The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-10-12
the last time before am woman. shall
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never be d child again."
The good old soul comforted hor as she
only could, and always had since the loss of
carols first doll. When the wettest tears
were succeeded by little calm, China told
her of her fathers last words, when he
went away a month before: ''If Carol gets
lonely, bring her on to me, for l may be
gone half the winter" and 80 if Carol liked
they WOULD go east at once. '''Twas lonely
for the child with her father gone,n China
said, albeit her father when at homo was
always submerged in business affairs.
LET us go to morrow, please, China
said Carol, still fearful; and twas SETTLED
A fortnight after Harry Valentines visit
to his cousin confessor for counsel he re-
ceived the following word from CAROL
81 go east to-day with CHINA, for long
stay. Forgive me everything, Harry,
always meant to be kind
| He wrote back very patheticllly:
| "We'll forget all that has been, but oh,
| Carol, the might have beens"
The winter was severe one, and passed
drearily to more hearts than one. Toward
| spring Carols father complained of asthma
and had to go south. So they turned their
faces toward the everglades, aud the warm
gulf breezes, thence on the Bahamas to
Nassau; like two children under China's
care-the fussy invalid and the sorrowful
young girl who fancied her life.happiness
lay behind her-a dissolved view--and only
shadows ahead.
After two months at Nassau they came
to New Orleans, and as the season advanced
in fervor they gravitated northward, jaunt-
to- Cd 81 I'll. \
find themselves once more at home.
II shall be glad to see Make again, and
Allegro" Carol sometimes said; otherwise
she expressed no desire either way, to go or
stay Hers was the tribulation that work.
eth patience
Papa Dean grew worse after reaching
home, gradually failed. and in September
the end came, in the old home out OF which
80 many of the Deans had died ami gone
Sorrow had dwelt with Carol so much of
late, she could scarce remember how happi-
ness felt-her dreary consolation now be,
ing that there were none left to lose, ex-
cept China, her only comforter.
Harry Valentine had gone to the far west
during the summer-to begin life, he said.
He had strung his days on thread Of vain
hope, which had snapped, and now they
were wasted.
In October there came little ripple over
the calm surface of things. Don Mckeene
and Judith Grey were married, TO Carol s
SUPP : as well as others. In the golden
Indian summer days, the twilight of the
year, Carol took many long drive through
the suburbs of the town, but never to Echo
Hills never to Leke Placid. She was much
alone these autumn days, with only thoughts
and memories for companionship. The au-
tumn of her life she sometimes fancied it.
One night as she sat ON the broad veran-
de, in the starshine, watching nature sink
to rest, the lovely Cinderella" music-that
heaven born inspiration of Heinrich Hoff-
man, kept singing to her constantly. They
had heard 1t in New Orleans, and this coup
let had followed her away
Love is by trials best proved,
Thou too hast suffered and loved"
AS she sat absorbed in her revery, in tho
dim light of the quiet evening, the rays
from the old sconce in the hall throwing all
outline into dim relief, she was like love-
ly vision in her close-ftting robe of black,
her fluffy gold locks smoothed into low
coil, and single passion flower at her
bHrOdL. Iih6 d lUVcly NlolOu W hTUuuE
March, as he came. up the wide gravel, and,
unheralded by Make, quietly approached
and sat down at her feet. He had come
to her at last. She hardly seemed surpris-
ed. perhaps because in her thoughts he was
always present.
miss Carol, what of the nights"
That was all, but all, the language Of
those deep eyes, so pleading and passionate,
pouring out the story of his life-a absorbing
love for her, better than any words could
do. She knew that language, else how
could she have answered so. reaching down
her hand into his:
''Oh, Mr.. March, it has been so long, and
so dark, but" with glad little cry, sit is
past, it is past!'
Wher he would speak of his seeming
harshness to her, she talked of his self-ab-
negation and loyalty to his friends. When
he would mention cruelty, she spoke of sac.
rifice The whole truth had been unfo,ded
to her, and, strange to say, through Don
McKeene.
AS they stood heart to heat, before he
left her, Carol asked, .Tell me, Arthur, did
you have sketch of Echo Hills at the
Warner Gallery last years"
Eyes, Carol, that spot dearer than all
others. For it is heaven for me with men,
cries of thy dear face.'n
''Then it was for me, you did write them
for me- those four sweet lines"
"For thee alone my darling. THE Wis
consin.