The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1911-11-23


been trying to read. 1t was
Sunday. aud to Iaul the first
day Of the week was always distinctly
oppressive
Its no use This day has got on
my nerves The time when myself
and my dreams were all the company
j needed is gone. ! haven't seen her
for two days. and | can't wait another
day. another hour. another minute"
A half hour later Paul was ushered
into the Sanger drawing room. Flea
nor not appearing at once, he wan
dered through an open door into the
music room. at one end of which had
been installed small pipe organ.
And Paul of the many talents, with
out being great musician, knew how
10 make the organ respond to his souls
mood He seated himself and began
TO play His idle lingering gradually
took form In a passionate, dorid gust
OF melody that filed the big house.
Then the stormy mood died away, and
the organ sang a weird minor refrain.
Eleanor, entering unobserved by the
player. stood leaning against a chair
near him, regarding him with an odd
look in which admiration and pity, per-
haps shade OF contempt. mingled.
At last. without turning or ceasing
his playing. he spoke 81 can't see
you, but know you are there"
Lawyer. politician. orator, must
cian-the gods have been good to you
she murmured quizzically.
Eyes" he answered. with a trace of
bitterness, Jack of all trades and mas
Ter OF none, but first and above all
Mrs. Gilbert's most sincere devotee.
I'm constant in at least one thing But
you won't let me speak OF that. Today
I'm possessed OF thousand devils.
Sing"
He opened sheet of music before
him and struck into the accompani
ment, and Eleanor. standing where she
was sang.
Eleanor Gilbert could sing. and that
afternoon she sang as she had never
sung before. for in her singing that
day she found expression for what she
had never quite dared to put into
words-the longing for something high
er and better than had yet come into
her life to fulGn the ultimate woman's
mission. longing which of late had
been growing more and more poignant
within her, AS she sang her heart
flooded with kindness toward the
handsome, romantic young man before
her
Il wish" she thought once when at
the end of verse the organ took up |
the refrain--'I wish l were your moth
er. wonder can this be the begin
ming Of love-and for your
Song followed song until at length |
Paul turned from the organ and faced |
her.
Thank you" he said simply.
She rested her elbows on the back |
of the chair. folding her hands and |
dropping her chin ON them.
How are those devils nowT' |
"Gone. every one OF them. You're |
the most eminently satisfactory per
son In the world. | came here rest
less. morbid. filed with dismal fore
holdings. You sing-the demons fee"
He folded his arms contentedly
by the way, when are you going to
let me proposeT
Must | ever let your"
at is inevitable that shall propose
sooner or later. whether you consent
or not But | prefer TO do II under
the most propltious circumstances"
They say you can judge Of love by
the sacrifices It is willing TO make,
What would you give up for meY"
What would l give up? Every
thing"
Everything is big word. my
friend" she answered skepticnlly.
Lets come down to facts, as Henry
would say FriendsT
He covered his face with his hands
She pressed him almost fercely.
Friends? Even your friend Nc
AdooP
For Gods sake, don't"
what" she said mockingly. Then
everything doesn't mean everything"
Slowly his hands fell to his side.
His face was very white, his eyes un-
utterably weary.
NO; everything doesn't mean every
thing. When he asked me To give
you up | refused. II you should de
mand that / give him up must make
the same answer; otherwise | must
be utterly contemplate | forced my
friendship on him against his will
II it means anything to him now 1
can't take It away from him.
MY dear friend" she said aloud
gently. I'm not tempting you, because
have nothing to offer you In exchange
for the sacrifice. I'm only showing you
what it means to care for an intense
ly selfish woman. And IL should like
to care for you, but | dare not. I'm
too much like Mr.. McAdoo. can new