Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1911-10-05


covered the tile floor was OF rich
quality and rare design. The neutral
tinted walls were bare, but for a
couple of steel engravings in heavy
wooden frames. There were three
heavily upholstered leather arm-chairs
and one revolving desk-chair; roll
top desk, against the partition wall,
waste-paper basket, and fiat-topped
desk, or table. And that was all.
Or not quite all, else the Office equip
ment had not been complete. There
was the telephone,
But he would heart Or was the par
tition sound-proof?
AS If in contradiction of the sugges-
ton, there came to her ears very clear
ly the sound of the hall door crealxing
on its hinges, and then a mans voice,
shrill with anger and anxiety.
You fool! Do you want to ruin
us both? What do you mean"
The door crashed to, interrupting
the protest and drowning Anisty's
reply.
Il was passing" the new voice took
up its plaintive remonstrance, and
the Waterman called me in and said
that you were telephoning for me"
Damn the interfering fool" inter
rupted Anisty.
But what's this insanity, Anisty ?
What's this about a woman? What"
The newcomers tones assembled high
scale of fright and rage
Lower your voice, you asst" the
burglar responded sternly. and"
He took his own advice; and for a
little time the conference was con-
Quoted in guarded tones that did not
penetrate the dividing wall save as a
deep rumbling alternating with an i'm
passioned squeak.
But long ere this had come to pass
the girl was risking all at the tele-
phone. Receiver to ear she was i'm
ploring central to connect her with
Ninety-eight-nine Madison. II only she
might get Maitland, tell him where the
jewels were hidden, warn him to re-
move them-then she could escape
further suffering by open confession.
What NUMBER" came centrals Ian
gufI query, after space. did you
say ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS"
mo, no, central. Nine-o-eight-nine
Madison, please, and hurry-hurry!
"Ah, I'm ringin Fem. They amt
answered yet. Gimme time. There
they are. Go ahead"
Hello hello!"
"Pwhat is ut?"
Her heart sank; O'Hagan's voice
meant that Maitland was out.
"O'Hagan-is that you? Tell Mr..
Maitland"
Hes GAVIN out for the noight an
Tell him, please"
But he's out. Ring up in the
marnin'."
But can't you take this message
for him? Please"
The door was suddenly jerked open
and Anisty leaped into the room, face
white with passion. Terrified, the
girl sprang from the desk, carrying the
instrument with her, placing the re-
volving chair between her and her
enemy.
THE brass bowl, please-tell him
that" she cried clearly into the re-
ceiver.
And Anisty was upon her, striking
the telephone from her grasp with
one swift blow and Selling her savage
ly by the wrist. AS the instrument
clattered and pounded on the floor she
was sent Keeling and staggering half
way across the room.
AS she brought up against the fat
topped desk, catching it's edge and
saving herself a fall, the burglar
caught up the telephone.
who is that?" he shouted, impera-
lively, into the transmitter.
Whatever the reply, it seemed to
please him. His brows cleared, the
wrath that had made his face almost
unacceptable subsidized; he even
smiled. And the girl trembled, know
ing that he had solved her secret; for
she had hoped against hope that the
only words he could have heard her
speak would have had too cryptic q
significance for his comprehension.
AS, slowly and composedly, he re.
placed the receiver on it's hook and
returned the instrument to the desk,
short and rotund figure OF a man, in
rumpled evening dress and. wearing a
wilted collar, hoped excitedly into the
room, cast at the girl one terrified
| glance out Of eyes that glittered with
excitement like black diamonds, set
in a face the hue of yeast, and
clutched the burglars arm.
"Oh, Anisty, Anisty!" he cried
piteously. What is it? What is it?
| Tell mel"
TITS all right" returned the burglar
Don't you worry, little man. Pull