Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1912-05-18

drove hurriedly up and stopped at the |
curb. A young woman, heavily yelled, |
descended, paid the driver, and walked
quickly through the gates toward the
house.
Annie tried to feel brave, but her
heart nisgave her when she saw this
splendid home with all it's evidence Of
wealth, culture and refinement. 1t was
the first time she had ever entered
its gates, although, in a measure, she
was entitled to look upon It as her
own home. Perhaps never so much
as now she realized what deep gulf
lay between her husbands family and
herself. This was a world she had
never known-a world of opulence
and luxury. She did not know how she
had summoned up courage enough to
come. Yet there was no time to be
lost. Immediate action was neces-
sary. Howard must have the best
lawyers that money could procure.
Judge Brewster had been deaf to her
entreaties. He had declined to take
the case. She had no money. How
ards father must come to his assist
ance. She would plead with him and
insist that it was his duty to stand
by his son. She wondered how he
would receive her, If he would put
her out or be rude to her. He might
tell the servants to shut the door In
her face. Timidly she rang the bell
The butler opened the door, and sum-
moning up all her courage, she asked:
rs Mr.. Jeffries in?"
To her utter amazement the butler
offered no objection to her entering.
Mistaking her for a woman reporter,
several of whom had already called
that morning, he said:
Go right in the library, madam;
the other newspaper folk are there"
She passed through the splendid re-
ception hall, marveling inwardly at
the beautiful statuary and pictures,
no little intimidated at finding her
self amid such splendid surroundings.
On the left there was a door draped
with handsome tapestry.
Right in there, MISS" said the
butler.
She went in, and found herself in
room of noble proportions, the walls
of which were lined with bookshelves
filled with tones in rich bindings. The
light that entered through the stained
glass windows cast subdued half.
light, warm and rich in color, on the
crimson plush furnishings. Near the
heavy fiat desk in the center of the
room a tall, distinguished man was
standing listening deprecatingly to
the half dozen reporters who were
bombarding him with questions. AS
Annie entered the room she caught
the words of his reply:
THE young man who has inherited
my name has chosen his own path in
life. am grieved to say that his con
duct at college, his marriage, has
! completely separated him from his
, family, and 1 have quite made up my
mind that in no way or manner car
his family become identified with any
steps he may take to escape the pen
atty of his mad act. l am his father
! and l suppose, under the circum
, stances, ought to say something But
l have decided not to- l don't wish
: to give the American public any ex
! cuse to think that am palliating Of
+ condoning his crime. Gentlemen,
: wish you good-day."
q Annie, who had been listening in
. tently, at once saw her opportunity
. Mr.. Jeffries had taken no notice o
T. her presence, believing her to be I
a newspaper writer like the others. Al
: the reporters took their departure
/ and filed out of the room, she re
NAMED behind. AS the last one digap
O peared she turned to the banker ant
said:
= May l speak to you moment?
|. He turned quickly and looked at he
4 In surprise. For the first time h
!. was conscious of her presence. Bow
r ing courteously, he shook his head:
Il am afraid can do nothing 70
=. you madam-as I've just explained t
{" your confreres of the press"
q Annie looked up at him, and sal
!. boldly:
: 81 am not a reporter, Mr.. Jeffries.
a am your sons wife"
!. The banker started back In amaze
a ment. This woman, whom he ha
n taken for a newspaper reporter, wa
n an interloper, an imposter, the yer
A last woman in the world whom h
a would have permitted to be admitte
y to his house. He considered that sh,
4 as much as anybody else, had col
4 tributed to his sons ruin. Yet whs
could he do? She was there, and b
p. was too much of a gentleman to hav
:. her turned out bodily. Wondering {
q his silence. she repeated softly:
: I'm your sons wife, Mr.. Jeffries
n The banker looked at her a M
% ment, as if taking her in from head
A foot Then he said coldly;
n Madam, have no SON." He hes
tated, and added:
II don't recognize"
She looked at him pleadingly.
But / want to speak to you, sir"
Mr.. Jeffries shook his head. an