The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1915-03-23
IN The TWILIGHT
BY o DOUGLAS.

HUSKY LWllbub was Creeping SLOWLY
down among the little shops that
comprise the life of lower Granton
street. Soft shadows flung their
slanting gloom indiscriminately over
prosperity and poverty alike. So Inn
partial was the distribution of shadow
that the passerby in the little shop
ping district might not distinguish
success from failure.
Patrick Malone, in his small butcher
shop, knew, however, that he was
one Of the happy and prosperous
dealers. Even in the gathering twi-
light Patrick looked with pride on
the beef and mutton that we're al
ready displayed to lure the Satur-
day night shoppers.
But only two doors up the street
another shop accepted the coming Of
darkness as If 1t were the final
shadow in a world of gloom. Behind
the counter Nora Gaines sent a swift
glance of apprehension at her young
er sister.
I'VE have failed" she said dis
mally. "If we don't do a miraculous
trade tonight we must close up the
doors our father opened. 1t would
break his hearth he were hereto
see the little business he worked up
slipping away into bankruptcy"
you were not intended for busf-
ness, as father was" the younger
sister said with more of the brogue
in her voice than Nora Anyway,
I'll be lighting the shop before the
shadows grow deeper in your eyes,"
Nora smiled as she watched Anne
struggling to reach the lamp that
hung from the ceiling. Then she
glanced at the now lark streets.
Its strange how late every one ID
in lighting up tonight" she COM
mented.
But 1t was not in the least strange
to n who realized the frantic con-
dition that prevailed in the little
shopping district. The small traders
were in a state bordering on panic,
for the electric current had been dis
connected.
Patrick Malone did not possess so
much as a candle with which to lure
hungry mortals into his shop. Sud-
denly Patrick's eyes we're riveted on
the window of the rival butcher across
the street. In the dim light of q
single candle the man was filing q
half dozen newly purchased lamps.
Suddenly he remembered the small
shop that he had called a junk shop,
and a second later he stood outside
the store in which Nora Gaines and
her sister attempted to wait upon a
dozen ciamoring customers at once.
at must have been fathers spirit
that tempered with that electric cur
rent" Anne found time to whisper
hurriedly into Nora's ear while she
tied up the last lamp In the store
and turned out the last quart Of oil
for a customer.
Nora sent a swift smile into
Anne's eyes, then found herself gaz-
ing into the anxious face Of Patrick
Malone.
81 haven't a single lamp left" she
answered in a voice of regret to his
quick inquiry. we have plenty Of
candles-if they will do"
Patrick decided swiftly, because
two customers we're demanding illu-
mination of any kind.
Sure they WILL" he said, and II
you have candlesticks. give me .
couple of dozen"
Back in the butcher shop. he
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that he knew no more about the
patent holders he had purchased than
he did about dressmaking. So he
rushed back to Nora Gaines for in
structions.
"Tm so sorry" she said swiftly.
Il thought you knew how to fill the
holders. She glanced at Anne. Can
you take charge of the customers for
a few minutes? | will run over and
help Mr.. Malone with the lighting
up process-he is in difficulties"
Patrick watched Nora as she stood
in the glow of M candle and then on
to the next until his small shop looked
like a Christmas tree. and deep in his
mind was the conviction hat an angel
herself was Nora.
And I'll not tell you right on
what lighting-up time has brought
me-" he said with a soft light In his
blue eyes.
Copyright. 1915. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per ~Syndicate.)
An Efficiency Recipe.