The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1909-07-22

from the enormous Duncn OF lilies OF
the valley which she lifted from the
box.
Nothing from Sam-not a fowerl'
she sighed. Last year he sent me a
big pink azalia," shaking her head sol
EMMY.
She crossed the room and seated her
self before an ornate rocco desk and
picked up the photograph of a man.
Leaning forward on her elbows, she
commenced to talk to it.
81 suppose you are right about it."
she said. But I'd rather have-Sam
Burns. I'd rather receive merely a
withered, dried up flower from you
than all the lilies, the roses, the orchids
and things in New York from the rest
of theml Oh, Sam, why didn't you
come or write Or
A sudden choke came into her voice
Unable to restrain the tears longer, her
head went down on her arms, and she
burst out crying. She sobbed out loud,
SO audibly, in fact, that her father had
entered the room and was lifting her
up to him before she was aware that
he was near.
whats all this about?" he asked.
tenderly brushing back the silky, dark
curls from her forehead.
Then his gaze caught the photograph,
now all blistercd with tears.
"Say, little girl" exclaimed John Alb
bolt, with catch of surprise, as he
held her tighter and rocked her to and
fro as he used to do when she was a
baby. ''you-you Just go on and cryl
Cry it out! Cry as hard as you want
to! It'll do you goodr' His face set
tied into lowering frown.
When the tempest cleared her father
led her to a divan and drew her down
beside him.
$50" he said, looking steadily at her.
"it's Sam, after ALL"
'Yes," she answered despondently.
''But what's the use? It's all over
now
"WhyT
"Whyg' she repeated. "why? Be
cause it's too late, with the wedding
arranged for Wednesday and-and
the way Sam has actedp'
"What has he done that is so repre-
hensible? 1 always regarded him as
\ pretty decent sort of fellow"
after mother talked to him the way
she did he never came to the house
again-never even so much as wrote
mer
"What did your mother say to him?'
ooh, so many distressing things"
she replied vaguely. "And when Sam
suggested writing to you she told him
it was absolutely useless; that you
agreed with her completely on the
matter
"She did, did she?'
"Then, of course, Sam felt hurt. Oh,
father
'And who rang in this Tichenor, a
man as old as 1 am? 1 wish 1 had |
come home sooner"
"Oh," resignedly, mother managed
I'll"
"Why didn't you mention some Of
.hese things to me in your lettersw
81 couldn't, father l simply couldn't
.rouble you with my affairs when you
were III the uluSl VI all ludl WOIIy
about the mines. 1t was good of Mr..
richenor to help you out with money,
wasn't it?'
"Help-me-out-wit h-moneyw roar
ID John Abbott, jumping to his feet
With more alacrity than he had exhibit
d for many years. Money? What
NJ He checked himself from ut
ering a strong mining camp expletive.
Well What do you mean?"
Didn't Mr.. Tichenor lend you a
arge sum of money to tide over finan-
ial difficulties this winter?" she asked
4 wide eyed amazement at her fa
hers perturbation. Mother said he
i'd"
"Good Lord, nor he shouted, strid-
ng about the room as red faced and
ngry as Katherine had ever seen him.
It's a LEA COMPOUNDED, inhuman lier'
e went on stormily, looking and act
ng very much like a very large vol