Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-12-21

re an epiOe oi all thab lies be-
Tween lis, ] could live forever on your
love, from the world apart, If love
was all. oh, Vera, Veral'' And throw
ing himself into chair he covered
his face with his hnnds.
How long he sat he knew not. brt
when he looked again his eyes met
iera's. Hers bore the look one sees
IN a wounded fawn's when hunted to
the death.
Vera, ! can endure this no longer.
ohmy love, my beautiful love! Some
time, darling, we can meet and be
all we cannot be now"
Vera came across tho room, and,
laying her hands on his breast, looked
up intohis face.
Guy, you have sealed my lips, but
ilovegou, and shall loveyou forever
lie kissed her forehead sadly, slow
", as we earess our dead, and so
they parted.
The winter season opened without
the leadership of Vera ColIinsbee, for
she had withdrawn from society after
a long illness during which her life
was despaired of. But her illness
had only left her more beautiful than
ever, with an added charm in the
new expression that had come into
her face. A prominent artist was
heard TO remark that "the soul had
been awakenedin Vera collinsbee."
Butwhile alladmitted theresult, no
one save Paul Hartman was in any
way cognizant of the cause. After
Guys hasty departure, in reply to a
question. she said:
Your friend and mine has gone,
Paul. Hove him, and he loves me,
but we are parted as relentlessly as
il the grave lay between us"
He never questioned her again,
only grew more tender to her than
before. And except that he received
lew hurried lines from Guy, written
on board an outward bound steam
Oh, he had no tidings Of him.
As for Guy, he was roaming, not
where fancy led, but where bitter
| thoughts drove him. Strive as he
would against it, he could never
close his mind TO one picture-Yera,
SO beautiful. but with such an ex.
preston of agony in those exquisite
eyes Of hers as seemed to drive him
mad. And II that were not enough
he had the ceaseless longing of his
heart 10 contend against.
He had told her he loved her, and
he did. He loved only as strong men
men--men who have not frittered
away their heart upon fancies, chang,
ing with each new lair face. Hecould
recall every moment he had spent
with her. the poems they had read
the songs they sung together; every
glance, and every tone of her voice
| Once he felt he must yield; the pain
and constant repression were wear
ing his life away. lie even went &c
far ne topack everythingu prepare
tory TO a return, when, as he tool
up newspaper 10 wraparound some
thing, his eyes fell upon an ominoui
notice. All rushed back on him in q
food. Arnim. his betrayal, his death
Vera, and his own treachery to thu
memory OF the dead.
"Arnim. Arnim, forgive mel" HI
cried, and felt like one condemned.
He sat for hours, hutwhen he arosC
he mad stern purpose in his heart
Hewas still going,not TO she woman
he loved, hut to the friend who had
loved her.
The simple villagers were delighted
"A fine monsieur, an EnglishmGn-
or was he nm American?-well the!
are as much alike--had come t
| live with them. He was SO distin
guished, so rich, it was n pity he wa
so III.
"He was not i'll, only wanted per
feet quiet" he managed to make hi
foauacious though good-natureC
hostess understand. And in a short
time they left him to himself.
ale spent the most OF his time by
Arnim's grave, feeling as ifhe were il
some measure making atonement.
Fortunately even for the best an'
wisest of us
By unseen cords hand divine
Always our lie u Leading;
lptluen ,cs unfelt incline
Each days proceeding.
The mystic power that shapes events
| IL silent ia their molding,
But through all planssand accidents
IL unfolding.
He received an urgent summons T.
return to America and attend TO th
affairs Of young cousin, whose hus
bnnd had died suddenly. He wen
nj once. and though he tried to ban
ish Il his one thought was Vera Col
insbee.
He even looked for her when h
sprunc to the shore, and chided him
self MS he did it. Vera, his beautiful
Vera, on that dirty wharf Seated i
the train that was bearing him IN
lnnd he gave himself up to the dea
delight of dwelling on the happy day
that had fled.
How it happened no one knows
hut among the names in next morn
inp's Times, in the column marked
upndly wounded, was "Guy Mark