The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-06-26
EVEN As STRANGERS.


"The task may grow harder if y
wait. If he is to become your frien
Clytie, you must confide in him, or
were better he remained always
stranger"
The last words we're uttered vel
gently, but with an earnestness tn
gave them tone of authority and ii
girl to whom they were addressed 81
silent, her eyes full of wistful thought
Il cannot tell him" she decides aftt
q long pause-"what need is there
He is nothing more to me than all th
other men and women have met. VIII
should I tell him the story of my life
1T would be better, 1 think, deal
He is unlike all the Others"
} Clytie sighed, and lapsed once NOR
into silence.
, 1t was evening-calm, cool twilight
after the glare and scorch of July
sun-and Clytie was sitting beneath the
porch of quaint, rose-covered cottage
that nestled like great bouquet amidst
the foliage of shady valley.
Lilyvale it was called, and the sweet
white bells clustered thickly in the
messy hooks, making the air fragrant
with their breath, as the breeze stole
amongst them.
1T is because he is unlike everybody
else that I cannot let his friendship pass
by me-" she said at length, strange
WEAKNESS in her voice. II wish to
know him more"
"Then why not make yourself known
to him ?"
b The girls pale face flushed, and she
pulled restlessly at some honeysuckle
leaves growing up the side of the porch.
II couldn't" she answered, her eyes
suddenly growing misty. II said I
would noticing, long ago, and shall
keep my word. Don't speak about it
any more, dear Mrs. Aubrey you only
make me miserable-and Sir Lennox is
the last would have know"
"Very we'll, Clytie," laying carress-
ing hand on the girls shoulder. "Be
advised BY your own heart, and act al.
-~:ys as you think would be best for
your happiness; you are too true not to
think wisely"
Mrs. Aubrey bent and kissed tho
girls soft cheek. then seeing her
thoughts had wandered away, she left
her and passed into the house.
) Clytie was not left long to indulge in
her dreams. Some one from distance
seemed to have waited this opportunity |
Of speaking alone with her. Some one
with tall manly form, clad in an old
velvet suit, which looked as if it had
borne the water OF many seasons.
He walked leisurely toward her, lift {
ing his dusty felt hat with a very easy !
grace ~ she glanced in his direction. |
Il am glad to see you in the midst of {
your roses" he exclaimed, in a deep,
rich voice, when he came within speak r
ing distance. II was afraid you were Z
not very well, and might perhaps be I
prisoner. l am delighted to find you I
looking so bright" a
A warm blush had tinged her cheeks I
and lips at the sight of him, and her
dear, blue eyes had grown strangely I
brilliant under their dark l.shes. q
What made you think I was i'll ?" a
she asked, steadily meeting his admir- n
ing gaze.
Il heard something to that effect h
when was passing through the village n
just now, and strolled over to see What 3
truth there was in the rumor." :,
ClYtie frowned.
wish people would not interfere l,
With what concerns them SO little |" she n
petulantly. "I object greatly !.
10 being made a subject for village
gossip" 8
"You should take it as a compli- =
ment," he replied, laughing. 81 believe i
all who live within ten miles of this are
your slaves, and would die at any mo- o
ment IN your service-myself not ex-
cepted," he added, dropping down into u
The seat next to her. y
Il should be much obliged IL you O
would not talk such nonsense, Sir Len t
nox. = she said, coldly. 4
He looked hurt.
"How soon displease you !" he NUT
tered, a sudden earnestness subduing G
MS voice; will you never say one kind O
word to me?"
Were l to, would you value that
Eord ?" n
Try me, " with persuasive eagerness. Ii
She shook her head.
"You have no right to expect kind h
ess from me-" she said, sadly, her eyes Ii
esting reproachfully on his handsome IL
ace. mo right even to ask for it." Ii
DO you think am less than hui d
,an?" he exclaimed bitterly. Am l
0 accursed that my life is to be cast |,
ito desolation-left void OF all hope, ir
Ii Light? If you knew how lonely, how IL
ark my lays are, you would pity mel" d
II do pity you," with flash of scorn OF
nat buried cruelty into his soul.
mot as I would have you pity me-" es
9 retorted, bending his head to look it