Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1914-06-18

BUSINESS. The odor Of hot coffee, the
sight OF q daintily set table, the ra
dance OF q coal IRE, the glow OF red
shaded lights. and the storm shut out
doors brought a tingling pleasure
which seemed like mere animal graft
flcation. He shivered for moment af
he listened to the storm. He won
dered what had made It possible fol
him to brave homelessness and hun
ger and squalor. Looking back on II
he realized he had borne 1t as q man
lives through pain under the power Of
an anesthetic. The misery Of his mind
had dulled the sordid wretchedness OF
mere existence.
To Merry that supper was festival
not wholly because 1t was the salts
flying OF ravenous appetite, but because
it was the crisis II his life. Dorcas
sensed that II her own hunger was
real, Merry would not feel that she
was feeding famished outcast. Jason
beamed upon them in sheer enjoyment
when he brought In full dishes and
carried away empty ones. Dorcas was
light'hearted and gay, as happy as
they had been during their first &C
quaintance at the shore. For q mo-
mept, while Merry drank his coffee,
the memory of q few horrible weeks
intruded on the present.
Miss Dorcas," he began abruptly.
why did you"
She stretched out her hand appeal.
ingly.
Don't bring in whys-now. We are
so comfortable. / don't ask for an ex.
planation-I don't want to give any.
Can't you see I'm in Happy Valley for
little while? / am so glad to have
you here again."
Merry smiled into her eyes. "T1l
obey you, bless your gentle hearth"
The girl rose and reached to shelf
behind her for box Of cigars. Merry
lit one, lounged back in a cushioned
chair, and pulled rings Of smoke
towards the red fire. They sat in
silence after Jason had carried away
the dishes. Their quiet was broken
when the clock struck one. The man
started.
Miss Dorcas, you wanted me here
to talk. / cannot rob you Of nights
Sleep"
II am as wide awake as a cricket
slept all the afternoon"
First of ALL" Merry asked gravely,
how did you find me? Scores OF men
and women passed me day after day,
people have known for years. Not
one Of them recognized me-"
They we're not searching for you"
you were?"
Dorcas nodded.
How did you find mel" he per.
sisted.
Last night on my way home from
the theater with Mr.. Oswald our cab
stopped in block. and 1t was opposite
where-that line Of men stood. was
looking at them when l saw you pull
down your hat. When Mr.. Oswald left
me here / drove back to Tenth street,
but the line had dispersed. l went
again tonight-juet hoping"
who is Mr.. oswald?" asked Merry
abruptly.
Don't you know? Haven't you been
reading the papers? Mr.. Oswald Is the
man who is putting on your play"
MY play?" Andrew dropped his
halksmoked cigar on the table.
Your play" repeated DOrcas in
quiet tone. They have been search
ing everywhere for you to play john
Esterbrook.' Enoch is in Montreal
now, looking for you"
Merry laughed harshly.
The girl claeped her hands together.
Mr.. Merry, tell me, are you and
Enoch no longer friends?"
Andrew picked up his cigar and
pulled it until the red spark revived.
Then he laughed again. I'VE are not
exactly friends. Has he told you any
thing%
Yes, he told me-only 1t seemed
so strange. SO hard to believe after
our talk that day at the point, that
somehow /. cannot understand It,"
Merry watched her keenly. He was
throttling a temptation to tell every
thing that had come between him and
the sunshine OF existence. He felt
sure OF the girls sympathy; he knew
she would understand. He had begun
to realize his own dependent nature.
First there had been his mother, then
for years he had leaned upon Enoch's
strength and friendship. When he was
left alone 1t was outer darkness. Every
fiber of his being longed not so much
for redress as for understanding and
sympathy.
Miss Dorcas. l will begin at the
day when / left you and" Suddenly
he realized he could not tell the story
Of .Enoch's disloyalty to her. Miss
Dorcas, need your help-terribly.
81 am ready to help you in any way
can" she answered quietly. She
knew he was nerving himself to a con-
fession, and she understood what an
ordeal 1t was to the man. She crossed
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