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H Bummer Storm* By A. M. DAVIES OGDEN. Copyrighted, KOI, by Bmmt flprog —l The afternoon sunshine rippled ac r oss the lake, burnishing the wares to gold and bringing out soft glints In Mar garet Alteton's hair. The glrfs eyes gazed dreamily over the water. Her hands—drm, capable little bands—were clasped loosely behind her head as she leaned back In the rustic chair. The dear, delicately penciled features, the pliant figure relaxed to a happy aban don—all breathed a rare atmosphere of refinement and charm. Mrs. Rtfshwell, looking critically at her, wondered for the thousandth time why Margaret had never married. They were seated In one of the pret ty piazza crowned boathouses which decorate the Adirondack shores. Mar garet had been reading aloud while the other sewed. Mrs. Rushwell carefully threaded her needle. "It baa been so lovely to have yon all to myself this way, Margaret," she said sincerely. "I almost wish Ned was not bringing up all that mob to night" A glint of laughter flickered tat the girl's eyes. " And who all are coming?" she queried idly. She knew Mary's social tastes—Mary, who was never so happy as when entertaining a roomful. For herself, the fresh, cool breese, the fringe of green edging, the sparkling Mt of blue, the distant glimpses of purple mountains—these filled her with an unspeakable sense of peace and comfort She did not think that tbs people would bother her greatly! Mrs. Rushwell reflected. "Well, there are Susie Hoyt and Billy Morris and Jim Blackwell and—and— oh, yes, you remember Townsend Las siter. He is just returned from Chile, where I believe he was tbs most (popu lar minister ever sent there from 'Washington. And Helen dl Herrera arrives too. She Is a sort of ward of his, I believe. He knew her parents Intimately, and when they both died he rather took charge of the girl and has just brought her up to her moth er's people. She was an American. The girl Is awfully young, only sev enteen, but they develop eariy In tboee countries. So when I asked) him I In vited her too. He brought 'her to see me Just before 1 left town, send In spite of his being so much older I believe he Is going to marry her. It's quite a romantic story, Isn't It?" "Very," murmured Margaret. She had grown a trifle paler, but \ that might have been attributable to the heat The breeze was going down with the sun. Her manner was quite unruffled." "I remember Mr. Lassiter very well,' she said quietly. "It will be pleasant to meet him again. But as she dressed for dinner that evening Margaret found herself using even more than her usual dainty care. When she had finished the girl lifted the hand glass and surveyed herself carefully. A little sigh fluttered be tween her parted Ups. She was sdll ■Hm and straight and tall, but the thoughtful mouth had a tired curve, and the soft hair showed s patch of silver. "And he Is engaged to a girl of sev enteen," she reflected rather wistfully. "Will he think me very changed, 1 wonder?" Then with a sudden change of mood she blew out the candle and smiled. "He has probably forgotten the whole episode ages since," she de * elded. "Don't be a goose, Margaret Evoking ghosts Is a foolish pas time." But despite her philosophy Margaret was conscious of a quick throb of In terest as Townsend Lassiter came for ward to greet her. He at least had not changed, or If he had It was but to Improve, conceded Margaret The straight, thick hair on his temples was touched with gray; the pleasant frank eyes had a serious look In them. But the old flashing smile was there. Mar garet experienced a sudden sense of relief. There was no hint of awkward ness In his manner. The note of cor . iitei greeting to an old friend was ex actly right. Then he turned. "I want you to meet Miss dl Her irera," be said. During dinner Margaret looked at the little South American. She seem ed a mere child, with her great dark, velvety eyes and sensitive, quivering month. And Townsend Lassiter cared for her. He treated her with a grave, careful tenderness that considered her every want Vet all at once Margaret was conscious of a sudden, swelling sympathy for the ahy. half frightened little thing. She seemed so young, so helpless. Aa they all rose to leave the dining room Margaret spoke to her tn kindly, halting Spanish. The small face lighted np, the soft olive cheeks flushed duskily, as the girl stammered some grateful reply. Margaret was almost startled at tbs loveliness of •child, and young Morris, close bahtod. caught bis breath. The bones party had been Invited for two week*, but hardly three days lad passed before Mrs. Rushwell be xan dimly to surmise something wrong To all appearance her guests were well chosen and congenial, but some subtle sixth sense made her aware of a strain, a tension, carefully hidden, bat