The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-12-26


more determined he was TO stray of
But l have heard that nothing CA
annul the law of Incredibly, Afte
awhile he seemed utterly to forge
that he owed any allegiance to me
and was ready, indeed eager, to catcl
onto anybody or anything that CAM
in his way, and, indeed, to go out o
his way to find something to cling to
have been a silent witness Of scenes
which made my blood curdle. 1 have
heard from the lips of lovely woman
expressions which nothing could in
duce me to repeat. l have watched
such contortions of beautiful features
such grinding together of pretty teeth,
such stamping of little feet, and fol
what does any one imagineP Ask
Hook. Perhaps he will tell you, and
perhaps he wont. But will. 1t was
because he made himself so familiar
and so offensive, SO determined to
cling to something and fasten some
where, just acting out his nature.
Poor fellow!
l remember once, all of sudden he
gave flying leap and fell PROSTATE
in a remote corner of the room. He
has come to his tether now, l said to
myself; but no, back he came, or,
rather, was brought home; he never
came back voluntarily. The broom of
destiny flung him into mid-air; kind
hand seized him, Strengthened out his
limbs for the hundredth time, and put
him in his place; and l met him, fool
that was, just as if nothing had hap
pened. / don't think l did right, but
under the circumstances did as well
as l knew how.
For time Hook remained quiet, for
the reason that he hadn't strength to
go about. Time! Life? The sound
of these words fills me with inexpressi-
BILE melancholy, reminding me that
the end is not very far distant. l
must either die violent death or rust
out. Once l was bright, polished, at
tractive, fair to look upon, and so was
Hook; but now, if the truth be told,
he has lost his once symmetrical pro-
portions, by the habit aforementioned
of leaping the barriers of custom and
propriety, and aspiring to objects out
of his sphere.
l shall never forget the last time he
was brought home. He was so de-
formed didn't recognize him. l shall
never forget with what jerks and NUT.
terings his joints were put in place. l
seem to hear them now, one after an
other, winding up at last with, "There,
now; if this thread gets loose again
you may go to-" The sentence
was never finished. 1 asked Hook
when we were alone what place she
meant, and he pretended he didn't
know. 1 asked him if it was others
where's, and he said he thought it was,
as there couldn't be much worse place
found than where we were. Inquired |
of Hook what he had done to deserve |
such severe castigation. He replied:
Nothing; l only stopped on the way |
home to admire a bit of lace around
a lady's neck, when / was sent whirling
into space, the lace clinging to me-not
1 to it. Oh, it was terrible"
81 hope you have learned lesson
that will last you your life out" /
said.
"What lessonP" he asked sulkily.
''To stay at home, where you be-
long," replied.
''Stupid!" he exclaimed.
''Who is stupidP" asked, in anger.
"Home is stupid" said he.
"You didn't think so once" l cried,
reproachfully.
because didn't know any better"
ne mumbled between his teeth. 81
lad not seen the world, he continued,
n plaintive tone. care you a fool?
Don't you know that it ISM in the ma
ure of Hook to stay forever in one
,laceP" 1 am ambitious"
"For what?" 1 asked.
"For wider field of action; for
higher companionship, for sweeter
for fuller appreciation. l
ant endure this hum-drum life. /
want new fields to conquer. Day after !
lay to see the same things 1t may do ,
or you; but l can't bear it, and ,
Won't, if can get away"
(Which you can't do. 1 suppose I
vhen you made love to an auburn curl i
ou were happy" said, contempetu- !
usly, remembering the retribution {
Which followed. 5
eyes, l was, and l would willingly T
ay the penalty over again. No amount {
fretribution ever vanquished a Hook" q
''How long do you suppose that you $
ny PROSTATE in the dark, fearing to +
lake yourself known lest worse h
hing come upon you?" L asked. c
81 don't know of any worse thing Il
nat could come upon me than did il
ome," he said crabbidly. t
"What do you meanP" asked. C
"Just what say" he answered. "If L
on wish me to explain, I'll explain. n
Ihat worse thing could happen than "
continuance of this sort of bondageP" h
"What do you meanP" 1 repeated. f,
Oh, what have L done to deserve a
lisI' And l began to cry. a
''Now don't try that dodge" he ex- "
aimed, in a rage. what have you e
one? You may well ask that question, a
i'd 1 will answer it. You've done n
othing, absolutely nothing, to make f;
)me attractive" Il
"And what have you done to that Z
ld?" l asked.
at isn't my place." he replied.
81 have tried to do my duty" l
i'd, meekly. e.
That's the worst of it," said he, N
oking me full in the face. "Who Sc
ants you to do your dutyP never n
anted you to. There's nothing in life fl
positively unmeaning as doing te
les duty. What is your dutyp To Il