Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1924-01-18

ii thing of its kind that pen had eve
III written. Webster had received one o
III two heated epistles from the sex II
his time-your man of gallantry ca4
hardly hope to escape these unpleas
III mark quite so swiftly, and with quite
so much frigid violence as this.
Thanks" said Sam, mechanically.
mot at all, sir. You are very well
come.
Sam resumed his reading. A cold
perspiration broke out on his fore
head His toes curled, and something
: seemed to be crawling down the small
;, of his back. His heart had moved
from its proper place and was now
beating in his throat. He swallowed
once or twice to remove the obstruc-
ton. but without success. kind of
/, pail had descended on the landscape,
blotting out the sun.
OF all the rotten sensations in this
world, the worst is the realization
that a thousand-to-one chance has
come off, and caused our wrong-doing
to be detected. There had seemed no
possibility of that little ruse of his be-
ing discovered, and yet here was Billie
in full possession of the facts. 1t al
most made the thing worse that she
did not say how she had come into
possession of them. This gave Sam
that feeling of self-pity, that sense of
having been ill-used by fate, which
makes the bringing home of crime so
particularly poignant.
Zine day." he muttered. He had
a sort of subconscious feeling that it
was imperative to keep engaging Web
ster in light conversation.
Yes, sir. Weather still keeps up,"
agreed the valet suayely.
Sam frowned over the note. He felt
injured. Sending a fellow notes didn't
give him a chance If she had come
In person and denounced him it would
not nave been an agreeable experience,
but at least it would have been DOS
slble then to have pleaded and cajoled
and-and all that sort of thing. But
what could he do now? 1t seemed to
MIN that his only possible course was :
TO write note in reply, begging her G
TO see him. He explored his pockets ]
and found pencil and a scrap of pa l.
per- For some moments he scribbled 7
desperately. Then he folded the note. T
VIII you take this to Miss Bennett
ne said, holding it out. .
Webster took the missive. because C
lie wanted TO read 1t later at his t.
eisure; but he shook his head. 81
Useless, fear, SIR" he said graveIy.
What do you mean?" re
L am afraid it would effect little m
r nothing, sir, sending our Miss B. HI
otes. She is not in the proper frame p
mind to appreciate them. saw is
er race when she handed me the let
n you have just read, and 1 assure W
ou, sir, she is not in a malleable
ood." d.
You seem to know lot about !" OF
Il have studied the sex, sir" said K
'ebSter modestly
Il mean, about my business, con-
und it You seem to know all about
I" TT
why, yes sir, think may say that "
have grasped the position of affairs. II
nd, If you will permit me to say so. CO
r, you have my respectful sympathy.> cl
Dignity is a sensitive plant which be
'urishes only under the fairest condi- la
ons. Sans had persisted in the bleak M
st wind of Billie's note In other re
rcumstances he might have resented isl
is Intrusion of a stranger into his lie;
ost Intimate concerns. His onlv =
notion now, was one of dull but dis
act gratitude. The four winds Of
aven blew chilly upon his raw and
protected soul, and he wanted TO
zap 1t up in a mantle of sympathy
reless of the source from which he
rrowed that mantle. If Webster the
let. felt disposed, as he seemed to
dicate, to comfort him, let the thino
on. AT that moment Sam would
We accepted condolences from
nj HEAVIER.
Il was reading a story-one of tba
'segay Novelties; l do not know ~
u are familiar with the series. sir9
winch much the same situation or
rred 1t was entitled Cupid or Mann
nj The heroine, Lady Blanche IRE
sis, forced by her parents to wed a
althy sutton, dispatches a note IN
humble lover, informing him If
lnot be. | believe it often hannens
e that sir
cure all wrong" said Sam. .'Its
that at ALL"
indeed, sir? l supposed it was"
Nothing like it, IL"
'am dignity. on its death-bed. made
ast enort to assert itself
! don't know what it's got To do
h YOU"
Precisely. sir" said Webster with
nifty "Jusr as you sayl Good ar
lO0n. sir"
fro BE coNTINUED.)
Thorn Tree Cure for Ills.