Carson City daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1907-1930, 1913-12-23

in. Perchance a little bit of submits
sion. most delicious. and certainly by
and by he should be playing to her,
on the despised violin. she listening,
won over, conquered.
Yes; that would be it-conquered.
To c~Onquer-tO be conquered-exact-
ly what the man and the wOman each
wants. But the process of achieve
ment must be always adequate, always
adjusted in a fashion that masculine
one-and-twenty knows nothing at all
about.
Peter. of course. did not find Betty
in the law library. He came slowly
back to the other half. the half they
mostly lived in. and as slowly mounted
the stairs.
Betty was not in her Don or her
| dressing room. He did not note the
absence of the trunks. Betty was not
| in his dressing room, nor was she on
the floor above.
BIT the enchanting little witch was
IL hiding in the garnet, of course.
: Peter went to the garnet. 1t was a
big place, extending all owe both
halves of the double house. The raft
ers were black and cobwebby and
strung and hung with all manner OF
garments; there We're dusty engrav-
ings, cracked mirrors, rusty Franklin
stoves, spinning wheels, barrel chairs
in faded chintZ, calfskin trunks with
brass nails. Hessian boots covered with
mold. his fathers old saddle, a pillow,
! a spinet, piles of La Belle Assemblee
and %annuais. rickety tables, three leg
ged chairs, Leghorn bonnets, sleigh
bells, the key to the big dividing doors
that he had so lately hung on their
peg, a scrap of pink and yellow ribbon
| under his feet, the reflection of his
own figure in a cracked cheval glass
holding the candlestick i'll his hand.
but there was no Betty.
Mr.. Van Zandt came down to the
first floor.
No n was yet to be
! In fact, Shaddle and Miss Supple
ing with a great and suppressed excite
ment, neither one daring to emerge or
to offer explanation.
Van Zandt thought: She has gone
out, up to BlOomingdale to the De
Peysters to give me a little fright, but
l will not follow her. No, no.. \ man
must not give in too far. She will
come home by TO-"
He dressed for dinner. sat down and
| ate. He smoked a cigar or two. pacing
the front hall after the servants had
gone below. He watched the tall old
| clock in its niche between the drawing
room and library doors, until the hands
| pointed to 10.
| Then he crossed again into the other
| half Of his house; into the law library,
! and, scanning the table, he at last saw
| Betty's envelope. He opened and read.
He stood still. the frail. bitter little
paper weapon grasped in his sledge
hammer hand.
| That was it; the giant, the man, pow
| erless in the f1utter of the butterfly's
wings; blinded by the little. little thing;
a hitler thing even than the violin
that had wrecked his wife's young
life.
He sat down. still holding the tiny
sheet; and he sat there. nearly mo-
t~ionless, until morning.
Shaddle and Supple sat up all night,
too, waiting for a possible summons:
watching for, they could not wen sur
mise. what.
The chilly. pallid sun of the Indian
summer slanted in alike upon master
! and man. and maid: but no word was
| spoken between them.
Shaddle went up and laid out his
masters fresh clothes. filed his tub,
put the morning paper on the candle
stand beside his untouched bed. then
| slipped down again to the kitchen.
The breakfast was announced. but al
though the master sat at meat, he ate
not a morsel: and only drank half the
cup of coffee that Supple in silence
poured for him.
Afterwards he went out, and he did
not come back for three days. Shad-
die and Bridget were frightened to
death almost; visions of suicide, MUIR
der and kindred horrors distorting all
their waking and sleeping hour as
| well.
(Coninued