The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1911-06-15
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for sleep. often he had called himself
n night bird. but seldom mad ne been
more wakeful than ON this night The
citation OF his triumph. of his success.
had not yet worn Itself down 10 nor
mai aud reasoning satisfaction. and
his chief longing was for the day. and
the day after that. aud the next day.
/ when he would take the place OF Greg.
son ana Thorne. Every muscle in his
I body was vibrant In It's desire for ac-
! ton He looked al his watch II was
/ only 10 O'Clock Since supper he had
smoked almost ceaselessIy Now ne
lighted another cigar and stood up
close TO one OF the windows
Family ne caught the sound of
step on the lr,ard walk outside. IL
was light. quick step. and tor an in
slant IL hesitated. just out of his
vision Then It approached. and sud
denly the figure OF woman stopped in
front OF the window How she was
dressed Rowland could not have told
a moment later. All that ne saw was
the face. white In the white night-a
face on which the shimmering star.
light fell as IL was lifted 10 his gaze,
beautiful. as clear cut as a cameo. with
eyes that looked up at him haf plead.
ingly. half luringly. and lips parted
as II about to speak to him. He stared
moveless In his establishment. and in
another breath the face was gone
The deuce. but she was prettyr'
Rowland said to himself. And those
eyes
Suddenly he checked himself. There
had been more than the eyes. more
than the pretty face. Why had the
girl paused In front of the Window
Why had she looked at him so intent
ly as though on the point of speech?
The smile and the flush left his face as
these questions came to him. and he
wondered II he had failed TO compre.
bend something which she had meant |
him to understand. After all. might 1t |
not have been n case OF mistaken iden- |
tity? For moment she had believed |
thar she recognized him: then, seeing
her mistake. had passed swiftly down
the street.
He walked casually to the door At
the end of the street. quarter OF a
mile distant. red light burned feebly
over the front of Chinese restaurant.
and in mechanical fashion his foot
steps led him in that direction.
'I'll drop In and have a cup of tea"
he assured himself.
He stopped and turned his eyes again
nto the north. He wondered as he still
stood gazing into the ininity of that
1ther world beyond the Saskatchewan
4 romance was really quite dead In
him. Always be had laughed at ro
nance. Work-the grim reality of ac
ion. of brain fighting brain. of clever
hess pitted against other mems clever
almost brought him TO the
,oint OF regarding romance IN life as
peculiar illusion Of fools-and women
But he was fair in his concessions. and
onight he acknowledged that he had
,njoyed the romance OF what he had
een and heard. And. most OF all, his
flood had been stirred by the beauti-
nj face that had looked at him from
,ut OF the night.
He passed through the low door of
he restaurant and entered a large
Dom filled with tables and chairs and .
pregnant with strange odors.
"a pot OF tea" ordered Rowland.
He slipped his tea leisurely, listening
With all the eagerness of the new )
ense of freedom which had taken pos
ession Of him. The Chinaman had
carcely disappeared when be heard
ootsteps on the stair. In another in
tant a low word OF surprise almost
capped from his lips. Hesitating for