White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1914-09-06

sorry. / had hoped by this time to
get somewhere. But it appears that
can't get any further than this
house"
She did not ask him what he meant
by that.
shall l play something for your
she said.
please"
He REV a chair beside the piano
and watched her fingers, white as the
ivory keys, fiutter up and down the
board. She played Chopin for him,
Mendelssohn. Grieg. and Chaminade;
and she played them In a surprising
ly scholarly fashion. He had expect
ed the usual schoolgirl choice and ex-
ecution; Titania, the Moonlight Son.
alta (which not half a dozen great
pianists have ever played correctly,
Monastery Bells, and the like. He
had prepared to make a martyr of
himself; instead, he was distinctly
end delightfully."- entertained.
"You don't" he said whimsically.
when she finally stopped. you don't.
by any chance know The Maiden's
Prayer"
She laughed. This piece was a
standing joke at school.
Il have never played it. 1t may,
however. be in the music cabinet.
Would you like to hear it," mis-
%chieyously.
Heaven ~forfendt" he murmured.
raising his hands.
All the while the letter burned
against her heart; and the smile on
her face and the gayety On her ton
que were forced. "Conide in no
one." she repeated mentally, ''or you
seal my death warrant"
why do you shake your head like
that?" he asked.
Did 1 shake my head?" Her heart
futtered wildly. l was not conscious
OF it."
Are you going to keep your
promise?"
What promise?" 4
Never to leave this house without
Jones or myself being with you"
Il couldn't if | wanted to. I'll
wage Jones is out there in the hall
this minute. know; 1t is all for my
sake. But it bothers me-"
Jones was indeed in the hall; and
when he sensed the petulance in her
voice. his shoulders sank Respondent
ly and he sighed deeply if silently.
At quarter to 8 Florence. being
alone for a minute, set fire to a veil
and stuffed it down the register.
Jones' she called exeitedly, Il
smell something b%urningt"
Jones dashed into the room. sniff
ed. and dashed out again. heading for
the cellar door. His first thought
was naturally that the devils incar-
nate had set fire to the house. When
he returned. having, of course. dis
covered no fire, he found Florence
gone. He rushed into the hall. Her
hat was missing. He made for the
hall door with a speed which SEEM
ed incredible to the bewildered Su-
sans eyes. Out into the street. up
and down which he looked. Far away
he discovered a dwindling taxicab.
The child was gone.
In the house Susan was answering
the telephone. talking ineoherently.
"Who is it," Jones whispered. his
lips white and dry.
THE princess be-
gan Susan.
He took the receiver from her
roughly.
Hello Who is it,"
This is Olga Perigof. Is Florence
there?"
mo, madam. She has Just step
ped out for a moment. Shall | tell
her to call you when she returns?"
Yes. please. | want her and Su-
lsan and MIR. Norton to come to tea
tomorrow. Goodby."
Jones hung up the receiver. sank
into a chair near by and buried his
face in his hands.
What is ii F" cried Susan, terrifi-
ed by the ~haggardness of his face.
shes gone, My God. those
wretches have got her. They've got
herr"
Florence was whirled away at top
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