The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-12-14
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she cried, "that's the third daddy that
kids had tonight. He's well supplied
I'll say"
Wilson scarcely heard her jeering
voice. Strangely and queerly and sud.
denly he was touched by the grasp OF
the tiny arms and the drowsy murmur
of the childish voice. 1t was only q
second b fb
"Good-by, Pop" cried Nina, and
again Wilson stood alone In front OF
the gray old house.
Doris was scarcely conscious of the
closing of the library door behind the
departing Nina. Minutes passed, she
never knew how many. All her facul.
ties seemed paralyzed. But the mood
altered, when 1t did alter, swiftly. Sud-
denly her brain was on fire. Action
action-that was it'll Something must
be done She turned again to sum-
mon the butler. She would send for
Wilson, and between them they would
get to work. Even at this moment
Stanley might be lying almost at the
door, dead or dyingi Her hand was
on the door when she felt q presence
In the room. Frozen into immObility
she stood. unable to stir. A voice
spoke.
"Well, Doris" It said quite cheer.
fully, 81 thought you had gone to bed n
Slowly she turned. Across the
room, just within the open French
window, Stanley was standing. Speech.
less, she stared. He came to her,
smiling.
whats the matter?" he said.
Then she found her voice. "Jim-
Jim-Jiml Is it really your"
"Of course, why not?" he spoke
lightly.
With a cry she threw herself into
his arms, sobbing Historically. He did
not try to stop her. He understood
perfectly the strain through which she
had been passing. But presently, when
her sobs grew less hysterical he MUIR
INJURED, "Doris, Doris, my darling.
| Don't-don't cry-it's all right. Oh,
It's been too much for you. hasn't it2
But it's all right now. See, here
am; I'm all right. Look at me-"
Still she clutched him tightly, so
that he held her close and said no
more. At last she drew away and
murmured, But we've thought you
were dead"
'Dead?"
'Why yes-yes-all of us-the
Swami and everybody"
With a click of the latch the door
opened behind her. The Swami stood
there. She turned and saw him.
| Quickly she ran to him, seized his hand
and cried:
"Oh, sir, he isn't dead at all-Jim's
not dead-here he iS?'
The Swami bent his calm, benignant
gaze upon her and said, And why
not?"
"What? You knew 1t all the timer
she cried.
"Knew what?" was the calm In
quiry.
"Why, that Jim wasn't dead at all?"
The Swami knitted his brows. II
do not understand, madame?"
"You don't understand? Why, when
you left here five minutes ago you
said-you said"
| The Swami raised his hand. 81 fear
there is some mistake. I have not seen
madame since noon"
"What?" she cried, falling back In
amazement.
81 have been in my room absorbed
in meditation for many hours. By.
and-by, little while ago, hear
strange sounds about the house.
open my door. The house is alight. 1t
is long past midnight, so l come to
see what it might be-"
The violet eyes stared more widely
than ever before. "You haven't seen
me since noon?" she cried.
mo, madame-not since the noon
meal"
"And you haven't been in the room
for the last hour? How about the
| pistol, the blood stain on the rug, the
| strange dark woman and her child
How about them?"
swat, my friend" replied the
| -" III puHLlCu NOiNOp hC
turned to Stanley: SIS madame quite
herself"
81 think So" answered Stanley with
a smile.
"But | do not understand one word
| of what she says"
Madame has had trying expert
ence, but she will be quite all right
| after a nights sleep, | am sure"
"Ah, and all else is welll' inquired
the Hindu.
"Oh very; never was better"
'Then perhaps will retire"
The Swami moved to the door.
Goodnight, my friend; Madame, good
night" Silently he was gone.
Jim turned again to Doris. She
looked at him with something Of q
| glare. "Jim, Jim, am l going mad?"
| she cried.
Through the door behind the desk
came Wilson at this moment. Hud-
died in his arm he carried bundle of
| clothes.
Stanley grinned at him frankly,
swell. Frank, it was great sue
cess, eh?"
Immense" said Wilson, grinning
| back.
"Ten thousand thanks!"
"That's all right, sir" returned vii.
son easily, but his face was still dead
white. "What do you want me to do
with these things?"
"Eh"
"YOur Hindu costume, sir"
81 don't care-I'm through with
Them"
"In that case think I'll 60 to bed.
sir-Im q little tired"