The record. [volume] (St. Maries, Idaho) 1913-1918, 1914-12-04

always call me up by telephone some /
time during the day. Never under any
circumstance. unless l send for you,
come here at night. Only one man
now watches the house during the
day. but five are prowling around af-
ter dark. They might have instruc-
tons to shoot you on sight. l can't
spare you just at present, Mr. Nor
ton. You've been a godsend; and If
it seems that sometimes / did not
trust you fully it was because ] did
not care to drag you in too deep"
Deep? Norton thought of Florence
and smiled inwardly. Could anybody
be in deeper than he was? Once 1t
was on the tip Of his tongue to con-
fess his love for Florence, but the
gravity of Jones countenance was an
obstacle to such move; 1t did not in
vite it.
To be sure, Jones had no real au-
thority to say what Florence should or
should not do with her heart. Still,
from all points of view, It was better
to keep the affair under the rose till
there came a more propitious hour in
which to make the disclosure.
Love, in the midst Of all these
alarms Sharp desperate rogues on
one side, millions on the other, and
yet love could enter the scene Sc
renely, like an actor who had missed
his cue and came on too soon.
Oddly enough, there was no real
love-making such as you often read
about A pressure of the hand, a
glance from the eye, there was seldom
anything more. Only once-that men,
orable day on the river road-had he
kissed her. No word of love had been
spoken on either side. In that wild
moment all conventionalities had dis
appeared like smoke In the wind
There had been neither past nor flu
ture, only the present in which they
knew that they loved. With her he
was happy, for he had no time to plan
over the future. Away from her be
saw the inevitable barriers providing
against the marriage between a poor
young man and a very rich young
woman. A man who has any respect
for himself wants always to be on
equal terms with his wife. It's the
way this peculiar organization called
society has written down its rules.
Doubtless a relic of the stone age,
when Alb went out with his club to
seek wife and drag her by the hair
to his den, there to care for her and
to guard her with his life's blood. II
is one Of the few primitive sensations
that remain to us, this wanting the fe
male dependent upon the male. Per
haps this accounts for mans lack OF
interest on the suffragette question.
Only Susan suspected the true state
of affairs, being a woman. Having
had no real romance herself, she de-
lighted in having a secondhand one
as you might say She intercepted
many a glance and pretended not tC
see the stolen hand pressures. The
wedding was already full drawn In hel
minds eye. These two young people
should be married at Susan Farlow's
when the roses were climbing up the
sides of the house and the young rob
ms were boldly trying their fuzzy
WAhEos ~ NNA uNA uCA an ldluEl
but she could not conjure up Cat thii
wedding) more than two men besides
the minister, the bridegroom, and tn,
butler.
By forsaking his accustomed haunts
under the advice of Jones, the bidder
warfare ceased temporarily. You can
very we'll kill a man when you don
know where to find him He ate hi
breakfasts haphazardly, now here
, now there. He received most Of hi
I assignments by telephone and wrot
! his stories and articles in his club, il
! the writing rooms Of hotels, and in
! variably dispatched them to the offic
by messenger. The managing edito
4 wanted to know what all this meant
4 but Norton declined to tell him.
j It irked him to be forced to real
D range his daily life-his habits ]
0 was a revolution against his ease, 70
he loved ease when he was not a
a work. He had the sensation Of havin
(. been suddenly robbed Of his home, c
d having been cast out into the streets
q And on top of all this he had to &
y and fall in love!
L There was no longer a shadow OF
l. posite the apartments of the Princes
l. Perigoff. Braine came and went nigh
/, ly witho-e discovering any one. Thi
Q rather worried him. It gave him tn
p impression that the shadow had foun
out what he had been seeking and n
e longer needed to watch the comm
v and going of either himself or tn
Countess Perigoff
"Olga, It looks as if we we're at tn
end Of our rope, he said discouraged.
, 1--WE have failed in all attempts so ia
The devil watches over that girl"
o COR God" replied the COUNTIES
? gloomily. In nearly every instanc
y their success has been due to chance
y Somehow I'm convinced that we b.
gan wrong. We should have let Ha
y greavo escape quietly, followed hin
u and made him fast when the right Ol