The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-09-27
BELLIES ADVENTURE.

ing, perhaps we nau petter retul
homer"
"Indeed, Ralph, I'm not bit tired !!
Belle Wyndham tossed her brigf
head with the golden bird-of-paradis
plume floating away from it, like
stream of sunshine, while the jetty lu,
uriance of her black braids and tn
sparkle of her brilliant eyes contraste
exquisitely with the crimson glow o
either lovely cheek. Ralph Dale look
ed at her with sensation of pride tina
he was $50 soon to call this beautifu
creature his own for life!
"But the rest of the party have start
ed for home, Belle"
swell, let them; 1 don't care.'
"And the wind is growing keen ant
cold,"
"No, it is not; only see how beauti
full the sunshine Is on the green sward
"Belle," said the young lover, hal
in Jest, half in earnest, ''you shouldn'
be so wlllful! Now, If you have sor'
throat in the morning
"If have sore throat tomorrow
morning." said Belle, petulantly, 81
certainly shall not ask you for sympa
thy! Now, come along, Mr.. Lecturer
1 haven't seen half enough of this beau
tiful cemetery YETI
And Belle Wyndham fitted away
over the broad path, with the rain Of
red and golden November leaves drift
ing round her light footsteps, and the
bird-of-paradise plume nodding time to
her elastic movements.
Ralph Dale looked after her from the
seat on which they had been sitting,
and tossed his cigar away.
"The spoiled fairy!" was his internal
comment. swell, l suppose l shall
have to go after her and bring her
back, or we shall not reach home until
dark. And she is 90 delicate, and sc
easily fatigued, too"
He stayed an instant, to light another
fragrant Havana from the embroidered
pocket-case which had been the work of
Bellies own fair fingers, and then
strobe along the path, calling as he
did so:
"Bellel Belief"
But there was no answer; and as he
turned the bend of the road, where q
long expanse of winding and velvet
smooth lawn was visible, saw that no
one was there!
ssWhy, what can have become of
herP" he questioned himself, and then
he called again:
''Belle! Belle! Isabelle Wyndam!"
And the rustling of dry boughs and
the chirp of late birds in the trees were
all that answered him!
"She must have joined the rest of
the party and gone home in fit of
pique at my Gliding words" he said to
himself. Sand deuce of time l
shall have making the peace with her
again! Why couldn't she have waited
for meP"
And, with annoyed contraction on
his brows, Mr.. Dale turned back and
strobe hurriedly toward the gates of
the cemetery, in hopes of being able
to overtake the willful little sprite who
had so deity contrived to give him the
slip.
But when he reached home, Mrs.
Wyndam and her two young daughters,
and Harry Sinclair and his pretty cous-
in Alice, where sitting comfortably
round the fire, enjoying wine and cake,
after their rather wearsome expedition,
but no Belle was to be seenp
"Where is BELIEF" demanded the
breathless lover, CHANGING eagerly round
the room.
"BelleP" echoed her mother, looking
up in establishment; "why, isn't she
with youP"
al missed her, close to the cemetery
gate, and supposed she had come home
with you'll"
mo, she did not; but" added Mrs.
who was not unused to these
capricious whims of her lovely daugh-
ter, "perhaps she has gone to Mrs.
or to Cecilia Wargraves."
'I'll go and inquire" said Mr.. Dale,
his head disappearing from the open
door.
"Poor Ralph" said Mrs. Windham,
as she heard the front door close with
a bang. "Belle is always playing him
some such trick. He must have the
patience of Job. However, dare say
she'll sober down little when she is
married. Girls always do"
And Belle herselfP If our readers
are half as impatient to know what had
become of her as was Mr.. Ralph Dale,
they will fancy this depression very
one.
She had futtered along the broad
cemetery walk, like bright little hu-
man butterfly, for minute or two, and
then paused to look around for her
lover. But Mr.. Dale was not in sight.
Belle bit her scarlet under lip.
'It's too bad" she pouted; shut
III teach him the lesson of little more
in future"
And just as Mr.. Bale lounged leisure
" round the slope of the walk, his
newly lighted cigar between his lips,
Belle, glancing around for a hiding
place, saw the iron gate of a vault, one
If long row, sunk in deep bank
which extended down sidepath, stand
ng half ajar.
Without an instant's reflection, the |
girl ran into the bleak cssket |
# death, and, closing the door, shrank |
hto the corner and peeped through the
pattern of the iron rail-
no to watch her lovers CONSERVATION |
7hen he should discover that she was
nssing!
1t would have been fit subject for