The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-03-29
IN HER LOVE FOR HIM.
BY F. H. sTAUFFER.

has CT me over Charlie LoganP be
lieve that you can give me solutio
Of the mystery. He is not the gay, free
whole-souled fellow that he was befor
he took that trip with you to Paris. Hell
gloomy almost to moroseness. He ha
met with . great sorrow, or else l an
much mistaken. You can see it in hi
eyes, In the lines around his mouth
We were all true friends together
Prescott, sad story might be evoked
by my query. Can you tell 1t to me
here and nowp'
Prescott did not answer me at once
He blew great whifls Of smoke from biz
mouth and gazed at the vessels becalmed
in the bay, not seeing them, know, for
his eyes grew pensive. and shadow OF
pain crept into his face.
knew that he had heard my ques-
ton, and would answer it.
At last he tossed his stump Of q Gig ar
over the railing, turned round again to
me, and sad:
You are right, Brice. Logan has
had trouble, and it came to him at Paris.
will be violating no confidence by tai
ling you what it was. 1t is only an or
binary story, though, and the fact will
not touch your pity a. it did mine, be-
cause ! was an eye witness to most OF
it.
Ny friend paused to take from his
case another cigar and light it.
He was an inveterate smoker, and
two or three cigars made him as con-
vivial as that many glasses did me.
He continued:
Logan is, a. you well know, what
We apologetioally call wild boy, SOW
ing bis wild oats freely, with every pros
poet Of reaping full crop later in his
manhood. He went to get = glimpse
Ct tho varied phases Of Psiisian life, and
must confess that he did get glimpse
Of them, ard in few instances, some
thing more than glimpse. He quite
frequently drew me after him into
places against which my sense Of pro-
priety demurred, and am none Of the
most scrupulous OF men, a. you will
freely assent.
I'VE went one night to the bal dc
opera, which was not an improperly,
though. A masked ball does not begin
there until midnight, and We were
novices enough to 60 there at nine.
A dry time we had of it, even after tho
ball began. An hour sfterward was
dezing on hard bench, with my back Z
against the succeed wall, and the gas =
daring blindingly above my head. Lo-
gan shook me, and we sauntered from
he place.
" That's too tame for me, Prescott
10 said. Tomorrow night we will 20 {
o tho bal Ansard. Plenty Of fun we Il
viii have, I'll wager 81
"Of course we went. The dominos Ii
een there are not CONNIE IL faut, and
Is not just the place for refined peo- D
lie to visit, though many of the elite eff
cot clandestine entrances, closely Il
masked, and under the protection Of II
heir husbands and gendarme, to wit
less the closing scene, the famous \
3alop dc Musard. q
There Is crash of the orchestra and
hundred couple with shouts and yells O.
rhirl around the room in the devils .,
rgie, increasing in velocity a. the mu-
10 goes of in a rampage. II
1.-The women were arrayed In rich
nd fanciful costumes, very scant in "
lateral arour the shoulders, and their ri
tasks were the merest apologies, hid
Il just enough of the face to give piqu- d
ncy to the rest. am no dancer, and IL
, looked on-at first with interest, at IL
'st YEARLY. Logan gave himself up II
, the pleasure, and danced with every al
oman whose dress or face struck his
'noy. q
"At . late hour, and DUNG lull In st
10 music, he came sauntering toward FIR
10 with young girl leaning lovingly ri
his arm. She WAS superbly beautiful fr
! form and feature, and the excite fe
ent of the dance had added crimson pl
nsh to her full round cheeks, and q
stre to her dark eyes that made her II
'em especially attrantive. She wore a
'epe halt mask, bat was not in cos wi
me. Noticed that her dress was m
Bat and chsste, and that she used tn
'ither powder nor rogue; but sup be
'se thatishe was purposely less bizarre ba
an the rest, and was all the more
,easy about Logan. Her lips were az
arlet, her hair chestnut brown and
ST. fully braided, and her hands small, 1 !
bite and shapely. ar
This is my friend, said Logan pres
ting me to her. th,
1--WE both bowed at the quasi intro to
notion and tina haautv took q aast no