Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1911-03-08
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She laughed lightly. I'm sorry
no."
Il have only one," he said I'm
going to strike 1t. SO that We can get
our bearings"
He scratched the match on his sole.
The first precious moment of light he
permitted himself to look at her, fixing
her face in his mind as though he
were never to see 1t again. 1t re-
joiced him to find that in that instant
her eyes also turned to his
The interchange of looks was hard
for him to break. Only half the match
was gone before he turned from her,
but in that time he had asked and an
swered so many unspoken questions
questions which at the moment were
still little more than hopes and yearn-
ings. His heart was beating rapidly.
If she had doubted him, she did not
doubt him now. If she had not under
stood his feeling for her, she must I'M
derstand it now. And the looA in her
own eyes-could he question that 1t
was more than friendly? But the ne
cessity of making the most of the light
forced him to forget for the moment
the tender presence of the girl who
filed his heart. He therefore employed
himself with quick study of their sur
roundings.
The chamber was about ten feet
square, and lined smoothly with white
thing 1t was designed to show the
sanitary construction of the Walling-
ham refrigerator. Orme remembered
how Tom had explained it all to him
on previous visit to Chicago.
This was merely storage chamber.
There was no connection with an ice
chamber, and there were none of the
hooks and shelves which would make
it complete for it's purpose. The only
appliance was the thermometer, the
coils of which were fitted in flush with
the thing, near the door, and protected
by close metal grating. AS for the
door itself, it's outline was a fine seam.
There was handle.
AS the match burned close to his
fingers, Orme pulled out his watch. 1t
was Twenty-Five minutes past five.
Darkness again.
Orme CROPPED his way to the door and
tugged at the handle. The door would
not open; built with air-tight nicely.
it did not bulge in the least.
This was what Orme had expected.
He knew that Alcatrante would have
shot the bolt. He knew, too, that AL
catrante would be waiting in the cor
ridor. to assure himself that the last
clerk left the office without freeing the
prisoner-that all the lights were out
and the Office locked for the night.
Then he would depart, exulting that
the papers could not be delivered; and
in the morning Orme would be re-
leased.
But had Alcatrante realized that the
chamber was alright? Surely he had
not known that the girl was already
there. The air that might barely suf-
fee to keep one alive until relief came
would not suffice for two.
There was not the least opening to,
admit of ventilation. Even the places
where, in practical refrigerator, con-
nection would be made with the ice,
chamber, were blocked up; for that
matter, they were on that side of the
chamber which was built close into the
corner of the Office.
Orme drove his heel against the
wall The tiles did not break. Then
he stepped back toward the middle of
the chamber.
Where are you, Grip" he asked.
Here" she answered, very, near
him.
CTO BE Continued,