acutely present. She fell to watching, bat conclusions baffled her. The little Booth American girl, her eyee wider and darker than ever, clung to Mar garet with an almost pass io nate devo tion. The Morris boy moped. Mar garet in a mood difficult at aariyato. enveloped herself In a wayward bril liancy Impossible to penetrate. Once studying with curious eyee his little i. What was the matter with all. wondered Mrs. RuahsreU. Was Lassiter jealous? There could be nothing serious la the Morris boy's at tentions. It was the last night of their stay. All day heavy clouds had been ptHng np hi the west threatening masses of violet The sun had sunk below the horlaon in a sullen blaze of dull red. The stillness and the heat were in tense. Margaret restless and wea ried, had slipped outside, seeking a ref uge, a breath among the stately pines. Above her bead they murmured In endless cadence, musical and mysteri ous. But to her troubled mind the tran quillity of the woods brought no peace. As yet the pain was too fresh for na ture's assuagement. And twisted through the tangle of her own per aistent thoughts ran a teasing little question of Belen's. Before dlnuer the girl had come to her room. The cm mellla-like face was pale; the dusky eyas had an odd look of suffering. She had picked up Margaret's silver hand glass and stood balancing It absently. "Mr. Townsend, he to a very great man. Is he not?" She had put the question wistfully, and Margaret had answered yee. "It—it to strange that be can care for one—one so young, so Ignorant, so un trained," faltered the young voice. "Do you—do you think he really ( really?" The big eyes had searched Margaret's face with an eager, almost a supplicating intensity. For a moment Margaret's heart had almost stopped its besting. What could the child mean? Then she had forced herself to calmness. I know he does," she had an swered steadily. "He cares very much." But the question lingered in Marga ret's mind, touched to a poignant sig nlflcanoe by the memory of that small white face. Of what was the child thinking? Whence came the hidden feeling which prompted the query? Margaret, despite the close atmos phere, shivered. Why bad Lassiter re turned and why, oh, why, had he come here to destroy, this time forever, the peace of mind which Margaret had be lieved so secure at last? And this poor child who loved her! Involuntarily Margaret wruqg her hands. How hard, how complicated, was life! But thank Heaven, tomorrow they would all separate. After tomorrow she need see him no more. There was a step'behind her on the soft carpet of fallen needles—a quick, firm tread coming hurriedly down the path. Margaret turned. It was dusky under the thick sheltering boughs, but she recognized at once that it was Las siter. At sight of the white figure be fore him the man started. "Margaret!" he ejaculated sharply "Margaret!" But he caught himself at once. "I beg yeur pardon," he smiled. "You looked almost like ghost there among the trees. I am on my way to the boathouse," explaining easily. "Belen and young Morris are on the lake, and It looks so like storm." "Come," she said quickly, it had grown very dark. The sultry air was breathless. Not a sigh stirred the branches above. The slippery, over grown path was difficult to find, but Margaret sped uuheedlugly on. That little frail canoe out on the tumbling waters! Ob, why was the boathouse so far? And then all at once a gnarled old root thrust boldly out caught ber foot Sbe tripped, stumbled, and the next instant she bad fallen Into Las siter's arms. I pe ^ _ It was only for one brief fraction of time, one half anguished moment dar ing which the man, hto stern self con troi Shaken, bad gathered ber close. Then Margaret broke from him. "Betear she gasped. The I around Lassiter's mouth whitened. "I know " he said. "I know." But despite hto effort at self mastery the emotion roused was not to be so easily leashed. The bitterness of years surged to the surface. "Margaret r be cried. "Oh, Marga ret why did you send me away?" "I—I didn't know," murmured the woman unsteadily. "I—I thought didn't care, and then It was too late— you had gone. But—but you are happy nsw," sbe urged. "Belen"— "Belen to a child," said Lassiter quietly. "When she was left so alone with only me for guardian there seem ed nothing else to do. I shall try make her a good husband. But you, Margaret"—hto voice suddenly dropped to an unconscious entreaty—"Marga Then out of the gloom a voice echoed clearly across the water. "No, no," It sobbed, and both man «iwi woman, stopping suddenly, recog nised the voice as Belen's. ''You mustn't talk so. I cant marry Oh. I can t! He love# me. Mtos Alston ' K " *'*" " r ' MM eays so And be has been too good to me. I must not break bis heart, but I love Billy." Across the murky darkness leaped a white flash of