The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1912-12-21

friend now the wife Of a successful
financier
Miss Fanella's hand trembled. her
face was drawn and white.
"A nurse maid" she moaned at
last bitterly. "A common nurse maid.
She put it kindly. and it Is kind OF
her to think OF me in my destitution.
but that is what it means. Yet. isn't
it better than cold and loneliness and
starvation? I'm tired of being diff
ferent from other people. I'll try be-
ing as common as the commonest for
while"
Suddenly the great bell pealed
through the resounding old rooms.
She lifted the little lamp in wonder.
ment and threaded her way again
through the Icy gloom. No trades
people called at the house, and cerI
tainly not at the big front door! And
generations of superiority had taught
the neighbors the futility OF calling
at the Fenway portals.
Nelson Travers stood IN the porch.
the big white fakes heaped upon his
broad shoulders.
Good evening. Fanella," he said as
II he had parted with her but yester-
day. Tomorrow is your birthday,
believe, and Christmas. too. VIII you
come for a ride with me?"
Miss Fanella gasped, as we'll she
might. This. after fifteen years of 81
| lence! Had It taken him 30 long to
| recover from the repulse OF old
Madam Fenway?
"I-what. will the neighbors think?"
she gasped
You are thirty-six tomorrow. are
you not, Fanella? Isn't that old
enough to act as you please regard
less OF the neighbors?"
Il suppose 1t is. Nelson" she ad.
mitted with smile. But where?"
will you trust me this once, Fanel.
la! 1 promise to bring you back
whenever you wish"
Miss Fanella looked into the white
night. Was she dreaming. or could
this unlikely thing really have hap
pened in the deadening monotony OF
her life?
What difference did 1t make. any.
way. Henceforth she would be only
nursemaid She looked back into
Nelson Travers' honest eyes pleading
with her to trust him. About her the
stately old furniture upon which heI
pride had fed 30 many years, pleaded
in vain.
| YES" she said, 'I'll come do not
know how far shall go. though"
The man stepped into the old hall
and held her coat. His lips closed
over his displeasure when he felt the
weight of it.
| She did not remember the worn
gloves on the hall table, and only
thought about locking the door when
she saw Travers slip the key into his
deep pocket.
| Wrapped in robes, she seemed un.
conscious Of the storm. realizing only
| the pleasant sensation of companion.
ship and warmth.
She was not even surprised when
he drew up before a low. ample house
and lifted her carefully to the door
stone.
| "IW be in in minute" he told
her. Take of your wraps and get
warm"
Miss Fanella, her heart beating
high at her own audacity. opened the
broad door.
The wide. low rooms within opened
pleasantly together, lighted by can
dies on the mantels. and by softly
shaded lamps.
How pleasant" said Miss Fanella
aloud, going to the open fire, and
thinking of her little stove in the but
ler's pantry.
| Il have dreamed OF you sitting
here" said Travers quietly, coming to
her. And now l am going to>ask you
to eat supper with me-a Christmas
supper. you know"
Il shall be most delighted" an
swered Miss Fanella with smile.
The Fenway pride was mute for once.
1t was a quiet supper. Fanella poured
the tea, conscious that her compan-
ions eyes were following her, and she
enjoyed herself with a fierce. defiant
sort of enjoyment.
"Fanella," said the man. leading her
back to the fire, Il will bless you for.
ever for coming with me. l wanted
you to see my home. to understand
just how simple and unpretentious 1t
Is. I know l am only common farm.
err but I've always loved you, Fanel-
la. I cannot endure 1t to see you live