Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-11-23
LOVE S EBBANDFL0W.

CLYDE Harris stood looking down
on the lovely face of the girl before
him. his dark eyes burning,
1t was fair delicately-cut, per-
feetly-tinted face, with great violet
eyes looking innocently out from It's
beauty, and a mass OF silken sunny
hair piled high above its low, white
brow; and formonths he hadiolloWed
it.
There she stood, cold andiair, with
even pulses and untroubled heart
she who had allowed him to love her
unchidden, unwarned; she who but a
moment before had told him that
she would never beanythingto him
that she was the betrothed wife OF a
brainless, moneyed youth, who had
dangled in her train tor some time.
Within, some one was singing. Tn
the still autumn air the words stole
out to Clyde, and made his lip curl
bitterly:
MANS love is like the restless waves,
Ever mt rise and tall;
The only love woman Graves
II must be all IN all,
Ask me no more il | regret
iou need not care to know;
A woman's heart can necr forget;
Bid ms good by, and go!'
"The only love a woman cravesW
All, but the fairest woman he had
ever seen was throwing a mans true
love out Of her life that She might
take in its place the glitter of dia-
monds and the sheen OF costly
raiment!
"lou have not cared for me at all,
them" he asked at last.
And the violet eyes lifted to his re-
proachiully.
II like you better than anybody
else" she said, sweetly. ''Indeed, |
am very sorry you are poor, Clyde !"
With a Tightening OF the heart, he
turned away, as her betrothed came
out and claimed her. And so they
parted they who had played ut
love till one of them was wounded.
Inez Lake went in to the light and
music OF her hostess parlOrs; Clyde
Harris went down the veranda steps
and through the moonlit night to
his home, the refrain Of the song he
had heard following him like mock.
ing voice:
"You do not love memo!
Bid me good-by, and go;
A woman's heart cannot forget;
Bid me good-by, and gol"
"a mans heart shalt" he vowed,
going in at the door of his home, and
crossing the pretty hall to the par.
Tor. Il will forget lne2 Lake--or re-
member her only as saw her to-
night-false, cold, mercenary."
1t was yet early. His mother and
her protege-the girl she had taken
to her heart and home long years be-
fore-had not gone to their rooms.
His mother lifted q warning hand
as ne entered and smiled
elaine has fallen asleep" she said
softly. "We will not wake her vet,
poor child! How lonely she is, Clyde.
and how changed by herlate illness!"
Elaine Gonzales lay back in large
chair, sleeping Her olive face rested
against the dark velvet; the lashas
lay, black as night, against her
cheeks.
Heriace looked like freshly open
ed magnolia blossom as he stood
looking down upon it.and he thought
how well it contrasted, in it's yet del
icate beauty, with that blonde face
OF Inez Lake.
Suddenly the girls black eyes un.
closed. She smiled up at him-a smile
that flashed sunlight over her whole
face.
81 was dreaming" she said merrily
ia pleasant dream, Clyde: for YOU
were in danger, and saved YOU. But
you are quite pale. What is it,"
She sprung from the chair and laid
her hand on his arm. He took II in
his own as he answered her.
81 have been dreaming, too he
said, trying to smile, "and my dream
was much like yours, only the dan.
ger that threatened me Il had to meet
alone"
Clyde" his mother interrupted.
while the girl drew nearer him, and
looked wistfully into his face-"Clyde.
there is a letter on the table Mt your
elbow, which came while you were
out. don't know why, but il has
made me uneasy. Read it INV son. /"
He droppedEIaine's hand ,andtook
up the envelope. As he opened IL,
and read the inclosure vaguely, dim.
Iy he felt that, had it come but
six hours before, The current OF his
life would have been changed by it,
the girl he had wooed would not have
said nay 80 sweetly in the moonlight