The Ely miner., 1915-12-31

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her hair. And your mother gave them
to you, placed them in your innocent
hands. You were hugging the doll to
your baby breast when entered the
room. The seed was being planted by
your foolish, dear mother. should
not blame you so much as myself.
did not discover the horrible blunder
in time. ! was few minutes late.
II took the doll away, took 1t to my
study, Rita. I consigned It to the
| flames, and burned 1t to ashes.
Your poor mother died shortly after
that. 1t was judgment upon her, a
| judgment of which have meant to
tell you. Remember, Rita, God frowns
| upon adornment and pleasure. Re-
member and repent, my child, and
shall pray for you when I burn these
| things"
Burn! Impulsively she reached out
as though to save the precious arti-
cles Then she nodded her head
meekly. averting her eyes to hide the
CLINT that leaped there. For. as her
father turned away from her, her
sharp ears caught familiar whistle,
the whistle that her sweetheart had
used more than once to bring her out
side the house.
The door had barely closed behind
Reverend Deane than she was at
the open window, searching the moon
spun night for the blurry mass that
represented White.
Swiftly she detached the note from
the weight, devouring 1t at glance,
obedient to it instantly. "Auto at cor
ner. It's the only way out"
Carefully. with a smile upon her
lips, cruel little smile at thought of
the hurt she was giving in return for
the one just received, five minutes
later, with her grip in hand contain
ing all the tawdry, cheap reminders
of the life she was leaving, she pinned
her sweetheart's note to the little
cushion On her dresser. then stole soft
ly down the stairs and out into the
night Nor did she deign to give one
glance back at the prison house.
Where, sir!" queried the driver
again.
Reverend Blacks parsonage-op-
posite end of town, you know. on Car
son street"
II.
White smiled happily to himself as,
lost in the pictures painted by the
flames in the library crate, he visual
ized the happy hours that had been his
since that night in the comfortable,
little parsonage when Rita Deane be-
came Mrs. James White.
A man worth while, young man
whose shoulders had not bowed be-
meath the weight of handling great
wealth unloaded upon him immediate
ly he quit college, man submerged
in business, at the age of thirty. he
found the happiness which his ma
ture had craved when he soon wearied
Of the laborious efforts at winning
pleasure in the set in which his riches
had placed him.
He could not exactly analyze the
sensations Of delight 1t had given him
to please her. And she was SO easily
pleased.
And never an emergency but Mrs.
James White met it firmly and con-
trolled It, The Rita Deane of Mary
James and shabby attire had assumed
leadership of the youngest and gayest
set Of the city.
Arm in arm they moved down the
long, winding gravel path to the ga
rage. Rita was prattling over the de-
tails of a novel entertainment she pur-
posed giving the following week.
His eyes wandered dreamily over
the level lawns. the beautiful garden
ing, the gorgeous flowers, then halt
ed, and tender. almost longing ex-
preston 6eepened them, as he
watched his chauffeur playing with
his baby. He glanced furtively at
Rita, almost flercely trying to find
some reflection in her eyes Of the
light dwelling In that Of Mary. the
chauffeur's wife, as she took the child
from her husband, who stood at at
tention, listening to his mistress In
structions.
And then Billie crowed That Is. It
might be called crow.
For just a moment the whole
world seemed spinning about before
Jim Whites bewildered eyes. He
rather suspected that the fat. tiny
finger clamped about the one he had
timorously thrust appeasingly toward
the arbitrary infant might have had
something to do with this astonishing
state Of affairs. As from long ways
of he heard the gurglings rise into
a penetrating wall. And then the
laugh of Mary.
HE wants to go to you, Mr. White.
I never knew him to make up with
strangers-with anyone before. He
wants you"
Jim laughed, laughed to conceal
the choking that CONSTRUCTED his
throat.
I'm afraid I'll drop him." he
laughed, even as his arms awkwardly
cupped to receive the child.
Drop him! You hold him just
like he was your own!"
Jim Whites heart almost stopped
beating, even as his arms clung
tighter to the one who had come to
lin. Perfectly satisfied, Billie was
making a closer study Of this mar