fire. A tremendous crashing peal seemed to spilt the very heavens, and then suddenly the rain, at last came pouring down. the---- , „ . . . . _ i coot cleansing, rerlvlfytagbrtngtoga grateful frerime* to- the tolrsty ground, restored equUlbriom to the surcharged ,tmospberv Lrest drops pattered on the pine " garet. be r ryes wet bapp^ ^ not conscious of the pelting rain, tor In that second when lake and woods had stood distinct and clear, silhouet ted against that unearthly brilliance. In that Instant of vision had been re vealed the picture of a man and a ■ picture old when time was young—Billy Morris kissing Belen "Margaret!" cried Lassiter boaraely. "Oh. Margaret, you saw. you heard! Baton la going to marry Billy Morris, and you—you are going to marry me, aren't you, Margaret?" aa ahe lifted Having visited my ratals at Pa Isay, started back with a packs gs of MBs ag to * 2 . 000 , which I was la h of a harry to count Hap pily tor ma» the 830 ex pr ess tor Paris waa lata arriving, and I bad dm to brio a compartment that I waa empty. A lady, however, was there before ta the corner to Che right Thts was not only young, bat very ty, elegant and dressed In perfect a Presently sbe took np a paper folded on ber lap and began to read. Meanwhile we were rapidly ap proaching the station of Mateo— I.<a fltte, when all at ones the nodes struck me to read again soma letters I had about me and that I had only glanced at In the burry of my morn ing departure m A TUNNEL. put my band In my pocket then and drew out in a loose heap tbs ban die of papers and letters and *~~j them my pocketbook. I took up the pocketbook, therefore drew out the notes and In the absolute security of that narrow, shut in car riage counted them slowly, compla cently. without the slightest fear of being spied on. With my accustomed carelessness in everything I did I laid the pocketbook down on the seat be side me, along with the handful of tet ters that I proposed to read. A sharp rattle of Iron made me look up brusquely. Waa It reaDy possible we were already passing A an lores? The young woman, too, had b drawn by tbe notoe from her Immobil ity. She folded up ber paper, drew off her glove. Bat now the shadow of tbe great wall of tbe Ratignolles waa falling in to tbe wagon, already gray with tbe coming twilight, and I aaw that the lantern was not lighted. A moment more and we rushed Into the Amiens tunnel. Immediately I waa conscious of slight rustling sound, almost Impercep tible in that fracaa of rattling Iron, sort of light nibbing or scratching air ong the papers lying on the seat be side me. Abaentmlnded as I am, there were a hundred chances to one against my no ticing so slight a thing. Nevertheless, be It a supernatural warning or latent suspicion. I Instantly thought of my pocketbook, and Instantly, too, with out reflection, I threw myself forward, my two hands spread out wide upon my scattered papers, and leaned heavi ly upon them. My heart gave one great plunge and seemed to stop beating, for I felt at once under those sheets of paper that I had seized upon something—some thing that, like a hear In a trap, sought to be free, writhing, straggling, claw tng, twisting. Just then the train whistled again, whistle of distress, of Inquiry maybe, relaxed Its speed and came to a stop tn the black night of the tunnel, and there In that pitchy darkness, for some seconds at least I lived through the crisis of a veritable nightmare. How long It went on I never knew— never will know—but presently that after doubling Itself with the vain but tortured toes legs of a captive servant—that hand-crushed ra leealy under my own two palate, grew still and stirred no more, like a thing that ta dead And all this while I saw nothing, beard nothing, not even a sighing breath from tbe owner of that hand, though I perfectly comprehended that to whom the hand belonged wna simply crafty; that abe waa biding bar Him merely; that In that black obscuri ty even she eyed me treacheraoaty. At last tbe train began to more aa once more. The relief experienced as It started was so great that Involun tarily my entire being seem ed to relax from Its strain. She was watching for exactly that moment, for instantly that band was stirring again, struggling again to ha free, not in fits and starts this thne, but In a steady recoil, tarns riens, tiger - oua. Into which was thresrn «i Ha re maining energy. I felt It through the papers, sli pp in g, gliding, escaping me, tittle by Write To get a better purchase on It I Bored my palms altghtly. and—the hand was gone. I grasped only my pock et boo k I opened It feverishly, teamed by Bal ing that the Mite were sdU there, thrust It into the breast ef my esnt and folded my arms apsn tt. Item I breathed freely. The darkness now wss giowteg teas, the street light beginning to enter the compartment. Naturally my first glance leaped to that young woman's face, flhe wi the same place in the same atfl of haughty unconcern Nothing deranged shoot her toUot; not a of ber robe s ee m ed to hare st! The paper still lay folded apoa lap; the umbrella stood np bated against the door. Only rite wna I bruised aad abraded ritot wri knew very wel l tea was item gtore. dexterously as rear, b considerably more h as te Meanwhile we had reached tkm. The platform waa an ■ as I paper negligently, task up bar —iteri to and with admirable om Nsw step ped by dm. murmuring la a retoe dear aad calm aad !