Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1911-11-09

She went very cautiously, careful to
brush against no article of movable
furniture in the halls, at pains to make
no noise on the stairs. At the door of
her fathers room on the second floor
she stopped and listened for a full mo-
ment; but he was sleeping as quietly,
as soundly, as the servant had de-
clared. Then on, more hurriedly, up
another flight, TO her own room, where
she turned on the electric bulb in
panic haste. For it had just occurred
to her that the telephone bell might
ring before she could change her cloth
ing and get downstairs and shut her.
self into the library, whose closed door
would prevent the bell from being
audible through the house.
In less than ten minutes she was
stealing silently down to the drawing
floor again, quiet as a spirit of
the night. The library door shut with
out a sound; for the first time she
breathed freely. Then, pressing the
button on the wall, she switched on
the light in the d%rop-lamp on the CEN
ter table. The telephone stood be-
side 1t.
She drew up a chair and sat down
near the instrument, ready to lift the
receiver off its hook the instant the
bell began to sound; and waited, the
soft light burning in the loosened
tresses of her hair, enhancing the soft
color that pulsed in her cheeks, fading
before the joy that lived in her eyes
when she hoped.
For. she dared hope-at times; and
at times could not but fear. So greatly
had she dared, who greatly loved, so
heavy upon her untarnished heart was
the burden of the sin that she had put
upon it, because she loved. . Perhaps
he would no call; perhaps the world
was to turn cold and be forever gray
to her eyes. He was even then decid-
ing; at thai very moment her happi-
ness hung in the scales of his mercy.
If he could forgive.
There was a click. And her face
fiamed scarlet, as hastily she lifted the
receiver to her ear. The armature
buzzed sharply. Then central's voice
cut the stiffness.
"Hello! Nine-o-five-one?"
Yes"
wait a minute
She waited, GREATNESS, in a culver.
The silence sang upon the wire, the
silence of the night through which he
was cropping toward her.
"Hello! Is this nine-o-"
Eyes, yes!"
rs this the residence of Alexander
G. Graeme?"
Yes" The syllable almost choked
her.
rs this Miss Graeme at the 'phone?"
1T is"
Miss Sylvia Graeme?"
Eyes"
"This is Daniel Maitland-Sylviai"
las if l did not know your voicei'
she cried, involuntarily.
There followed a little pause: and in
her throat the pulses frightened and
drummed.
81 have opened the bag, Sylvia"
please go on"
And I've sounded the depths of
your hideous infamy!"
"Oh!" He was laughing.
Tive done more. I've made a burnt
offering within the last five minutes.
Can you guess what it is?"
"I-I-don't want to guess! 1 want
to be told"
"a burnt offering on the altar of
your happiness, dear. The papers in
the case of the Dougherty Investment
Company no longer exist"
DAM"
"Sylvia-Does it please your"
Don't you know? How can it do
anything but please me? If you knew
how l have suffered because my ia
Their suffered, fearing the-No, but
you must listenl Dan, it was wearing
him down to his grave, and l
thought"
You thought that il you could get
the papers and give them to him"
Yes. l could see no harm, because
he was as innocent as you"
"Of course, But why didn't you ask
me?"%
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