The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-04-24

platform looking up at her. They hat
stolen away in the darkness. She saw
them through binding tears. Sh,
opened the window and flung dowr
her purse, and detached from hel
watch chain little blue locket (it had
been her baby's), and dropped it into
Meg's Outstretched hand. That was
all, for the train started, and to hel
wild appeal to take the child, to steal
it, her husband turned deaf ear
Twelve years later they came back
to Lewiston. They had travelled the
world over, and perhaps the old sor-
rows were without sting. In deep
heart-wounds, however, time and
change form but crust, at the core is
ever the culver and pain, and to this
a chance thrust still may penetrate.
Mr. Morgan went out to hunt for Meg;
he WISHED to tell his wife that she was
happy. A big building stood on the
site of the Blackmans' home, but
someone directed him to similar
howell, and there they were, the old
man decrepid and helpless, but vicious
still, his wife haggard wreck. They
lived with the eldest son, who had
married, and the dirty children about
the door might still be the little Tom
my, Jane and Tony, and there was
even q pig inquiringly peepiDg around
a corner of the house.
"You'se arskin fur Mag" sfrilly
answered young woman, the sons
wife. ''Sbe's gone ter the bad, up in
a house on-street; flarnts in her
silks n satins, the huzzy"
Course YER" shrieked the mother,
''yer druv her tot, yer N her fey
ther!" Then old jeremiah hobbled
in.
"No, we never" he quavered ''its
him as IS arskin done't. Eff he'd took |
her, she'd be a good gal naow n a
doin' fur me sted O. me starvin' here.
He's ter blame"
Mr.. Morgan walked sadly away.
He wondered if he was indeed to
blame, and how he might have done
differently.
That night a beautiful, wretched.
painted woman stole under the win
dows of the hotel, and looked up to
window. She remembered her child
hood. and her Door old mother had
told her the lady was here. As she
looked the curtain parted. She saw Il
sweet face in the background of. light,
a face framed in silver hair. Those
eyes could not see her in the darkness
as she saw in the light, a face framed
in silver hair. Those eyes could not
see her in the darkness as she saw to
he light, yet the lady too remem- ..
)ered.
Hot tears rushed to the girls tear
ess eyes; her brain whirled. Clutch :
ng the locket in her bosom she hur- :
led to the river, the deep, dark, rush
NO river that turned the mills, the
!rtery that fed the life of the town. >
"Oh, curse them all, that they did .
lot give me to her. Curse God and :.
ifen she cried, in bitter agony, and
rept down to the stream. A man =
aught her and held her fast. I,
"Dayidr she said aghast. :
He was only q workingman, but he -
ad loved her from a little lad, when y
e had shared his dinner with her, and =
rejected her from her brutal old y
ather's wrath. y
eyes, Meg, | follered you. y
moved they was here. Your ma told =
lie. l see you to the hotel; follered f f
on here" !,
"What do you want?" she cried, an g .,
rily; ''you shouldn't even speak to .
lie now" =,
''Ter marry you, Meg" he said, Il
uietly. II allus loved YOU. | do u
ow. I'll work for you, an protect
Oh from all the world an the wicked >,
,ngues." Il;
you'd marry me nowP" in an awe f.
ruck whisper. ",
Eyes, Meg" simply, honestly, in VI
anly love and faith. n
David" she sobbed. ''forgive me. ~
am not fit. Let me die, drown there, -,
ash out my sins in the fierce waterl" H. -,
'Iud drown, TOO, then," lie answer ~ Si
|, in his humbly loving way. 'Let h hl
Q try to help you. Come to my 70 ~
,me, Meg, as my wife"
With heart breaking cry she flung -
.rself into his arms, and he steadied ~ ~
r., soothed the wild grief and led WV
n to his poor home, yet;n its poverty Oh
as a tender shelter, in his lone Oh
OBJECTION from the world
Mr.. Morgan did not tell his wife till ,,,,
no after they were gone from Lewis ~ ~
n, and bitterly did he regret it p In'
forwards, for she grew so sad and i nU
ent. In ten years he died, and his l l'.I
dow went back once more to Lew "a ~,
on. She employed detective to :
ok for Margaret Blackman, ten or
ars ago woman of the town. The oa,
rents were long dead, and no one the
ew of her. One night servant , w.,
me and said poor-looking man ino o
shed to speak to her. She babe her
ing him up, and Slight, middle
ed man, prematurely stopped, came \
His face was pale, as were all the GRE
II operatives; his long, brown hair ING
d beard were streaked with gray, the
d there were hollows in his cheeks ity
under the big brown eyes that blu
re so pathetic in their sadness. 1t onl
5 the face of man who had known uus
y sorrow and toll. He was neat wit
king, but his clothes were old and sch
ch worn. He stood near the door har
lie would not sit down-and twirled Tel
worn hat in his hands. pas
My name is David Bertram, marin. by
u was arskin' for Margaret Black req
n, wasn't you?" tin.