The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1914-09-19

Comfort your heart. Amy. The
shutters are not to be closed. Old
Maddox. the pieman. has already rent
ed the rooms. He is importuning me
to give him possession"
Hell have customers fast enough
II you dida't." said Amy. with biting
scorn for Blakeville's limitations.
Ora buttered- n muffin contemplative-
ly. Perhaps I did a presumptuous
thing i'm trying to force a novel idea
upon the community. I make no doubt
that a woman doctor appeals to the
majority Of Blakevillians somewhat MS
n two headed calf or the man who
writes with his toes might. She is a
curiosity. not a necessity. I confess
the outcome Is not fiattering to- my
vanity. I had some rather good ideas
to offer them. but they would none Of
Them
And you are going to give them all
up?"
THE ideas, no. The propagation OF
them. yes"
"Forever?"
FINALLY"
With an air of large experience the
city editor observed:
There is but one thing In life that
really is final for a woman and that Is
matrimony."
II should call that q beginning rath-
er than n finality."
You would? Well, perhaps 1t Is"
A short silence fell between them.
Amy was wondering when 1t was to
happen. Ora was wondering IL she
might ask a similar question without
betraying herself. Frederic Saterlee
was in both women's minds.
Ora was accusing herself Of unwom-
anly spite in that she was consciously
criticising his choice Of a wife. Amy
was plying him because Price Shell
don had carried captive before his very
eyes this bright. beautiful woman.
whom she well knew he loved with all
his heart.
And poor, dear Fred has so much
more in him. leaving out a pedigree."
More than a year had elapsed now
since that moment of discernment in
which she had captured Frederic's Sc
cret. She hoped she was not so lack
ing in proper spirit as to go OH loving
a man after sha had made such a dis
covery about him. AS the city editor
of the Blakeville Banner was not lack
ing in proper spirit. she proceeded to
eradicate Mr.. Saterlee's image from
her faithful little heart. applying the
vigor to the process that she might
have directed to any useless weed In
her flower beds.
The task proved Unexpectedly easy.
Perhaps. she explained to herself. she
had just grown up thinking and ex-
pecting that some time or other she
and Fred would be married. and that
was all there wa to it.
Perhaps. again, the assiduities of an
other wooer facilitated the process of
eradication. The superintendent of
the new oil mills was only too eager
to secure the prize his employer had
cast aside. He Lad spoken momentous
words to Any when her heart was
smarting under its first disappoint-
ment. A womal's first disappointment
in love wears Il tragic air of finality.
at which she can afford to smile in
after life. Up to this drinking of the
last cup of tea behind the tall screen
the superintendent had received more
snubs than encouragement.
Was it that. all unknown to herself,
q roo of the old owe had escaped her
graduating touch? Perhaps with Ora
married to Price Sheldon Fred's affec-
lions might revert to the original chan
mel in which she must admit they had
run but ~sluggishly. She looked shyly
at Ora over the rim Of her cup. =
II hope marriage may prove an end
ing as well as a beginning for you.
Miss Voolfolk. an ending of all INK
iety and deprivation. a beginning of
the happiness you so richly deserve"
THANK you. Amy, and a return of
all your good wishes with compound
interest"
II suppose you will stay on where
you are?"
Ora regarded her in cold surprise.
Could it be possible that she still en-