washing of the tiny sur
against the river bank and the shril
notes Of the birds In the trees
Although it was late In October, tn,
day was warm, and Shirley soon tireC
Of climbing over bramble entangleC
verdure. The rich grass underfoo
looked cool and inviting, and the nat
ural slope of the ground affording al
ideal resting place she sat there, witt
Jefferson stretched out at her feet, botl
watching idly the dancing waters O
the broad Hudson, spangled witt