The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-11-10

new position as head OF a great house
to sacrifice all for the brave captain.
Is it not so, friefids7 She must APP
pear in society; You see. All It Is
sad" and he drew back.
Sturgis stood s;loat, Watching the
terrible play of emotions as q lover
ofsport watches the mad contest in
she ring.
ut was for this called you here"
said the doctor; IN his calm, meth
odical voice: You sec the patient,
you see the task and the fonipliea-
lions of love, interest md pride.
This man was lover who would
creep up the cleaning face of the
abyss to win look from maiden's
eye. He thought no more of facing
death in quest of his love than
lie would to breathe the zeph-
yrs of his American hills.
He was a king in bat
tie but slave in love. Now he IL
smitten down, and lies noble ruin.
Is there no gentle hand to train the
ivy of affection over his blighted life?
Warriors we're wont to be solaced in
death or in wounds by the ministfa.
tions of love at some gentle hand.
This man was a Baynard, gentle
knight to us all, and now shall We
cast him out to the charity of
strangers?"
Aimee was crouched down against
the wall, moaning: 81 cannot, I can
notl'
The doctor went on in his merciless
address. "Then, l ask, is there no
one who loves the vase for its fra
GRANGE after it is crushed? Is there
TO one who can in the statute de-
faced and stained the outlines of a
beauty once fashioned by the Mas
ter's hand? What! do we hate the
mother when her golden locks are
gray? Do we spurn the father when
Ills eyes are sunken and blind? Does
the mother cast away the crooked
and deformed child when it yearns
for her bosom? Is there no one who
still loves the ruin of this brave
man?"
Then the dark-eyed nurse, with cat
like tread, came and stood before the
chair of Napoleon Smith and said, in
a ringing tone and with extended
hand:
''See, messieurs, I was beneath him
and a thing ofshame. They called me
L. Noir. saw him strong and pure as
Il young god, and my heart went out
to him. l tried to buy his love. He
spurned me away. His pure, brave
young life made me ashamed, and l
plunged into mad crime to bury in
forgetfulness my love. l followed
him afar. and as l watched my star,
it fell to earth. Its light was quenched,
and dared to approach it. Talk
you of money? When no friend stood
near would have coined my blood
in drops and doled it out to buy him
painless breaths: and then when my
treasury was exhausted, would have
given my soul to win an answering
smile. But again he went away. and,
spurning me, left my heart bitter.
Again tried to drown my love in
crime and mad rovelry, and then she,
the pure maiden yonder, taught me
TO pray to her God and had rest. /
would suffer in silence and seek in
penitence to find my peace. Again
nay star fell, and again l drew near.
God had heard my prayers-but
bark! l ask something. 1 ask yon-
der maiden to make her choice. Let
her say now that she will love and
care for this man, and / will 60 away
and bury myself in convent wall and
find peace in secret prayer; but oh! If
she will give me this poor shadow of
a noble life, and let us go away and
wanderers in the world-if she will
lead him and delve in the ground
with the hardest toilers, to win his
bread, to be his hand, his eve, his
brain, his all, it is all l ask-but let
her choose, and forever hold to that
choice.
'You hear?" said the doctor coldly.
"Will you make your choice, made
moiselle?"
cit was the man l loved, not this
wreck" cried Aimee, in piteous
tone.
sDo you, then, reject all the love of
past, and leave this man to his pres
ent fate and his present lover" asked
the doctor.
lido must! l could not give him
such @ love as hers" and she shud-
dered.
at is sensible, too, Aimee, my an
GEL" said Hippolyte. "He is not
not now an eligible party. Oh, no,
indeedP'
"Of course Magdalene gets her re-
ward, and this is how it comes about
seven years later.
"How long did you say?"
1t is coming now. The curse, the
curse the rejection, the bitter up
hraiding, and the search for the doll
faced girl; but she will turn to God
and prayer. The voice is low and re-
signed now as she answers:
"Seven years."
"He gets up slowly. He looks upon
her, then ne drops upon his knees
and creeps to her. He takes that
strong right hand and kisses it and
sobs.
II am soldier. I will relieve the
guard. You may come off duty and
rest. Now, my love, this hand of
mine shall lead you over the rough
places of life. My eyes shall watch
while yours close in sleep. Oh, my
love, my angel! have been dreaming
forseven long years, but in my dreams
an angel face bent above me and an
angel kissed my brow. have had
troubled sleep, but in my feverish
sleep a cool hand pressed my head
back upon my pillow. kiss that
hand. / have been buried in a tomb,
but an angle sung at it's door and
rolled away the stone of death. Will
my life be long enough to prove to
you that this is the real life and the
real love? When you doubt, lay your
head upon this bosom and see ifevery
heart-throb is not yours and yours
alone. l offer you a love as deep and
true as your own. Do you believe