The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1921-12-21

ater in Henry's attic; but Florene
gave him to understand that the thu
ater could not be.
Henry and Herbert had bot
stopped speaking" to Patty Fall
child, for each believed her treacf
erous to himself; but Florence nov
Informed Herbert that far from de
pending on mere hearsay. she had II
her possession the confession Of hi
knowledge that he had ocular beaut.
the ruinous bit of writing in his owl
hand and signed with his complete
name-that she had discovered thu
paper where Patty had lost 1t; and tina
1t was now In secure place, aud in al
envelope upon the outside Of whicl
was already written, "Wallle Torbin
Kindness of Florence A."
Herbert collapsed. So did Henry
Rooter, little later that evening, af
ter a telephoned conversation with
the slave-driver.
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 Dill, as he sci
forth for his place Of business, after
lunching at home with his mother
Florence was the person who placed
it there-without charge. She came
hurriedly from somewhere in the
neighborhoOd, out Of what yard OF
alley he did not notice, and slipped the
little oblong sheet into his lax fingers
'There!" she said, breathlessly
"There's good deal about you in It.
this week, Mr.. Dill, and I guess.-l
guess"
"What, Florence?"
Il guess maybe you'll" She looked
up at him shyly; then, with no more
to say, turned and ran back in the di.
rection whence she had come-and
was gone. Noble walked on, not at
once examining her little gift, but car.
rying 1t absently in fingers still lax at
the end Of 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
earth, from air; looked at him with
the most poignant kindness, yet al.
ways shook her head! She had an.
swered his first letter by kind little
note, his second by kinder and hitler
one. and his third, fourth, fifth, and
sixth by no note at all; but by the
klndest 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 come face to
face, momentarily with Mr.. H. 1. At.
water, Senior, Julia's peculiar old
father; and for the first time in No.
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 telephone:
ne called up his mother. and she said
here was no recent news of Julia
current in the Atwater family connec.
ion that she could hear Of: none of
hem had word that she was coming
ZONE. However, Noble did not de-
'cend all the way into the cellar of
lis soul; some Of his glow remained
md kept him little more cheerful
han he had been for several weeks.
The kind greeting of Julia's father
lad stirred his Imagination. An event
% singular might be interpreted in
he happiest way: What had julia
written her father, to change him so
oward Noble? And Noble was still
lreamily interpreting as he walked
own the street with the North End
Daily Oriole idle in an idle hand,