The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1915-04-02

inma Saxon TREMENDOUSLY pressed
kward against the partition of her
plOyer's private office and steadied
suddenly throbbing palms on the
l glass.
.eyond the partition, in the work
m Of Miss Gardeners typewriting
ncy. the girls had closed their MA
e for the day. They chatted soft
and gayly while they adjusted in
dible bats over miraculous coiffures
N the Iavatory drifted the faint,
q odor Of perfumed soap.
the name-did you say the maine
Mrs. Franklin Trent?" faltercd
ma.
les. yes" Miss Gardner replied
o her desk. You must have no
q the name in the newspapers.
$ Mrs. Franklin Trent needs anoth,
ocial secretary for awhile. She will
you at &. The house is on Fifth
nue., and here's the address and
II stage fare
mma's slender fingers shook a lit
when she picked up the coin and
card. and Miss Gardner froWned
%Jatiently.
Now, for heavens sake. Emma.
t get rattled!'
But, If you please. Miss Gardner,
tt won'd rather not 60"
What do you think | pay you forY'
pped Miss Gardner. You bet you'll
or else
Very well. III be there at g." muir
red Emma Saxon.
| guess | made no mistake In send
Saxon on this job" remarked Miss
Tner to her blOtting pad. IF all
hear about Franklin Trent is true
wife wouldn't be keen about hav-
any chatty young piece Of dress
de- around the house. Poor old EN-
3 over forty and the best hand In
shop at that"
NINA sided into the elevator. pack.
at this hour with noisy clerks and
CLING stenOgraphers. She had work
In Miss Gardeners agency for half
ear. but she had made no acquaint.
es elsewhere in the building. Her
!, tired face, with its pathetic traces
,ormer beauty. somehow kept people
% her.
roadway was aglow and flashing.
ma glanced ut an illuminated clock
knotted her coin thriftily in a
,dkerchef. The pavement was
shy with melted snow. and her
IS worn. but 10 cents meant
reakfast. and she had time enough
salk.
inally q cross town street led her
Mrs. Franklin Trent's magnificent
Y house on the avenue. Emma had
'er identified it before. The ornate
Mt Of the stone mansion, a tumble
costly carving, was an architectural
e, but Emma did not seem to be
used. Her lips shivered strangely
she climbed the broad steps.
or the house would have been heI
u If she in her fathers orchard
,nty years ago had whispered Il
8" instead of a no to young
INK Trent on the night when he left
ir Connecticut village to seek his
tune In the western copper mines.
liveried fOOtman swung the heavy
rand surveyed Emma Saxon briefly
If you please, IL have an appoint
1T here at IT," said she. and offered
IS Gardeners card.
Other entrance" said the fOOtman.
ut q trim lady's maid now appear
from behind u pillar.
One minute. Mr.. Hibbs,' she inter-
ed. scanning the card. Madam
ects a-Oh, yes! ! will bring her to
dam. 1t will be quicker So
he maid crossed the lofty hall, and
ina followed. with shoulders bent.
If the luxury of the house Cypress
them like a burden. MIR. Hibbs
vned. examining his finger nails.
t a door near the head of the stair
e Emma's guide pressed the con-
led knob of an electric annunciatOr.
'econd maid opened the door silent
placed the card on a silver tray and
Emma waiting behind a half
wn portiere of rosy silk.
eyond the curtain was an octagonaI
m paneled in rose Du Barry bro
e. The furniture vas covered with
,elin tapestry. and on Il couch re.
ed a lady whose flowing gown had
color and sheen of morning cob
- in a dewy garden. Another wo-
q, s0berly dressed in brown. sat at
larqueterie desk, but Emma looked
? at the lady on the couch. Never
she looked at such a beautiful
AZURE.
Madam will receive you" said the
ID.
ts that Mrs. Trenton the solar
ped Emma.
Of course" breathed the servant,
b much disdain.
NINA advanced into the room. The
raised her graceful. tawny haired
d from the heap Of pillows. and her
se was kind and musical.
This Is Miss SaxonY'
Nv name IA Saxon. ma'am. an