The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-01-09

~ APHNE lay back, wrapped In
a rug-a cold dawn was break.
ing-and closed her eyes. The
rush and excitement Of the
three days had told upon her. She
had no clear recollection Of having
slept for any length Of time or eaten
at any definite period. She had done
work among stricken wives and moth
ers that Bolton village would never
forget. but she had not realized this.
All her head and heart were filled by
the mighty knowledge that after FIVE
years Of married life she and her hus-
band had found one another.
Meanwhile there was silence around
the pit head.
"vick," said Daphne, suddenly fear
full, go and find Mr.. Walker or some
and ask when Sir John will be up"
Mr.. Wick, who had been DOING COM
fortably at his wheel, clambered down
into the muddy road and departed as
hidden. Ten minutes later he returned
falteringly.
"Mr. Walker had just gone down the
pit again. my lady," he said. There
has been a slight explosion Of coal
dust, l was to tell you. Nothing Sc
r~ious-just a flash and a spit In a hol-
Ter place in the roof, the message said"
rs Sir John down thcre?" Cold fear
gripped Daphne's heart.
YES, my lady"
SIS he safe, do you know"
81 couldn't say, my lady," replied
Wick doggedly. I'll inquire"
He turned away, glad to escape, with
the brisk demeanor of one anxious to
investigate matters. But before he
reached the pit head the answer to all
possible inquiries came to meet him
in the form Of a slow moving process
sion carrying something in its midst.
Very gently the bearers laid the
stretcher on the grass by the roadside.
Daphne. white, silent, but composed,
stopped down and turned back the
blanket which covered her husbands
face. He lay very still. His head and
eyes were roughly bandaged. Daphne
whispered, so low that none other
could hear:
"Jack-my jack" .
His voice answered hers from amid
the bandages, faint, but imperturbably
as ever:
I'm all right, dear. Afraid it has
got me in the eyes a bit though. Take
me home, wife of mine. You will have
to lead me about with a string now"
Daphne's head sank lower still, and
she whispered almost contentedly:
"At last i can really be Of some use
to you."
Brian vereker Carr" inquiries a
voice, what time is it,"
Half past 4. sir" replies the same
voice respectfully. "In twenty min
utes"-in a more ~truculent tone-'you
will have to go upstairs and get ready
for tea. You will have to wash your
hands-and your face, too, I expect"
adds the voice bitterly.
Thus at the age Of eight does Master
Brian Vereker Carr commune with
himself-a habit acquired during an in
fancy spent in a large nursery where
there was no one else to talk to. The
necessity for this form Of duologue no
longer exists, for now a sister shares
the nursery with him-Brian lives in
dread of the day when she shall dis
cover that her manly brother not only
owned but nee rejoiced in the great
dolls house in the orner by the FIRE
place-but the habit remains. Be
sides, Miss Carr is only four years old,
and gentlemen who have worn knick-
erbockers for years find it difficult to
unbend toward their extreme juniors
to any great extent. Hence Master
Brian still confers alooHy with him
self, even in the presence of adults.
There are touches of Uncle Anthony
Cuthbert about Brian.
At present he is inadequately filling
a large armchair In front of the library
fire at Bolton. The fire is the sole
are closely drawn, for 1t is a cold win
ter evening. Brian Vereker continues
his observations, now approaching an
artistic climax.
IF you go upstairs promptly and
obediently, like a good boy, what do
you think mother will give your in
quires voice number one.
"Chocolates.' replies number two,
with an infection of tone which i'm
plies that it will be playing the game
pretty low down if mother does not.
The owner of both voices then turns
an appealing pair of brown eyes upon
Daphne, who is sitting on the other
side Of the fireplace. engaged in the
task of amusing her ~four-year-old
daughter.
well see," she replies, after the i'm
memorial practice of mother. And
suddenly" she continues to the impa-
ten auditor on her lap, Ibis furry skin
fell away and his great teeth disap-
peared and he stood up there straight
and beautiful in shining armor. He
was a fairy prince after all! Brian.
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