The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1915-03-16
THE FORGOTTEN WORD
BY VICTOR RADCLIFFE.

Sdhic hAOuSh a IAuJ STU III q uoOi
that seemed 10 guard a lodge room.
or some like secret place of convoca-
ton. The embarrassed response was
from Prof. Achilles Dabney, savant
and student of antiquity.
'I-how awkward You see-dear
me! how could forget so readily? I
have lost the word"
Snap! went the jealousy guarded
slot cover, but the professor beat has
tily and peremptorily on the door,
and, to him, the evil eye again APP
peared at the orifice.
Il have come nearly five hundred
miles" fiuttered the professor excited
ly and with eagerness Il am Professor
Achilles Dabney. Surely. you have
heard of me? | am deeply interested
in the discovery of the great connect
ing link your illustrious society has
on exhibition"
Sorry, sir, but only to members
Of the Anthropological Assembly, or
those accredited by some officer of the
same, is admission granted, provided
they nave the password.
Professor Dabney groaned audibly
as he left the place. All his thoughts
were bent upon devising some way of
getting in among the scientists. He
racked his brain for a suggestion of
some method of encompassing the
great desire of his heart. In his alb
straction, crossing a crowded thor.
oughfare, he Jumped two feet up into
the air at the sharply yelled words
Hi, there-out of the way"
Mercy mel" gasped the professor.
as the Transfers horses nearly bore
him down.
Look out!" came a second startling
injunction, and the professor faced the
new dilemma of a speeding automo-
bile coming from the other direction.
Directly in front of him was a lit
tie girl about nine years of age. She
was directly in the course of the on
coming machine. The professor was
not only a scientist but a true hui
manitarian. He made a dash for the
child. Just in time he pushed her out
of the way of the crushing wheels of
the auto, was knocked aside himself
by the edge of the machine, and
reached the curb, where a policeman
was trying to sooth the crying, fright
ened child,
you are a good, grand mani"
his hand. SISTER will never forget
you, any more than | will. Oh, YOU
must come with me and let her thank
youi She would never forgive me If
| let you go!"
So, in his meek, accommodating
fashion, the professor allowed the lit
tie one to lead him along the street,
followed by the approving and admir-
ing smiles of the crowd. She finally
paused at a small fiat building. went
up to its top story and pushed open
a door, with the excited words:
ooh. sister, dear! I've had such a
time, and only for this gentleman you
would never have seer me again."
A lovely young girl arose from some
fancywork in which she was engaged,
paling at the hurried story of the lit
tie one, and then beaming her graft
tude and interest upon the bashful
and confused visitor.
The tired scientist glanced about
the bright, CHEEKY room. His gracious
reception had warmed his heart. All
his wealth and prestige, his lonely,
selfish life faded into nothingness be-
fore the intensely human and inspir-
ing influences of this neat little home
nest. The little one insisted on his
staying to lunch.
He o to go, after the happiest
hour of his life, and he thrilled as
the hand of Miss Weston rested In
his own at parting.
"Oh, Sister Rhoda! make him prom
Use he will come to see us again"
began little Idaline, and then she
paused, dismayed, for the professor
had made an extraordinary demonstra-
ton.
"The lost world" he fairly shouted.
quivered all over with excitement, and.
seizing his hat, fairly rushed from the
place.
1t was just at dusk when there came
a knock at the door of the little fiat.
Rhoda Weston looked glad and pleased
as h welcomed the professor. He
seemed supremacy happy.
Il had to come back to apologize
for my rude departure" he exclaimed,
but you see that name, your name.
Rhoda, by a strange coincidence. hap
pened to be the password at that sci
entific assembly | told you about"
why, am very glad to know that
your great desire was met" said
Rhoda.
Tell me some more about those
cunning little red ants" pleaded Ida
line. climbing into his lap.
Why Professor Dabney fingered in
the city, now that his mission was
accomplished. he could not himself
exactly analyze. But he did stay, and
every evening he visited the little
fiat