■ exactly the omma place time de man ded by canrtaay: "Tour pardon, moastocr!" ; Bw was a thief f know It Aa tod done her bast to rob me. I knew that too. She spraag to the platform. | The crowd had cleeed around tor and From that day to swallowed her op. (Ms I have arver a cage Dispatch. Meerschaum ta a silicate at i aad is to be ta fad cbkriy to Professional Directory IUL lAXDKIS iohn h . rtm» SANDERS & FLYNN Attorneys at Law Wiggett Block Coear d'Alene. Idaho Hr/. CURRIE SPRUQUE Manicuring, Scalp, Facial Massage ana Shampooing M MRS. BEATRICE DEITRICK I Pupil of Mm.. Mantis*!. Parle) Voice Building and Artistic Singing. a,i *««•« lull** 3 Nwnd.r Block ram* so s SS. TILDE WOOD MID-WIFE ffOBSON A PARKER Keal Kiuii. Insurance. Bonds, No tary Public. Conveyance and land Office Papers Made, Cut lections a Specialty. Room 5, Coeur d'Alene Bank ft Trust WZEIQLZR Contracting Plasterer IZUi and <'neur,d'Alenr at. £ a L. GERRISH Licensed Land Suryeyor and Engineer Dollar Block Cocur d'Alene. Idaho Butcher * hafle Building Contractors Coeur d'Alene, I*. O. Box 087 Idaho Dr. /. H. nCEUEN OENTI8T Cocur d'Alene, Idaho Office: First Nat. Bank Block A LEXANDER HUNTER, AB., M.D. Phfilrian and Kurfson Office Hander Block Emm Bell O0> Residence KR Fourth HI Phono Bell :ts Honrs -H to 10, 9 In 4. 7 to N Janes roche Real Estate and Insurance Room IS Sander Block Hooks opened, closed and exprrtrd Book* balanced and put In order lor small dealer* K L HLACK N. II. WKKNKTTE BUCK & WERNETTE Attorney* at Liw Interstate Plume IU-J HUITK CORIJK P'AIJENK HANK TR11HT HI.DO.. l OKI K 11'AI.ENK. IDAHO Thos FERR 0 TT Contractor * Builder ft Building 8upt 611 Garden St MRS. S. DAY BEEBE Associate of Royal Academy of Mnsir, England. Late Professor of Pianof.»rte and Bar mony at University of the Pacific, Cal. Takes advanced and a limited number of elementary pupils. SOI Garden iL C H. POTTS A ttorney-at- Law Prosecuting Attorney of Kootenai Co Rooms 1* and 15 Sander Block Coeurd'Alene. Idaho A. BLIXT Justice of Peace Wiggett Block m h hcshash Coeur d'Alene N.n. HUBBARD C CO. Eetate. Insurance and Surety Bonds ; Notary Public Agents for Gardeodale fleea I Eirhaapr Acre Tracts Natteaal Barit | --„---- w --------* J.B. MITCHELL Extort We uwkr s spertaitj of i invite your am WATCH THIS SPACE SOMETNIIS KW MO GOOD BERT DM TOWN OF SPIRIT LAKE The following extensive improvements are now under way: A $950,000 Sawmill; a $90,000 Rail Road Depot: a complete Sewer System; Gradinq Streets; Cement Sidewalks; a Water System. No assess ments on the lots for these improvements. Lots are Selling Rapidly FOR SALE BY American Trust Co. 315 8herman 8t. Banking Security is what the depositor is looking for. Absolute safety with four per cent interest is better to many than higher rates and risks. We oiler the interest and tbe security for your business. Call and let ns talk it over with yon. Coeur d'Alene Bank & Trust Co. CORNER SHERnAN AND SECOND STREETS : MONDAY-WASHDAY : Cold, bleak morning—hard, disagreeable work, picked up dinner—what's the use. Try the Coeur d'Alene Laundry : : Pfmmrn ANGUS KENNEDY JNO. R. KENNEDY MB EH! f Hi Railroad Ties Cedar Poles Telephone Poles Telegraph Poles Supply of Mill Wood always on hand Office: io5 Second St Coeur d'Alene Bank & Trust Building COEUR D'ALENE IDAHO METR0P0LE MARKET U. S Intpucfed M«ats WIGGETT BLOCK Phones iSL™. m Suter & Son 2 IS I alt raids St IlighpRt Price Paid for NEW AND SECOND HAND Q00DS H. B. TREFF Interior Fiaiab, Store Fix tures, Hash, Doors, Window and Door Frames, Mould ing.. etc. Estimates furnished on special work on application Trlrnhnnrs- Hell— ted iciepuoncs. i„t*r— m » at a Mill aad Office 29* Sacaad Street Lafayette Transfer & Storage Company Pianos and furniture boxed, moved aad stored. Everything handled with care. Pew ricks dry wood for sale 319 Sherman Street Office 2UK Residence I49L The Home Electric Supply Company. Carrie, in stock all kiads of e l ectric goods, chaudhrrs. globes, shades, bracket a. dry hat levies, electric Sat irons, desk fixtures, lamps.cord,boat supplies Wire buildings repair any thing drcttVal Satisfaction Gairaitwi 218 Fourth St. Coeur d'i RODERICK & BERQY Phone, Interstate 90 -B Kxrnns sad dkay No trouble to move, if we move you ITS OUR BUSINESS