The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-02-27
A SCAPEGOAT.

Miss Doris Bracondale was bendir
over glass counter strewn with daint
pocketbooks and card-cases of ever
Imaginable shape. She was a notice,
bly, pretty girl, and stragglers throug
the colonnade where she stood gay
vent to an occasional "Voila la bell
Anglaise 70 or "What a lovely face |!
quito in a whisper, of course.
The object of her quest was cas-
to contain a photograph suitable TO
carrying in a gentleman's pocket. tn
photograph being a reflection of he
own sweet face, and the pocket TO
which it was destined that of Mr.
Felix Wyatt, her betrothed lover.
After much deliberation she selected
pretty toy in white leather with
spray OF forget-me-not and a beetle
anatomically wrong, in one corner.
was lined with the palest blue satin
and was altogether an unsuitable thing
to place in a mans pocket with keys
cigars and small change.
The afternoon concert on the gravel
sweep before the Conversationhaus
was being heralded by the usual bevy
Of nursemaids and children. The
chairs, ranged about beds and groups
Of tropical flowers. gradually filled
with a motley collection.
Before the programme was fairly
under way Miss Bracondale and her
mother had joined the auditors; and
ut the close of the overture MIR Wyatt
sauntered toward them.
Felix Wyatt was happy-looking
young fellow of twenty-five, arrayed
In tweed suit, English shoes, Glen
garry bonnet, and with scarab in his
cravat.
"Where were you hidden that 1
missed you on the promenadeP" he
asked, lounging back on the springy
iron seat.
II was choosing this for you, Felix"
said Doris, putting the fair leather
case into his hand, .You will carry
it everywhere with you while you are
away, will you notP Promise.''
Eyes, J. promise. and L am very
much obliged to you. 1t is lovely-a
great deal too nice for me-" answered
Felix, looking at the photograph. 1t
was the likeness of girl with silky
dark hair, beautifully arched brows
and dark eyes, large and intense, set
In face of exquisite mould.
How long will you be away, Fe-
lixp' Mrs. Bracondale asked.
"a week at the most"
1T Is provoking that you have to 90 |
ust now," remarked Doris, "when
he races and grand illuminations are
'bout to begin ~
1T is indeed. 1 always avowed N.Y.
elf ready to see Mrs. Delamore and
Ter children safely installed at Brus.
'els, but | never supposed the sum-
mons would come at such an inoppor-
une time. To say that 1 wish them
III at the bottom of the sea would be
lnchristian, l suppose, but, "
Don't give expression to such wick
ID ideas, f" said Doris. pouring out the
Office which a waiter had placed at
er elbow ''if we speak any more of
our departure. | shall make a spec
acle of myself by shedding tears
4 the coffee"
"The Winthropes are bearing down
pom us, said Mr. Wyatt. shortly af-
awards, in an undertone, land will
eat retreat. as have some little
lattcrs to attend to l shall see YOU ]
gain this evening""
On the first opportunity that offered
self Wyatt took Doris's photograph ,
'om the beetle-be dizened case. and
ut it between the leaves of his pocket !
ook, intending at his first idle mo- ]
tent to transfer it from there to a {
'rviceable black leather envelope in
IS possession. The little case he ]
raped carefully in soft white paper |
I'd slowed away with q package of
tiers, some withered flowers, and a I
ri Of silky dark hair. all iealously {
larded by lock and key.
'sShe is dear little soul, but cot t
tactical, " he soliloquized. Q
Arrived at Mrs. Ripon's rooms in a
Ie Sophienstruasse, Wyatt found that
dy in great excitement and distress.
''Oh, Felix" she began, II have
zen robbed of my diamond ear /
ngs, Leslie's superb gift, by black d
ed witch of a woman! But sit a
'wn-mlnd the catl'' Mrs. Ripon
nix back among the cushions and be- V
IN again, ii had advertised for a
,verness, as you perhaps know, and p
is morning, when l was dressing, |
as qnite prepared for the announce o
emit that a lady had inquired for me c
business. My toilet table was scat
red over with jewels, my diamonds r
long the rest, but l never dreamed
any danger, and had the stranger o
own directly up to my room. In n
} handsome, high-bred-looking wo-
IN who presented herself before me, s.
ould scarcely imagine an applicant
the post of governess, utsuch was
: errand. Il
did not quite like her looks. al
ugh she had recommendation from N
ends of mine, so l told her / would Ct
her know my decision by letter on d
following day. At that instant 1
lrd a child scream in the street be- 9.
2, and flew to the window and N
ked out, but finding no accident fo
happened l came back to bid my
tor adieu. She took her departure az
cefully. Nine. de Konarski' was al