The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-04-17

anu yet Fred. Farley found hlmSel!
wishing that his friend had never been
that such man as Harry Lynde had
never eXisted:-or, at least had never
appeared IN that section of country.
'''Oh, if L could have found this
sweet prize before Harry had ever
known her All, Fred. Farley! what
are You doing? Coveting your neigh
boris wifep--and that neighbor your
dearest friend and chump I'm
ashamed of you! Bewarer ~
And so the smitten guest talked with
himself until sleep closed his senses.
Then dreams came, and Isabel Lynde
haunted his uneasy slumbers in all
sorts of strange ways.
In the morning he arose and resolved
that he would not expose himself to
the danger which he could already
foresee in q too free Interchange of
poetry and romance with his friends
wife. But, alas for human resolu-
tons when the erotic god has strung
his bow, and set his dart. After
breakfast (and Isabel presided at the
board with charming grace), the
coachman came to see if Mr.. Farley
would ride. The morning was delight
ful, and the horses were in need of ex-
ercise.
Yes. Mr.. Farley would ride. But
could he do less than ask Mrs. Lynde
to accompany him? He asked her;
and she assented with evident salts
faction.
"Harrv babe me not lose sight of
you, MIR. Farley, and l suppose | must
obey him."
80 what a bewitching smile-what
a wondrous depth of feeling in the
brown eyes-and what music in the
voice Fred. felt a pang at his heart
"a glow through his whole frame
and he knew he had fallen in love +!
What should he do? He must fight
against it while he could.
OF all the companions who had eyer
shared his social hours Fred. had
never before found one like Isabel.
Gle called her so in his thoughts.)
She was as intellectual, and as witty,
and as frank and open-hearted, as she
was beautiful; and in the Unborn purity
of her soul she never seemed to dream
that harm could come of it to Harry's
chum.
Three days passed and a letter came.
from Harry saying that he had been
obliged to go to Buffalo.
One week more, and poor Fred. was
beside himself with the ardent, all
powerful and p%ervading passion that
had possessed him. And this VAS
not the worst. He was sure that Isa-
bel loved him. He could not be MIS-
taken. Her very efforts to conceal the
emotion-her growing timidity and
reserve-the changing color of her
face-the dropping of the silken lashes
the soft fluttering of the voice, all,
all told him hat she loved him!
Once more,-What should he dop
There was but one alternative He
must leave the village at once. He felt
that he was wronging his best and
dearest friend. That evening he said
to Isabel that he must go to New
York on the morrow. He must take
the Albany boat when it came down.
She was startled and for a moment
lost control OF herself; but while Fred.
talked of business engagements she
recovered her composure. But the re-
mainder of the evening passed sad and
gloomy to both. Fred. was reticent
and moody, while the lady was evil
IDENTITY far from being happy.
The morning came, and Fred. Farley
and Isabel Lynde stood in the parlor.
The carriage was at the door.
"Dear Mrs. Lynde! l may never see
you again. must not!' He held
both her hands, and as he thus spoke
she started as though an electric bolt
had stricken her. A strange light
up and cleaned in her eyes;
her bosom heaved; and presently tears
crept out upon her cheek.
''God bless your cried Fred, press
ing her hand to his lips in an impas-
manner ''Sweet peace be thine!
Thine be the victory-of-Llfe-i in
Faith and-Love and"
He broke down it this point. He
that Isabel sobbeu, and that she
put forth her freed hands towards him;
but he dared not stop. The next he
knew he was in the coach, whirling
away towards the river; and he said
to himself that he should never be
happy again. o. why had he seen his
friends wifeP Why had he loved herP
Why had she loved him?
Iuc <AlDduN bOdt Cdmt W luc 1iuu-
ng, and the gang-plank was thrown
s'Hallo, Fred. How's thisP Where
you bound now?"
''Ehl-Harry?"
''Yes,-come. come,-none of this.
What does that portmanteau meanp
GOODNESS mercy! you are not bound
III? And just as l had promised Bella
hat she should become acquainted
With my friend and paragon-my
hum, my Fred!"
'Promised-Bela?" gasped Fred.
"Yes,-my wife. Here, my Bella,
Iere is Mr.. Fred. Farley, and L really
he thinks of DESERVING"
Fred. looked, and beheld, by Har-
US side, n small, radiant, beautiful
who smiled upon him, and
out her hand, and said:
Greatly, Mr.. Farley, this is not
riendly-"
Hold on!" interposed Harry. 81
a big authority by way OF own
over this boat. If you have i'm {
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