The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1907-12-26

the great city, with its noise anu Jus
rio IFS wear and tear of human force
The busy Office where the scratch
scratch OF pens and the click OF hel
typewrlter MED her ears with dreary
music six days out of seven, seemed
to belong to a world far removed from
this ueaceful haven. "Yes, ! did right
to come. she thought, even though
II is going to make a big hole IN my
little savings; and then it was best TOT
me to come away for little whlle
and think it overt" Think what over?
A faint pink stole into her pale face
as. unbidden, manly face rose up
before her. and her tender glrllsb
heart pleaded for IIs owner
The sun vas climbing higher in the
heavens and throwing rosy CLEANS
over the smooth waters of the lake,
and still Doris lay dreaming in a row
boat. Footsteps coming down the walk
reused her from her reverie. Open
in. her eyes she encountered the
smiling glance of a gentleman stand
ing on the pier.
WHY did YOU come, Mr. Hunter
she asked abruptly, as he stepped into
the boat.
This" drawing a letter from his
pocket aud holding it toward her. 1T
came to the Office soon after you had
gone, by special delivery, and think
ing it might be Of importance to you,
took a late train for this place"
How very Kind you are" said Doris,
gratefully May read it now?"
by all means" said he, leaning
back and watching the girls flushed
face with an odd smile.
Lee Hunter was not bad man; nor
did he realize that he was yielding to
temptation when the longing to see
| the sweet girl face that had for
months been a part of his daily life
caused him to grasp this opportunity
with such eagerness; yet, as his eyes
hungrily deyoured the fair loneliness
of her expressive face, a maddenine
desire to draw her into his arms took
possession of him. A sudden exclam
alton from Doris and a surprised
glance from her innocent blue eyes
checked the impulse that was growing
almost too strong for his control.
What is it, dear?" said he, softly
the last word so low and tender that
the girl thrilled strangely.
Il cannot come back to the Office
Mr.. Hunter; you will have to fine
someone to take my place." said Doris
excitedly.
What has happened?"
my Uncle NARROW has written TO-
me to come to New York immediate
ly; he wishes me to make my home
with him and Cousin Jennie who has
been rather delicate since Aunt Eu
nice died. He says he thinks it Is pre-
posterous that his brothers only chilc
should be working for living" ant
Doris laughed merrily.
MARROW Shirley, the New Yorl
millionaire" asked Mr.. Hunter, look
ing slightly disturbed.
yes, my fathers brother" sal,
Doris, simply.
How can | spare my little nimble
fingers?" said Mr.. Hunter, regretfully
Plenty more to be had for the ask
ing" said Doris, roguishly; then, NOR
seriously she adds, But | shall b
very sorry to leave you, Mr.. Hunter
you have always been so kind to me-
A curious look came into the man
face as he answered, slowly: Have
Doris?"
Yes, indeed, very, very kind;
can never forget how good and patien
you were when l first came to tn
office, and l was such stupid littl
goose And Doris laughed softly.
Guiding the boat with one oar, HUI
ter leaned forward and grasped one c
Doris's hands, saying, in a voice III
steady with feeling:
Doris, you say | have taught 70
many things since you came to me
year ago Among them have | laugh
you how to love?"
consciousness. new born and te
rible to see in it's intensity, filled tn
girls eyes, as for one instant the
met his.
'Hush!' burst from Doriss pal
lips, dropping her hands and shown
him face white with pain" Have yo
forgotten, MIR Hunter, that you ar
married man."
God forgive mo, yes" answered h,
starting back as though some one ha
struck him blow.
Three years later, one cold day
November, Doris Shirly stepped frol
her uncles carriage and passed int
one of the crowded emporiums O
Broadway. Many changes had com
to her since her residence in Ne
York. Surrounded by every luyur
that wealth could supply. tenderly b
loved by her indulgent uncle. WI
sought in every way to atone for II
neglect of the past years, Doris ha
developed into refined and love
woman
Swift as her dainty feet had crosse
the pavement, a gentleman, who W.
sauntering leisurely past the store
the time, had ample opportunity
sean the beautiful face and form. VII
a muttered exclamation, he turned sr
gazed after her as she vanished. Pau
ing before one of the great sho
windows, he seemed apparently g
crossed in the magnificent display
costly fabrics within. but a close q