The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1922-04-28
THE RING
BY AGNES G. 6RoGAN

Young man took place beside her.
Its a great view," ne said. and as
he tapped his boot, ring slipped from
its place on his finger, TO roll giinting
down the road. The young mar
jumped after his treasure and re-
turned, breathing IA sigh of relief.
II must be careful" he told the
girl. land see that does not happen
again: my fingers growing thinner
your fault. probably" He cast a side
glance at her.
Nance leaned forward to examine
the ring. Bruce Manners bent his I'M
covered head until his dark hair
brushed hers.
yes" he explained, unusual ana
significant. The sapphire Is set IKE
! an eye in a band of enamel-edged goid.
| Inside is the motto, i See The ring
| was given to me by a wealthy cap
italist, who happened to be lifelong
friend of my father. This man never
made a deal, or serious venture With
| out first consulting the eye Tor l's
vision of success. The ring had beeh
given to him by an East Indian mer-
chant, who earnestly believed in It's
clalrvoyant power"
But" asked Nance, smiling, now
does the mystic eye make known It's
reading?"
Bruce gazed quizzically out across
the meadows.
in strangely, unexpected man
nar" he replied, land its directing Is
, unmlstakable."
, you" Nance asked amusedly, nave
sought its advice"
The young man nodded. Many
times
J. She slipped down from the wall.
81 am going home" She declared
i Iaughingly: you make me feel eerie.
t He led her. his strong Drowned hand
u beneath her arm his admiring eyes on
1t her rose-fiushed cheeks.
e Inside the home living room Nance :
s. family greeted her. Aunt Phronsie's
N face wore frown, and pale-faced
Lille Ray, after one quick glance al
Nances glowing cheeks, left the room
C. Even mothers smile was strained
IL fieeting.
Of "Mv dear" began Aunt Phronsie
n haven't you admirers enough OF YOU
IT, own, that you must make conquest
i'll of Lilies hero, alsoT
la Lille Ray" mother gently remlnd
o. ed. lis very frail, Nance; disappoint
le- ment might go hard with her"
re- The brown dress she wore was no
ng as becoming as usual, Bruce Manner
ve thought. when Nance met him late
he at the door.
"You said once" Nance hurriedi
hogan. that you would like to prov
your friendship for me, by some II
nv yor. I'm asking the favor now, Bruc
nv VIII YOU let me take your ring Z
sir night? I want 1t to advise me-
Certainly" the young man agreed
SUI rhut the ring sees for It's owner alon
,u'- Nance-Rose. To him only 1t give
sign"
per "Still I'd like to take It, she pc
eid sisted She looked back at him,
net enigmatlc smile curving her lips
for sunnose." she Knocked. this uncanl
eat ring will one day direct you to G
YER woman you are to marryf'
the Bruce Manners spoke seriously.
am sure" he said, that the sapphire
eve. then, will not be more blue tn
way her own"
ave Lille Ray was In the living roe
eral olaying the piano, the last log dyl
and in the fireplace.
Ida ''These spring evenings, she co
ects planned, ARE so chill. can't WI
ieth outside. You and Bruce will walk
the suppose"
Nance hastily ended the frall gil
fears.
laho NO" she replied, I'm going
has stairs TO write. Bruce VIII come
Fra here. Lille, want you to Do sol
head thing for me. Put this ring or
irac. or your finger for safe keeping, Z
rpc. when Bruce comes in give II 10 h
,,,y Here YOU might sing a song. l.
.ton You. Dear that's pretty. Then 6
ole him the ring
,,a "My. it Is beautiful" she
!, r claimed.
Nance sank down on the floor OF
own room to rest her face aga
Don's loving head.
'S' Just about now" she murmu
Lille is looking up from her
''e into Bruce's face-she is giving
the ring--the clairVoyhnt ring.
Az Bruce Will know it's sign, l
MIS- How could II be other than a slgf
Ilsh the woman he is TO marry
merit When Nance could bear II no Ion
ards' she crept down the stairs. Lille
nerce not in the living room. Bruce
ssors there poking about the dead hre
gyms n stick. Surprised into action NJ
crossed TO his side. His radiant $
greeted her; breathlessly She wait'
Sioru. well. Nance Rose" he said se'
aeau ly. "you trusted "A poor messen
sus- the listless Lille, tossing my rim
the me. tossed It into the fire by mist
!. And when I said damn. she II
nantly dlsgustedly departed
4 the Weakly. remorsefully, Nance dro
Cross into chair Then sudden
; ago CLEAN shot into the air to drop
bs-les into her outstretched palm.