The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-08-30

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"I'm glad to hear that, for you're
really quite-dangerous. By the way
why did you say your name was Jones
You might have known l should fine
you out. Editors do find out every
thing in time. You are Miss Madeline
Meredith, of Garth, and your brother
Jeff and were chums at Eton and Ok
ford"
"Oh," 1 said somewhat surprised
81 didn't know!"
"Of course not. How could youP"
"And I'm not Miss Meredith O.
Garth any longer" said, with an eff
fort of proud composure. "Papa lost
all his money, and our house was sold
then papa died, and Jeff is with his
ship at the Cape, and Aunt Adelaide
didn't want me any longer; so l came
to London to Mrs. Kent-she's my old
nurse-and l earn nv bread by my
pen."
could not help telling him all that
he made me, in spite Of myself; but I
uttered the last words proudly, and he
did not smile at all, but looked very
grave.
81 wonder, Miss Meredith, if you
ever heard JEFF speak of Harold Cash
eltonP"
"Oh, yes, often! !"-and then paused
in some confusion. Mr.. Harold Cash
elton had been my brothers. "guide,
philosopher and friend," and in one
way and another l heard more than
enough of him all my life, though
through my having no mother, l had
never been at Garth when Jeff's friends
visited him. In fact, had worshipped
him secretly and afar off-from Jeff's
descriptions-and made him the hero
of more than romance; and now there
he was, sitting in my easy chair and
chatting to me as he had known me all
my ife-as, indeed, 1 suppose he had
in a way, for Jeff surely must have
mentioned me to him.
After asking all sorts of questions
about my brother, he stood up to go,
and desired me not to forget the story;
but then more than ever l resolved not
to write, as no doubt he would acceptit
from mere pity.
Three months passed away, and Twas
on terms of almost civility with my
hated editor; but had written nothing
for the Arlington-on that point was
obstinate-nor had I told Mr.. Cashel-
ton very much about myself or my own
affairs beyond the sudden burst of con-
fidence, which seemed inevitable. |
What 1 wrote and how 1 succeeded 1
never would talk about, in spite of sew
eral very insinuating questions. But
about JEFF l would talk for hours, and |
he did not seem to weary of the subject,
either.
Sometimes I accompanied him to an
afternoon concert at st. James hall, or
, matinee at the Lyceum, and he was
always very kind and attentive; but 1
never could get over the fact that he
laughed at my poetry. Had he laughed
'nly at myself should have forgiven
md forgotten it.
One evening he called after having
.bsented himself for a fortnight, and
was wondering in spite of myself
What could have happened to him.
vas about to call Mrs. Kent to light the
,as, though it was really quite bright,
vhen he stopped me:
"Don't ring for lights" he said in
is lazy way; 81 want to talk to you.
have something very particular to !
ay, Madaline, and 1 want to say it to
ou alone. Madaline'-ands somehow
@ got possession of both my hands
i love you; want you to be my wife ; {
want to take care you, dear, if you {
I'LL let me-" {
81 can't help it'll murmured, feebly t
nd vaguely. |
"No, of course not, and don't want i
on to. Darling, you must have seen
lat 1 love you, and you must, you s
lrely must, care for a little in. return. !" G
81 don't know" 1 said, more feebly \
ill; and the golden opportunity for 1
,venge and retaliation was gone by u
'rever. l might have been cool and v
roud, naughty and defiant, laughed in q
IS face and told him l scorned his love s.
J he had scorned my poetry; instead
which l stood trembling and blush
his arms, while he kissed my face
I'd called me all sorts of pretty names u
Id, in spite of myself, I confess l r
Ied it. 1t is humiliating, it is horrid, = =
1t it is true-I love that handsome, u
.teful editor. e
"Darling," he cried, holding me "
ON him at arms length, "you're u u
too fond of that vagrant ~
,et-you detest me cordially; still, VI "
l love you, and believe l -
we loved you from that day when n'
'ur presence made spot of sunshine
my very shady editorial den. Some m
y perhaps you will learn to care ="
tie about me-"
~ /,
Six months afterward we were mar II.
ID at st. Georges, Bloomsbury; and,
len jeff came home and heard all
out it, thought he would have gone If
t of his mind with joy. Now write al
lat | please for the Arlington; and, Iii
ough the editor goes over it, he dare
t altar syllable, so in that respect
We gained my point. l have con- m
cred my first editor. h,
Prof. Thomas Price is exhibiting in as
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