Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1907-12-20

TO sign for the letter?
"Ye must sign in ink" said Fraser.
who was always willing to display his
knowledge, even of trihes. 1--WE a stoylo-
graphic pen, Mr.. Dobroski"
Excuse me-" said the old man, bow
ing round when he had received the pack
age from the postman. He broke the seals
lelsurely, walking to one side as he did so.
Angela !" he cried. suddenly, come
| mere. The girl moved quickly to his
side, and saw at a glance that he was
strangely disturbed. His face was white,
and his eyes, ordinarily so calm and
mournful. glittered with an unusual light
1t is with YOU" he said, in a voice as
disordered as his looks, that l must
share this so sacred joy. Let us be alone,
little sweetheart, Come with me-" He
took her by the hand and hurried her
from the garden to the salon, followed by
the curious and wondering glances of the
others. Here !" he said-"here! After
these thirty-three years Look!, My
wife, little sweetheart, my boysp'
Angela was alarmed and wonder
stricken, his manner was so changed and
wild. His lean brown hand trembled as
he held out to her something in a bind
A-A5 "a AoNS0 SOAnCn ullSEB6s Angela, OPEN
ing 1t, saw two miniatures within. In
one, two handsome lads of twenty or
whereabouts were standing with their arms
about each others waist. The other de-
picted a woman in the prime of youth.
and dressed in the national costume of
Poland. Angela had scarcely glanced at
it when Dobroski took it and her hand
together, and kissed the picture twice or
thrice
Here! !" he said, with hysteric tremu-
lousness. after these thirty years p
Try to be calm, DEAR" urged Angela,
with hand upon his shoulder.
Yes, yes," he answered. IT will be
calm. Look am calm already"
These are your wife and your boys?"
she said, surveying the miniatures. Eyes.
The boys are very like you."
Mr.. Athanos Zeno, with small secre-
taire under his arm, walked into the
room, bowed, and establishing himself at
a little table at the far end of the cham
Der, began to make busy arrangements
for writing, setting down his inkstand
with brisk tap on the table, and smooth
ing out his blotting paper with a flourish.
Angela had never seen Mr.. Zeno before,
and Dobroski scarcely saw him now, but
the girl was conscious of an interior de-
mand for privacy, and with hand laid
gently on the old mans arm she moved
toward the open doorway which communi-
Gated with the larger salon. Dobroski
yielded to the pressure, and made a step
or two with downward eyes, his lean
brown fingers tremulously tearing at the
package, which still contained a some
what bulky inclOsure of papers. The en-
velope gave way, and he dropped some of
its contents on the floor. Angela fell
upon one knee and, gathering up the
fallen papers, handed them to him.
The sudden grasp with which he tore
them from her fingers, the look he bent
upon them, the quick, gasping "Ha !"
that broke from him, so startled her that
she knelt there, still looking up at him
in fear and wonder. The quick, gasping
exclamation he had made had much of
the sound with which hungry wild beast
receives his daily rations, and for a mere
instant his teeth were barred with a look
altogether savage and carnivorous.
| This singular transport lasted but a
moment, but he stood for second or
two staring intently at the paper in his
hand, whilst Angela rose slowly, and laid
her hand upon his arm again. Then she
saw that the object which had SO excited
him was the photograph of a man of
nearly his own age-'the face a quarter
life size, or thereabouts-the photograph
very clearly and finely printed-and the
subject noticeable by a lofty dome Of
bald forehead, and the eyes of q very
lynx.
Once more Dobroski Obeyed the slight
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the larger salon together. Angela closed
the door, and the old man sat down upon
the broad sill of one of the windows,
still fxedly regarding the photograph. BY
and by he offered it., without raising his
eyes, to Angela, and began to turn over
the papers. Most Of them were printed,
and one was In Russian, and another in
German type. Scattered among them by
their fall were the leaves of a lengthy let
ter, and having sorted these leaves from
tho others, and arranged them in the or
der in which they were numbered, he be-
gan to read.
The letter was written in French, and
he made one or two ordinations in the
same language as he read, "Ah the good
Bremner 1t was he," being alone dis
tinguishable. Angela, with knitted fingers
and doWn-tcrned palms, stood before him
at a little distance. She had laid down
the photograph and the miniatures on the
window sill beside DobrOski, and divided
her serious and inquiring regard between
them and him. He SKINNED the letter
rapidly as If In search Of something until
he reached the final page. This he read
slowly and deliberately breaking of once
to drop the letter in both hands between
his knees with an odd cackling laugh,
which, whatever else 1t may have ex-
pressed, was absolutely devoid of mirth.
After this he read on quietly to the end,
folded the letter and the printed papers
together, restored them to the torn en-
Velope, and buttoned up the package in
the breast pocket Of his military looking
| frock coat.
This was stolen" he said, taking up
the miniatures, and holding the case
clasped gently between the palms of both
hands, when my house was sacked by a
clerical mob in Vienna more than thirty
years ago. And now a dear old friend
one of the few dear old frienis-6nds it
| by chance in a shop window in Berlin.
know how poor he is-Job was never
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