White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-12-13

noes of all colors. and at length they
agreed upon two modest ones that
were evenly matched in color and
design. Florence ordered them to
sailed up to the Ritz-C Carleton and
had tea.
The man from the taxicab entered
the costumer's. displayed a detec-
tiye's shield and demanded that the
proprietor show him the costumes
selected by the two young people who
had just left. The man obeyed
wonderingly.
Il want a pair exactly like these"
said the detective. How much?"
Two dollars each. rental; seven
apiece II you wish to buy them"
I'll buy them
The detective paid the bill, nod
ded CURLY, and returned to his taxi
cab.
Now, | wonder" unused the cos
tuner. what the dickens those in
nocent looking young people are up
tor" He never found out.
On the night of the ball Norton
dined with Florence for the first
time: and for onee in his life he ex-
perienced that petty disturbance of
collective thought called embarrass-
ment. To talk over wal plans with
Jones was one thing, but to have
Jones serve soup was altogether an
other. All through dinner Jones re
piled to questions with nc more and
no less than Yes. sir" and mo sir"
Norton was beginning to learn that
this strange man could put on a doz-
en- kinds of armor ad railways retain
his individuality. And tonight there
seemed something vaguely familiar
about the impassave face of the but
Ter, as If he had seen 1t somewhere in
the past but could not tell where or
when. AS he and Florence were
leaving for the automobile which was
to take them to the princess. the
truth anne home to him with the
shock of a douche of ice cold water.
Under his breath he murmured
You're a wonderful man, Jones;
and take my hat off to you with the
deepest admiration. Hang mel"
what are you mumbiing about?'
asked the happy girl at his side.
WAS I mumbling? Perhaps I vas
going over my catechism. l haven't
been out in society in so long that
I've forgotten how to act
Il believe that. We've been in
here for five minutes and o haven't
told me that you love me-"
Good heavens" And his arms
went around her sc tightly that she
begged for quarter.
How strong you are,"
The splendor of the room, the
dazzling array of jewels. the kaleido-
scopic colors. the perfume of the
banked flowers. and the music all
combined to put Florence into a
~pleasurable kind of trance. And it
was only when the first waltz began
that she became herself and surren-
dered to the arms of the man she
10 ed.
And they were Waiting oyer a vol
cano. She knew and he knew 1t.
From what direction would the blow
come? Well. they were prepared for
all name of tricks.
In an alcove OF the ballroom sat
Braine and Olga. both dressed exact
ly like Norton and Florence. An
other man and woman entered pres
emily and Braine spoke to them for a
moment, as II giving instructions.
which was indeed the case.
The band crashed into another
dance, and the masqueraders began
swirling hither and thither and yon.
A gay cavalier suddenly stopped in
front Of Florence.
Csss may hofC thC
pleasure of this dancer"
Jim touched F1orence's hand. But
she turned laughingly toward the
stranger. What difference did 1t
make The man would never know
who she was o would she know
him. 1t was a lark, that was all;
and despite Jim's warning touch she
was up and away like the mischiev-
Gus sprite that she was. Jim remain
ed in his chair. twisting his fingers
and wondering whether to laugh or
grow angry. After all he could not
blame her. To him an affair like this
was an ancient story; TO her it was
the door of fairyland swung open.
Let her enjoy herself.