The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-07-10

would indeed have been dumb
founded. AS it was, he read the game
in trice.
Eyes, madam. do deny it, hi
calculated, looking Lydia straight IL
the face.
He had heard his sister say that Miss
Holcamp was sojourning in the noun
tains, but he had not troubled himself
to enquire where.
Lydia, however, was not to be thwart-
ed in her purpose.
"Do you deny this, too?" and she
coolly read portion of letter con-
tanning VOWS of affection, and having
for signature his own name.
at is a base forgery, and you
know it, woman!' cried Harry, al
most beside himself with her
persstency And let me tell you at
once, before you 60 any further, that
| can very easily prove it to Miss
Barker, If in no other way, through
my own writing"
He had taken the letter from her
hand.
There is very palpable difference
between this writing and my own
see!'
He showed Linda one that he took
from his pocket as he spoke.
Linda turned toward him pale but
trusting face.
He was trembling from head to feet
with Indignation. She laid her hand
on his arm and whispered:
"Come, l believe you," and while
the girls mocking laugh followed
them they left the room.
Once away from her, Harry clasped
Linda to his breast.
"Tell me-" he cried, edo you really
trust mep Do you know that girl
fabricated that story because she hates
your"
"And loves you," murmured Linda,
with downcast lids.
''And in your eyes does that excuse
herP Tell me, do you love me, Linda
darling, answer meP"
81 can not answer you until you
near my story" faltered Linda, draw
ng away from him and sinking into a
,eat.
She had grown pale, and her eyes
we're suffused with tears.
'Hear the blunt truth. 1 am the
laughter of coal miner"
Harry heard with profound aston
it is true, but he did not
tart from her-a smile, indeed, dawned
lpon his face.
lyon remind me Of something
which perhaps l ought to have told
ou," he said. 'sMy grandfather was
poor carpenter, my father began his
areer IN my grandfather's shop.
rom that he became builder, and is
ow to be sure rich contractor. So
GU see l am not much in advance of
on in that respect. y
Both laughed, but Linda said:
"Ah, but with you all has been diff
srent. You have.been well educated,
nd your wealth would enable you to
arm money while striving to educate
lyself l worked in factory for
vo years, when father died. He was
lied in a mine, and as my mother ,,
as also dead, was left alone. Ihad
5tended the common school, and was
lere encouraged to recite. l saved ]
oney and went to Manchester, and
orked for one year in factory there.
lille in that city l attended every !
ee entertainment, and studied much !,
night. At last l applied for posi-
On to teach, and secured it. Then .
~ met me-"
"My noble GIRL" cried Harry, 81 7
ould rather have you tor my wife i
day than any petted idle darling of
xury that l ever heard Of q
Harry Quintard meant what he said,
ID Linda Barker knew it. "
He stopped his face till his lips met
RS in a long kiss. e
Thus the daughter of miner and
e grandson of a carpenter betrothed a
emselves in true modern fashion. N
And among the circles of fashion h
d art to-day there walks no more t.
rfect lady than Mrs. Harry Quintard. Il
alfred Crayoe.