The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1909-09-30

| blood OF his father could not subJu-
gate II. He rang for paper and a
messenger and wrote: Mime. Angot
There is n letter for you In the
mall department OF this office" This
time his initials were not necessary.
Once the message was on Its way he
sough. Merrlhew. whom he found
knocking the balls about In spiritless
manner
"For whati"
"For the mere fun Of the game. Of
course"
MAKE IT cigars, just to add inter-
est"
Cigars. then"
But they both played very indif-
ferent game. At 1890 Merrihew's
eyes began to haunt the clock. aud Hill
lard grew merclfu for various rea-
sons.
what time does the performance
end?" ne asked
AT 1880. but II takes about twenty
minutes to scrape Off the makeup"
Merrihew put his cue in the rack.
He made OF for the coat room.
Hillard laughed aud went up to the
writing room to fulfill part OF his
destiny. He took the letter OUT and
read It again. He replaced the letter
10 its blue covering. and then for the
first time his eye met the superscrip'
ton Like man entranced he sat
there staring. The steward had
brought the letter to him. and In his
frst excitement this had made no i'm
presslon upon his mind, He had seen
nothing peculiar nor strange. And
here II was. not his Initials. but his
name In full
She knew who he was.
In a fashionable quarter of the city
there stood a brownstope house. with
gro,esaue turrets. winding steps and
plaring polished red tiles. There
was touch OF the gothic. OF the
renaissance. OF the old English man
or: Just touch however. kind
of blind mans bun OF house. A
very rich man lived here. but for ten
months In the year he and his family
duttered about the social centers OF the
world. And. with house like this on
his hands. one could scarce blame him
Twice a week during this absence
came In. fourIshed a feather
duster and went away again. Society
reporters always referred to this house
as 'the palatial residence"
This morning n woman stood In the
alcove window and looked down into
the glistening street. The venetian
red OF her hair trapped the reflected
sunlight from the opposite windows,
and two little points Of silver danced
In her blue eyes. All. but her eyes
were hlue-blue as spring water In the
blue as the summer sky seen
through cleft IN the mountains. blue
rs lapis lazuii. with the same dbers of
gold And every feature and contour
of the face harmonized with the mar
velous hair aud the wonderful eyes:
beautiful face. warm, dreamy. engag
ing. mobile IL was not the face OF
worldly woman: neither was II the
face OF girl II was too emotional
for the second. and there was not
enough control for the first.
But the prophecy Of laughter did not
,omc 10 pass. TIE little wrinkles faded. |
he mouth grew sad. and the silver
points no longer danced In her eyes. !
The pain IN her heart was always
shadowing. She had seen her falrpst |
dream beaten and crumpled upon the
reef OF dlslllusion.
Yet again the smile renewed itself.
She WIS creature OF varying moods. |
She twisted and UNFINISHED the news /
paper Should she? Ought she7 Had |
She not always regretted these singu-
lar impulsesg And yet what harm 10 |
read this letter ard return IL To the /
sender? She was so lonely here II |
was like being among a strange people. |
so long ago was II that her foot had |
touched this soil. Was It possible that |
she was twenty -6ve7 Was there not !
some miscount. and was It not fifteen
Would not this war OF wis
dom and folly be decided ere iongf
She. opened the paper and smoothed