The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1913-08-21

o2x1 came, he nA0 tho OAe10t0Ct100 o.
seeing her open her eyes. and she
walked down the long stairs sup.
ported BY his arm.
4 1T was silly Of me to faint" she
ALTERED. !''But after you had gone
t-4eemed 20 long, and thought
fberAxps you wouldn't bother to help
i me-.
| 6nsS In the taxi she closed her
eges and lesned back.
= live wst out In Brooklyn"
You are going to my sisters for
the night" he said firmly. "You sre
IN no condition to take any long trip.
II you wish to phone to anyone. you
may N The house when We arrive"
M" lhe said, she had no one to
phone TO. The hint Of hidden pathos
"a her tired tone stirred old heart
strings. He said nothing more, but
stared out Of the window at the shad-
owy street vistas. Undoubtedly Bar
bara and himself had led q self-cen-
tered life In the old Gramercy Park
house. Life had slipped along in
smooth channels for them. They had
never known want or loneliness. He
wondered what she would say to this
child he was taking to her. Once,
years before. he remembered bring
ing home lost kitten he had found
pressed close to the iron ratings Of
the park, and Barbara had told him
she would send word to the proper
authorities to care for It, but It could
not remain In the house. He turned
| to the girl again. She had taken of
her hat and her eyes were closed.
The questions on his lips remained
unanswered. He noticed her ringless
hands. She held her gloves clasped
loosely on her hap. He saw they had
been mended. Even bachelor has
some knowledge Of proper garments
for the daintier portion Of humanity.
He knew that she was not clad like
Barbara and her friends. The long
grey cravenette was inexpensive and
bit worn at the cuffs. Her shirt
| waist was Of wash silk, her skirt
dark blue serge. The hat on her lap
with pin pushed through its crown
was a soft grey straw, shaped he
would have said, like q fruit dish.
It bore crushed bow Of gray satin,
and cluster Of tiny hand made silk
roses.
us your sister nice?" Her voice
startled him. She was regarding him
anxiously. won't she mind?"
Not at ALL" said Justin fatty.
| "She is quite accustomed to anything
may do that is-well. say unusual. =
Il think everything you do is I'M
usual. The development at Silver
Cross was splendid"
Silver Cross!" he stared at her
almost suspiciously. He had not DO
lieved q single soul in New York city
knew Of his connection with the iso-
lated properties far up in the Nevada
mountains which held the greatest
promise Of wealth in years. He had
covered every track. Not even Bar.
bara knew Of his trips there. For SIX
months he had been dropping capital
into the earth holes there, and only
holding communication with Dave
Richards. the owner Of the original
4 claims, GLOW do you know I have
been in Silver Cross?''
II am Juanita Richards. Last year
Dave sent me down to New York to
I ind the right way, don't you know
We were struggling along out there
the best way we could. and there
was no way to get In touch with the
right people here. So came down
and got place with Willis & Heath
It was only clericel work, but knew
they were the best firm in the mining
business. And kept asking and ask
ing for someone who would tell III
the truth about the properties Out
there, somebody who would play fair
And they told me you would. So Their
Just wrote to Dave, and he wrote to
you, and that's all. I'm going bach
home next week. Dave says l may
He heard from you that the mines
were paying, and SO won't have te
work here any more"
She paused, but Justin did not
speak. He only looked at her.
"I.ve wanted to know you &c
much" she added, impulsively, "but
brother told me to wait until I mel
you out at Silver Cross. How queel
1t came about all Of its own accord
didn't it,"
He drew in q deep breath.
I'VE are little dancing marionettes
Miss Juanita, with Fate watching thu
strings and wires. I have been work
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