American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1915-01-14

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shall | play something for your
she said.
Please"
He drew 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 surprisingly
| scholarly fashion. He had expected
the usua! schoolgirl choice and execu.
ton; "Titania,' the Moonlight So.
nata" (Which not half a dozen great
pianists have ever played correctly.
Monastery Bells" and the like. He
bad prepared to make a martyr of
himself; instead, he was distinctly
n 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 &
standing joke at school.
Il have never played it. 1t may
however, be in the music cabinet
Would you like to hear it?" mis-
c~hievously.
Heaven %forfend!" he murmureds
raising his hands.
All the while the letter burned
against her heart, and the smile on
her face and the gayety on her tongue
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 ! shake my head?' Her heart
iuttered wildly. 81 was not conscious
of IT,"
Are you going to keep your prom
ise?"
What promise"
Never to leave this house without
Jones or myself being with YOU"
Il couldn't If | wanted to. I'll wa
ger Jones is out there in the hall
this minute. | know: 1t is all for
my sake. But II bothers me-"
Jones was indeed in the hall, and
when he sensed the petulance in her
voice his shoulders sank d%espondently
and he sighed deeply If silently.
At n quarter to eight Florence, being
alone for a minute. set fire to a veil
and stuffed II down the register.
Jones" she called e~xcitedly, 81
smell something burning!"
Jones dashed into the room, smiled.
and dashed u again, heading for the
cellar door. His first thought was
naturally that the devils incarnate had
set fire To the house. When he re-
turned, having, of course, discovered
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 seemed incredible
to the bewildered Susan's eyes. Ont
into the street. up and down which
he looked. Far away he discovered a
dwindling taxicab. The child a
zone.
In the house Susan was answering
the telephone. talking incoherently.
Who is it?" Jones whispered, his
lips white and dry.
The princess. =" began Susan.
He took the receiver from her
roughly.
Hello. who is IT,"
This is Olga Perigor. Is Florence
there?"
NO. madam. she has just stepped
out for a moment. Shall | tell her
TO call you when she returns?"
Yes, please. ! want her and Su.
san and Mr.. Norton TO come to tea
tomorrow. G%ood.by."
Jones hung up the receiver. sank
n chair near by and buried his
face in his hands.
What is it," cried Susan. terrified
by the haggardness of his face.
She's gonei MY God. those
wretches have got her' They've got
Florence was whirled away AT top
speed. Her father! She was actually
ON the way to her father, whom she
had always loved in dreams. vet never
seen.
Number rs Grove street was not an
place. but when she ar
she was too highly keyed to
note of it's sordidness. She was
out of breath when she reached
the door of the third fiat. She Knocked
timidly. The door was instantly
by . man who wore a black
mask. She would have turned then
and there and nown but for the swift
she had OF q welldressed man
at a table. He lay with his head upon
his arms. NV 49, '7r YES ri,f
"Father!" she whispered.
The man raised his careworn face,
very we'll done that only the closest
srrufiuY would have hatrSvad -. I