Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1910-04-16


warders imprison me with adamantine
barriers. where I am obliged to eat
and drink and speak and have my be-
Ing according to rigid rules. must
give my money for what satisheth
not, and go to tho funereal hostelries
freQuented by my peers. l must don
evening dress, and wear unlimited pur-
pie and 1ne linen. Then my eIaspsrat-
ing relatives will poster me with invi-
tations. because they think they must
not neglect that poor old beggar Ev-
erton.' Now. on the other side of the
Channel my only hAbitation II An airy
bedroom. outside which . whole world
me whore to choose my breakfast and
dinner, where l meet pleasant, intelli-
gent people Of every shade OF opinion.
with whom l can converse freely In
happy ignorance OF their names and
condition, a. they are OF mine; and
occasionally stumble on old acquaint.
ances who enjoy life In my own fash.
ion. cheerfully accepting the contemp-
tuous treatment of Dame Fortune who
In emptying our pockets also relieved
us OF tiresoms responsibilities 1t is
wonderful the clearness Of judgment
and general enlightenment OF those
who are not weighed down By this
worlds goods"
II dare say you are right, Lord Ev-
erton. Still. \ few OF them are advan.
tAgeous; though | do not see that
money can purchase any essential of
| life"
That depends very much on what
you consider essentials"
That 10 true But Miss Dacre
Is going to make . speech" for that
young lady had said. In an audible
tone. II am going to tell you story.
II know" whispered Lord Everton
IF her pockets had always been emp
ty. she would have known better how
to hold her tongue
This story came to me In letter
from the wife Of a cousin of mine
whose cousin was eyewitness OF the
adventure" Miss Dacro was saying. as
she posed herself on an ottoman and
1 0NQiy Oh0 tui wv nun nCis otOnof
. dark. stormy night, . distant sea-
one of Her Majesty's big ships tossing
about on the waves, which make moth.
ing of her bigness. Young sailor. do
ing something iacomprehepsible with
a rope or ropes. loses hold or balance
and drops into tho black depths of the
raging waterA Captain orders boata
to be lowered. He'll be gone before
you can reach him.. they say. He can
not SWIM cries another of1cer, throw.
ing OF his boots while he spoke. and
springing over at a bound.
d" This Is suicide exclaimed the
captain. The young of1cer is a huge
favorite with the crew. the crew work
with a will. tho boat is lowered. 4 life
boat probably, they surmount the
waves and slide into the watery hol.
lows. they come up with the gallant
Lieutenant who is supporting the
senseless sailor and nearly exhausted
himself. they drag them into the boat.
they regain the ship. the men crowd
round the-whatever you call 1t where
they get on board. their cheers ring
above the roar of the storm, the res
cued and rescuer are safe!"
Most dramatic" said Lord Everton.
Worthy of Brandram." added
George Lumley.
IL don't exactly SEQ began
Richard Saville.
mo, OF course you DO not; there IL
nothing to ses e1actly,- interrupted
Miss Dacre. quickly.
II have heard the tale before rhs
only difference is that the weather was
not quite 70 stormy A. your correspond.
emit represents 1t" said Mr.. Rawson,
playing with his double glasses.
1T WA really mucn worse than l
represent" exclaimed Miss Dacre,
with an air OF profound conviction.
Now, does no one want the name OF
my herof"
There was a moments pause. Mrx
Saville sat silent In her armchair.
Lumley's laughing eyes sought Miss
DeSmonds. but she was sheltered be-
hind q massive urn which always ap.
peared at teartime. Only Lord Ever.
TON rose 10 the OCCASION
II am dying OF curiosity. my dear
Miss Dacre," he said languidly
'Namel namel" cried Lumley.
Hugh Savillsl" said Miss Dacrs,
rising and assuming an attitude.
II thought So" said Richard
Just like himi" cried Lumley. cor
daily.
Give me your arm, Mr.. Rawson. ]
have letters to show you In my study.
l avoided church because ! did not
think prayers or sermon would i'm
prove my headache did not bargain
for being obliged to sit out dramat-
10 recital" said Mrs. Saville, dryly,
then added to the company, You will
excuse me, / do not feel equal to gen
eral conversation" and she touched
Mr.. Rawson's with the fnger-tips OF
her right hand, and walked with
much dignity through the door which
Lord Evsrton with a sad and solemn