The Huttig news., 1913-02-15

It, and Leave This Room" Take up yonr bag and go I haven't
 cents worth of interest in its con ents"
 She started to her feet Sweetwater leard her chair grate on the painted loor, as she pushed it back in rising. Tie brother rose too, but more calm V. Brotherson did not stir Sweet water felt his hopes rapidly dying 'own-down into ashes, when sud ,enly hor voice broke forth in pants:
 And Marie said-eyerybody said hat you loved our great lady; that fou. of the people, common. com- non, working with the hands, living with men and women working with he hands, that you had soul. senti- nent-what you will of the good and he great. and that you would give vour eyes for her words, s fines, si pirituelles. so like des vers de poete. false! false! all falsei She was an nsel You are-read that" she ye- iemently broke in, opening her bag md whisking a paper down before afm. Read and understand my proud nd lovely lady She did right to lie, You are hard-hard You would have &illed her if she had not
 Silence, woman, I will read noth- ingi" came hissing from the strong mans teeth, set in almost ungovern- able anger. Take back this lctter IS you call it, and leave my room
 "Nevairel Ycu will not read? But you shall, you shall. Behold another! One, two, three. four," NadIy thy flew from her hand. Nadly she con- rinued her vituperative attack 'Beastl beast! That she should pour 3ut her innocent heart to you. you. do not want your money. Monsieur the common street, of the common house. It would be dirt. Pierre it would be dirt. Ah, bah! ie mouhlie tout fait. Pierre, il est bete. Il re- use de les toucher. Nais il fant u'il les touche. si ie les laisse snr ,a pianeher. Va-t'en, Je me moaue 'e lCi Canaillel Lhomme du peu- Tle, tout fait du peuplei"
 load slam-the skurrying of feet trough the hall accompanied by the slower and heavier tread of the so- alled brother, then silence. and such Hence that Sweetwater faneied he :ould catch the sourd of Brothersons eavy breathing. His own was sI- anced to gasp What a treasure of girl! How natural her indignation! What an instinct she showed and what comprehension,
 But had she imposed on Brother ion? AS the silence continued. Sweet water began to doubt He understood luite we'll the importance of his leighbor's first movement We're he O tear those letters into shredsl He night be thus tempted All depended Jn the strength Of his present mood nd the real nature of the secret 9hich lay buried in his heart.
 There was a sound as of settling ,oal Only at night would one expect hear so slight a sound as that in s
 nement full of noisy children. But he moment chanced 10 be propitious, nd 1t not only attracted tho attention \ oA CCt " eslCi Oit lliS SiuF OI NHt Ndii, put it struck the ear of Brotherscn lso, With an ejaculation as bitter it was impatient he reused him. elf and gathered up the letters. Sweetwater could hear the successive 'ustlings as he bundled them up in is hand. Then came another silence then the lifting of stove lid.
 Sweetwater had not been wrong In is secret apprehension. His identi- ication with his unimpressionabl teighbor's mood had shown him what O expect These letters-these inno- ,ent and precious outpourings of ale and womanly soul-;he only con s!yabla open sesame to the hard ooked nature he found himself pitted
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 vanishing pm ef smoke.
 But the Id was thrusI back, and he etters remained in hand Mortal strength has its limits Even Brother son could not shut down that lid on words which might have heen meant for him. harshly as he had repelTed the idea.
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