McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1885-04-09

wishing that his friend had never been
that such a man as Harry Lynde had
never existed:-or, at least had never
appeared In that section of country.
''Oh, if could have found this
sweet prize before Harry had ever
known her All, Fred. Farley what
are you doingp Coveting your neigh.
boris wife, and that neighbor your
dearest friend and chum? I'm
ashamed of you! Beware
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 Il 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
full, 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.
Harry babe me not lose sight of
you, MIR. Farley, and | suppose | must
obey him."
80 what bewitching smile-what
a wondrOus depth of feeling in the
brown eyes-and what music in the
voice ! Fred. felt pang at his heart
"a glow through his whole frame
and ne knew he had fallen in love
What should he dop He must fight
against il while he could.
OF all the companions who mad eyer
shared his social hours Fred. had
never before found one like Isabel.
Tie called her so in his thoughts)
She was as intellectual, and as witty,
and as frank and Open-hearteG, 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 land a letter came
from Harry saying that he had been
obliged to 90 to Buffalo.
One week more, and poor Fred. was
beside himself with the ardent, all
powerful and pervadng passion that
had possessed him. And this was
not the worst. He was sure that Isa-
bel loved him. He could not be mis-
taken. Her very efforts to conceal the
growing timidity and
changing color of her
face-the dropping of the silken lashes
the soft fluttering of the voice, all,
all told him that she loved him!
Once more,-What should he do?
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 90 to New
York on the morrow. He must take
the Albany boat when it came down.
She was startled and for n moment
lost control OF herself; but while Fred.
talked of business engagements she
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
IDENTIFY 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! 1 may never see
you again. must mott" He held
both her hands. and as he thus spoke
she started as though an electric bolt
lad stricken her. A strange light
dashed up and cleaned in her eyes;
her bosom heaved; and presently tears
.rept out upon her cheek.
''God bless your cried Fred, press
ng her hand to his lips in an impas-
stoned manner. "Sweet peace be thine!
Thine be the victory-of-Llfe-in
Faith and-Love-and
He broke down lit this point. He
knew that Isabel sobbeu, and that she
put forth her freed hands towards him;
put he dared not stop. The next he
knew he was in the coach, whirling
AWAY towards the river; and he said
@ himself that he should never be
happy again. o! why had he seen his
friends wife? Why had he loved her? |
Why had she loved him?
The Albany boat came to the land
ng, and the gang-plank was thrown
)ut.
"Hallo, Fred. How's this? Where
7ou bound now?''
''Eh!-Harry?
''9es,-come, cOme,-nOne of this. |
What does that portmanteau mean? |
Goodness mercy! you are not bound
,ff9 And just as l had promised Bella
hat she should become acquainted
With my friend and paragon-my
hum, my Fred!'
"Promised-Bella7" gasped Fred.
"Yes,-my wife. Here, my Bella,
lere is Mr.. Fred. Farley, and / really |
believe he thinks of DESERVING"
Fred. looked, and beheld, bv Har-
VS. side, small, radiant, beautiful
who smiled upon him, and
,ut out her hand, and said:
Really, Mr.. Farley, this is not
Hold onH' interposed Harry. 81
ave big authority by way OF own