Daily independent. [volume] (Elko, Nev.) 188?-1915, 1911-03-13

SO absurd How could she?
Only Il few persons remained I'm
the entrance as she stepped into the
motor. One Of these was Fenshaw.
She saw him clearly. He had edged
close as Fred approached the chauf-
feur In an endeavor to hear. Miss
Whitley became enraged Then sud.
denly the Iure or the game rose In
her veins. In spirit OF challenge,
she leaned out and called audibly to
her brother:
Tell him-home!" and. as tho
door closed on them. Fenshaw
caught glimpse OF hair as golden
as the slipper that was running the
shape OF his pocket and of eyes with
matching CLEAN OF nCcAery.
fenshaw was at the bachelor
stage. which Is beyond that Of the
merely single young maj. This does
not mean. however. that he was
without. his moments of impulse. A
vacant taxi stood encouragingly at
hand. He sprang in.
Worth your while to follow and
keep track of that carl" he directed
Dizzily Trey spun along TO dis.
count the start of the; other motor.
Finally 1t stopped. So did Fenshaw,
slightly in the rear He paid ex.
traVaSantiy for his success. dis.
missed THE taxi. took accurate note;
OF the house. the Winleys entered.
verified the number as they passed
inside. ascertained the street and
then turned homeward with q tune
upon HIS lips. For was 1t not Mrs
hartneld's street?--sympathetic en-
ersetic. matchmaking Mrs. Hart
neld! And just three doors below.
too! Surely she knew the glorious
lady Of the slipper! II that we're so.
lie laughed aloud at the rosiness
OF his outlook
In the morning he called up Mrs.
fairfield. No hour WAS ever too
early for her. She agreed with
eagerness to his suggestion. She
considered Fenshaw her most OBJ
stinate and at the same time her
most worth while" case. He had
never confessed to need of her be-
tore. and his hint Of distress was q
heartening sign. So she broke an
engagement for bridge. and with the
tea table laid and some OF her hus.
Dands best cigars at hand an hour
100 soon. she sat looking out of her
WINDOW. impatiently tapping her foot
III rhythm to the clocks ticking
fenshaw was almost prompt He
arrived exactly on time. and. with a
pare greeting, dropped the slipper In.
TO the lap OF his hostess
There!" he exclaimed sEeepishly,
Il hope you're satisfied"
Mrs. fairfield examined 81 excIted.
ly.
whose Is IT." she demanded
l-dont-know." mumbled Fem
shaw.
she beamed upon him II was bet
ter than she had expected
Eel, me--all!" she commanded
lie told her. i've been wonderinv
ever since just why did it," he end.
ed. except. perhaps-it is a handsome
slipper.
Mrs. fairfield did not contradict
MIN: The number is 81. you say
That is the Winley's house. Hair
mat cs the slipper" she broke or
irrelCYantly.
Fenshaw nodded. You know herr"
he cried
"Of course" lied Mrs. fairfield.
with the mental reservation. "by
sight to ease her conscience. And
you merely wish to return this?"
Fenshaw looked up sharply. 20,
course! You see. It was really an
objectionable thing to do. | felt
that she knew | had It, and | should
nave given II back then and there.
but-but I didn't"
Him. said Mrs. fairfield. She was
thinking very hard Suppose you
drop in to dinner Tuesday next?"
There was yelled promise I'm hor
tone.
Angel" murmured Fenshaw rs
he left the house.
At the same moment 1.-The angel"
was In frantic communication over
the telephone.
Tuesday came at last Fenshaw
arrived Z most improperly early. It
was a good symptom, and Mrs. Hart.
held's greeting was none the less
cordial She met his expectant gaze
with a glib explanation. .s.. ..
You see. Ethel-Mrs. a.Trowden-
rang me up just after you left.
Sled quite get her heart on a din.
.ner and little bridge after; so when
II told her l. couldn't , come she in
sisted on my bringing you along.
It's all right" She laughed as his
expression fell she has asked Miss
Whitley" r..s,.-. ....
They left the house. Fenshaw's
eyes we're strangely alight and his
jaw squarely set MS they drove away.
He wos going to defeat or conquest
at least. to battle For sentiments
sake. the slipper rested in his
pocket. but his heart was already
leaping lar beyond.