The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1910-09-17

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there were no lights on the schooner.
When still remained obdurate he
he"- She paused. You may have
heard Of it. He killed one of my men"
Impossible" calculated Boyd.
"Oh, but it isn't impossible. Any,
thing is possible with INSCRIPTIONS
men where there is no law. They halt
at nothing when in chase of money.
They are different from women in that.
I never heard of a woman doing muir
der for money"
WAS it really murderT'
Judge for yourself. My man came
down for supplies. and they got him
drunk-he was drinking man-then
they stabbed him. They said China
man did 1t in a brawl. but Willis
Marsh was to blame. They brought
the poor fellow here and laid him on
my steps, as If had been the cause
of 1t. Oh, it was horrible. horrible!"
"And you still stuck to your postT
said Emerson cur1ously..
"Certainly! This adventure means
great deal to me, and, besides, will
not be beaten"-the stem of the glass
with which she had been toying snap.
ped suddenly-"at anything"
The unsupported luxury Of the din
Ing room and the excellence of the din
ner itself had in a measure prepared
Emerson for what he found in the liv-
ing room. One thing staggered him-a
piano. The bearskins on the floor, the
big sleepy chairs, the reading table lit
tered with magazines, the shelves Of
books, even the basket of fancy work.
all these he could accept without fur
Their parleying. but piano-in Kalvik!
Again Boyd withdrew into that ST.
lent mood from which no effort on the
part of his hostess could arouse him,
and 1t soon became apparent from the
hstless hang of his hands and the dis
tant light in his eyes that he had even
become unconscious Of her presence In
the room. = ." x
! After an hour, during which Emer-
son>barely spoke, she tired of Fraser's
anecdotes, which had long ceased to
be amusing, and, going to piano, shut
fed the sheet music idly, inquiring:
do you care for musfc?;. Her re-
mark was aimed at Emerson, but the
other answered: my favorite hymn
is the Maple Leaf Rag Let her go.
professor" -. -.
Cherry settled herself obl1g1ngly and
played ragdme. She was in the midst
Of some syncopated measure when
Boyd spoke abruptly, please play
something" a. ., DID, r..
She understood what he meant and
began really to play, realizing very
soon that at least one Of her guests
knew and loved music. Under her
deft fingers the instrument became q
medium for musical speech. Gay
roundelays, swift, passionate Hunga-
rian dances, bold Wagnerian strains
followed In quick succession, and the
more her utter abandon the more GER
tainly she felt the younger man re-
I spond. Then her dream filed eyes
widened as she listened to his voice
breathing life into the words. He sang
with the ease and hexibility Of an
artist, his powerful baritone blending
perfectly with her contralto. 8 #. 81 /
n For the first time she felt the mans
personality, his magnetism, as IL be
had dropped his cloak and stood at her
side in true semblance. s& Hi.
"Oh, thank you,"" she breathed. .s4ts
'eThank you" he said ~ ssI-I-thatss
the first time in ages that rye had the
heart to sing. l was hungry Tor mn.
| nc; was starving for it. rye sat III
my cabin at night longing for It until
my soul fairly ached with the silence
10 He took q seat near the girl and con.