Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1888-08-18

OF honor. But 1 0elieFe my COUSIN Is
too Just to require this. and too seusl-
BILE to believe that . man and woman
could marry happily upon the mere
remnant of q boy -and-girl Irritation. IL
is not that any other love has filled my
heart have never really loved. My
art is my love. and my life's one aim
and hope is-ambition.
And to himself he SAID:
MARRY. indeed! Tie myself down
with q wife and family. to be clog
upon my best endeavorsl No. indeed
And for Daisy. too--a poor, little. sim
pie country girl as sweet and insipid
as the flower I named her afterl VIII
she hold me bound? Have ruined my
whole career by moment of thought-
less follyf"
Not if .'she ruin of bis whole career"
meant marrying Daisy.
By return of post came letter that
set him free. 1t contained but few
words, simple and to the point and
was quite prettily written. He turned
it ever and over curiously. his first
feeling of self-gratulation giving way
to an odd sense of annoyance and loss
Cool enough. certainly. She
couldn't have been so fond of me as
mother thought. And nicely written.
She must have improved good deal. !"
He glanced at the picture again. ''She
was lovely creature in those days.
certainly, and with proper training.
and culture. and dress. and all that
might have developed into a beauty;
but, pshaw! don't / know how these
country girls grow upl Freckled. and
tanned, coarse and awkward. tow
headed, ignorant and narrow minded.
| am well out of troublesome scrape
and have good reason to be thankful"
He thought so in good earnest when.
in the following winter, he met at last
the woman whom he called ''his fate ,;
at sight of her the light and ambitious
heart-that Daisy's simple loneliness
had touched. indeed, but never really
won-was stirred to its hitherto I'M
suspected depths, and awoke to real
passion.
'.They tell me am like your statue
of Marguerite. said Miss Raymond to
him. with her calm and gracious smile.
81 should like to see it, and judge for
myself. if you have no objection"
He had no objection. though he
dared not say so. it was such fanci-
full and idle one. In his soul he shrank
from allowing the woman whom he
loved to look upon the modelled face
of the girl who had loved him. and
whose trust he had betrayed.
For he could better appreciate now
what he had made Daisy suffer-now
that his own heart was awake.
eff she loved me as l love this queen
of hearts, he thought what must
my infidelity have cost her? Poor lit
tie, innocent shild! Heaven grant that
this woman, who holds my heart in
her fair hands. may not fling it away
as did Daisy's!''
And mentally he vowed. standing
beside ''his fate" and gazing with her
on the ''Marguerite" seek out the
poor crushed flower he had worn so
lightly, and ask her pardon, and to be
to her always true friend and brother.
Aura Raymond. the beauty and heir
out word 1t may have been the
memory of Marguerite's sad story. or
it NAV have been the pure and simp lie
loneliness of the hower.like face, tn at
touched her heart-but. rs she gazed,
her own face grew clouded. and look
of pain and trouble grew in her deep
violet eyes.
Then suddenly she turned to Cyril
She was stately always, bnt she SEEM
ed imperious now.
what was her name?" she asked
him.
For his life he could not have re.
fused to answer. Could not. even to
win her. deceive the woman he adored.
II call her Daisy" he said. hum
bly,. sit was pet name. only she
was sort OF distant cousin-I do moi
remember her real name Daisy
Vane.'"
And did you love herp-T know
that she loved you-no need to tell me
that; can read it in those candid, in.
nocent eyes. Did you love her, Cyril
Dantona''
Then he told her all. His vanity,
his falsehood. his awaking to real love.
his penitence for the wrong he had
done Daisy.
81 never knew how great it was till
loved you" he cried. '.Por until
then never knew what love was! Oh,
Aura, you are dearer to me than my
life! have no wish to live unless /
win youi"
''And so feels Daisy still for YOUR
she cried, with her lovely color mant-
ling high, and her violet eyes growing
deep and dark with emotion.
'-Or so she did feel a few months
ago, when saw her and learned her
story. know what her sorrow was!
1t was to win you back to her that
first sought to meet and know your
Face to face they stood, looking into
each other eyes, the woman flushed
and proud, the man pale as death.
''You have deceived me, then-as |
did Daisy he groaned. "Trihed with
my true heart-as | did with hers.
Wellr'-he turned away and covered
his face with his hands--"I am Justly
punishedr
She laid her soft white hand upon
his arm and looked up into his face,
with smile like that of Marguerite
herself; the proud imperious air was
gone-she was gentle, pleading, ten
der now, as Daisy could have been.
'.Nor' she said. II have not trified
or deceived. for [ lore yOu, Curit!