The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-12-14
he. after a pause. "Do you intend it


sufficient answer. de ground his teeth
together, thrust his check book, I'M
used, back into his pocket, took some
hasty steps across the room and left it,
without further word or look for the
wife OF his bosom, who fed to pour her
griefs into the hungry ear OF her
mother. What this unwise counsellor
said is net definitely known.
Not long afterward, Victor, who
keenly felt his wife's disafection.
brought home the required amount in
government bonds, resolving if the
sacrifice of little money would heal
the breach, to allow Rosemary to dis
pose of it as she wished. But Rose
mary had neither word nor look for
him that evening, and he said nothing
to her about the intended gift. He de-
posted the bonds for the night in a
locked drawer.
In the morning they were gone.
Searching inquiry failed to produce
them. Rosemary was silently unsyn-
pathetic, Victor thought, and Mrs.
Bourne openly remarked that stingy
people must expect to be robbed. and
made other remarks the reverse OF sooth-
ing, which finally exasperated Victor
to the verge of madness.
81 shall put this matter in the hands
of a detective" he said, with COM
pressed lips, as he took his hat to
leave the house.
"And much good may it do yol" re-
piled his familiar enemy.
He was as good as his word. and the
three nights that elapsed before his
detective reported a victory, he passed
at a hotel without returning home.
There's no doubt but what the old
lady took it," said the man confident
tally. Zone of the servants saw her 81
the drawer late that evening"
Then have her arrested" s'ia VIC
tor, CURLY.
"Folks most always wsot their fam
lily affairs hushed up SAID 'ne man.
and it can't be dom easy once you We
had an arrest psde'
81 don't wsnt anything hushed up"
shouted victor. 81 want the old bag
shut u"
Ms. Bourne was arrested, and her
laughter, as owner of the pretty cot
tage Victor had given her, with such
pride and delight in the days of their
early love, gave bail.
Rosemary had not thought that Vic
tor would let the case come to trial,
but he did. He was half-lnad with
trouble, and laid all at Mrs. Bourne's
door, and ardently wished to avenge
himself. The day came, the lawyers
filed into court, the case of Vialle VS..
Bourne was called; servant or two
testified and the detective took the
stand. The case was going very
strongly against Mrs. Bourne; but now
appeared a slight figure, dressed in
black, with burning eyes and ashy face.
1t was Rosemary. She swore, with
unfaltering voice, that she herself took
the bonds from the drawer and request
ed her mother to take charge of them
for her. Victor, pushing his way to
his lawyer, said hoarsely in his ear:
"For Gods sake, stop this business! l
withdraw the complaint" and hastily
left the court room.
He went to his hotel, and shut him
self into his room, till he could no
longer bear the solitude, then went out
and wandered about the city. He
found himself on one of the bridges,
looking at the flowing river, and turn
ed away with sickening fear that
that might be his doom. He wondered
what his wife was doing orfeeling, and
said aloud with Othello: 'My wife!
my wife! what wife? l have no wife,"
then angrily cursed his insane folly of
audible speech.
While he stood motionless, irreso-
lutely balancing in his mind his next
move, carriage drove across the
bridge; inside was o lady dressed in
black. She caught sight of Victor and
spoke to the coachman, who stopped
his horses and assisted her to descend.
She fastened to the gloomy, silent
figure and confronted him.
Rosemary"
II cannot bear this longer, Victor!
l perjured myself to-day for the first
time in my life to save my mother.
She did take the bonds without my
knowledge, and only confessed it to me
when too much alarmed to retain them
in her keeping any longer. Forgive
me and come home, Victor, and for
give my poor, misguided mother, for
my sake!"
The last few words came in gasps,
the slender form sank lower and
lower, a threatening pallor spread
over his SAGE, and before Victor could
put out his arm to save her she had
fallen prone, and the fair head he
loved better than his life, was in the
dust at his feet.
Victor took her home, bitterly re-
GREETING his rash action. He might
have had a severe illness, brought on
by neglect of body and torment of
mind, if Rosemary had not anticipated
him; but she lay critically ill so long
that he perforce, forgot himself; and,
after a time, health and happiness re-
turned to the home now permanently
divorced from so costly mother-in-
Blade.
The Lady Teacher.
You can tell her by her manner
When you meet her on the street,
For she walks as if she meant it,
Treading suuarely on both feet