The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-12-29

you II you had
"Weil-I wasn't. But am affai,
1t is not a sense of the outraged pro
! pfieties which Kept me from pla.yin;
kiss in the ring il Che helE. Ii j
could possibly haze amused pc
should have done SO. 3D. =
amusing oneself But 3ss ol
other, that sort efP e. uoesh I en-,
terrain me-. p~e;saps am TOO Old
az Not ol5.~a5ugh; anyhow, 1 den's
core s,r che infantine pastinies which
are dhe fashion now. Isuppose when
ram getting on for forty I shall like
them"
20, don't think you ever will, /"
said Brooke, smiling down at her
charming upturned face.
"But l am afraid you don't under
stand me" she said quickly; nyou
think me better than [ am. / have
no moral aim, no aspirations, moth
ing of that kind, I simply enjoy the
present. | suppose, i'll wanted TO
pose, j should call myselfan epicufean.
IL is strange, but Tomorrow has
absolutely no meaning for me; be-
iiefe in to-day / mean TO enjoy
every hour Of my life. After all, what
do we know of Tomorrow Moth
Ing. But we do know that roses are
divine!" And pulling d dollhouse
flower from he,, Waist belt, the girl
pressed 1t, with a pretty, unconven-
tional gesture, to her lips.
"At that rate" said the Doctor,
eff you were to have some great mis-
fortune-to lose all your money, for
instance, or catch the smallpox-you
would have very little to fall back
upon. You might feel the want of
the 'consolations of religion
'No, l don't think I should. If
any great unhappiness,'' she added
dreamily, ''were ever to befall me, |
should not Want to live. did not
ask to comeinto the world, and why,
forsooth. should l not GO when am
tired of it? Life after all, is very like
a party to which some one else has
Insisted on our going. If we are
bored, we are surely not bound to
wait till the very end. We leave
when we please"
DR.. Brooke looked steadily at
her.
"Youare very strange girl, Miss
Bligh. Not one woman in
thousand would dare to say such a
thing as that. But think yon are
right. There are cases when death is
q release from torture, mental and
bodily
GLOW did we Oct Oh such a lugu-
brious topit?" said Alison, shivering
slightly and turning away from the
dark landscape.
There was a pause and then the
young man said suddenlys
why did you sing that song just
now2"
'1-don't know" said Alison with
dropping eyes.
s'Do you know what it means?"
'Do your" she said, raising her
eyebrows innocently.
81 walked the hospitals in Paris
for two years. | understood every
word"
"Oh, am sorry. 1 thought, with
my accent and an English audience,
that should be perfectly safe. 5"
Don't do it again" he said; "for
heavens sake, don't. You can't i'm.
agine how dreadful it is to see you
do thing like that"
"Thank you for saying that" he
gravely. "Sing something
for me now, will your"
Miss Bligh answered by moving
away to the piano. Brooke stood
still by the window, looking out over
the snow-covered grounds and wait
ing to hear what she would sing.
Allison's fingers strayed tentatively
over the keys, as if seeking the strain
which suited her mood best. Pres
entity her clear young voice was heard
in HandePs immortal air, "Lascia
Chic Pianga."
"Handel, instead of boulevard
Brooke smiled to
will do. Allison loves
me. | know it can see it in her
eyes,"
1t was passionate yet halfpater.
nal feeling that DR.. Brooke had for
this beautiful girl; a feeling akin to
chat which the tiger cherishes to-
ward it's cub, and yet with a yearning
tenderness, too. He felt that he
would gladly have thrown away his
life to save her pain, but as it was,
lie meant to devote his life to her
pleasure. Nothing should be spared
hat could give her pleasure-this |
title epicurean who believed so de- |
7outly in the Nowl There was moth
ng, too, which could stand in the
way of animmediate marriage. Dun
an Brooke had already made bril-
liant reputation and a large prac-
ice, and Alison being an orphan,
With fortune of her own, there
would be no difficulties about their
ettling down at once. His house in
irosvenor street was a fair-sized one,
md with Alison's taste in furniture
md pictures, might be made one of
he prettiest in London. He smiled
s he saw a vision of her radiant face
It the head of his dinner-table, smil-
ag at his guests. perfectin her young
1atronhood, Somehow he always
bought of her in connection with
eautiful and pleasant things; with
overs, and picturers, and music, and
he sparkle of dinner-table wit. She
adj told him that day that she
,ved roses; well, she should have
oses on her table every day of the
ear. And then Brooke remembered
hat pearls were another hobby of
lison's. He would telegraph to
own tomorrow for the finest neck.
ice he could get.
That night, when Lady Minton
ad sent her maid away, apink robed
CURE knocked at her door and knot
ID pair of soft arms tight round
er neck.
'My dear child, what is the mat
,r?" she grasped in the midst ofthis
npetuous embrace.