Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-12-03

alter In Henry's attic; but Florence
gave him to understand that the the
alter could not be.
Henry and Herbert had both
stopped speaking to Patty Fair
child, for each believed her treach'
erous to himself; but Florence now
informed Herbert that far from de.
pending on mere hearsay, she had In
her possession the confession of his
knowledge that he had ocular beauty
the ruinous bit OF writing In his w
hand and signed with his complete
name-that she had discovered the
paper where Patty had lost it and that
Ii was NOW In a cur place, aud in an
envelope upon the outside Of which
was already written, "Wallie Torbin,
Kindness of Florence A."
Herbert collapsed. So did Henry
Rooter, a little later that evening, af'
ter a telephoned conversation with
the s~lave-driyer.
The two miserable printers were
back In their places the next after
noon.
And on Saturday the new Oriole,
now in every jot and item the In.
spired organ of feminism, made its
undeniably sensational appearance.
A copy, neatly folded, was placed
In the hand of Noble Din, as he sci
forth for his place of business, after
launching at home with his mother
Florence was the person who placed
1t there-without charge. She came
hurriedly from somewhere in the
neighborhood, out of what yard on
alley he did not notice, and slipped the
little oblong sheet into his lax fingers
"Therel" she said. breathlessly.
There's a good deal about you In IL
this week, Mr.. Dill, and ! guess--1
guess" J
what, Florence?"
~ guess maybe you'll" She looked
up at him shyly; then, with 10 more
to say, turned and ran back In the di.
rection whence she had come-and
was gone Noble walked on, not al
once examining her little gift, but ear
rying 1t absently In fingers still lax at
the end of a dangling arm. There was
no life In him for anything julia was
away.
~Away-and yet the dazzling crea.
ture looked at him from sky, from
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earth, from mir looked at him with
the most poignant kindness, yet al.
ways shook her headl She had an
swered his first letter by a kind little
note, his second by a kinder and hitler
one, and his third, fourth, fifth, and
sixth by no note at nlli but by the
kindest message Through one OF her
aunts) that she was thinking about
him a great deal. And even this was
three weeks ago. Since then, from
Julia-nothing at ALL
But yesterday something a little
stimulating had happened. On the
street, downtown, he had-eome face-ta
face, momentarily with Mr.. III. /. At
water, Senior, Julia's peculiar old
father; and for the first time In Mo-
bie's life this Mr.. Atwater nodded to
him pleasantly. Noble went on his
way, elated: Was there not something
almost fatherly In this strange greet
ing? There had been an easement OF
the pain of absence; and he glowed
with thoughts Of Mr.. Atwater.
The glow faded somewhat from
Noble when he reached a telephone /:
he called up his mother. end she said
there was nc recent news of Julia
current In the Atwater family connec-
ton that she could hear of: none Of
them had word hat she was coming
home. However, Noble did not de-
scend ali the way Into the cellar OF
his soul some Of his glow remained
and kept him a little more cheerful
than he had been for several weeks.
The kind greeting of JulIa's father
had stirred his imagination. An event
so singular might be interpreted In
the happiest way: What had Julia
written her father, to change him so
toward Noble? And Noble was still
dreamily interpreting as he walked
down the street with the North End
Daily Oriole Idle In an Idle hand.