Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1889-09-27
Suspicion of an Hour.

I 81 should never be tormented b
: any causeless jealousy! / shout,
know by instinct if affection remain
ed loyal or had become faithless
, And would have vengeance, swift
, sure, and deadly, upon any woman
who should come between me ant
my love"
How long ago was it that beauti
Iul 1sadora Dustan had uttered
those terrible words?
Lorene Gaverock could not quite
remember. lie only knew the words
had been spoken in the days while
they were yet happy-in the delicious
days before II chilling, blighting,
overwhelming shadow had drifted
between their two hearts,
But how well he remembered her
every look, every infection of her be-
loved voice, as she spoke!
How her blue, beautiful eyes had
kindledl How witchingly the rich
color had glowed and faded on her
soft, round cheeks! How erect and
high she had held her lovely head!
what passionate intensity there had
been in those accents of sweetest
magicl How like a queen OF tragedy
she had looked at that moment!
lie remembered, too, how he had
drawn her into his arms, How he
had kissed the quivering, fragrant
mouth of his darlingl How he had
laughed at her tragic speech
1t had seemed SO strange, uttered
by one so always gentle and graci-
Gus, by one so endowed with every
womanly grace and dignity
His lisa, STOPPING to common NOR
tai iealousiesl His lisa seeking trag-
ic vengeance for common human
wrongs
The Idea had seemed absurdl Such
notion he had laughed to scorn.
But now the words haunted him.
AS he paced up and down, to and
fro, along the secluded walk beneath
the nodding lilac plumes the strange
speech occurred to him again and
again.
"And | would have vengeance
swift, sure, and deadly, upon any
woman who should come between
me and my love-"
And as he recalled the rpecch he
Would lsadore with all her angelic
graces, all her saintlinese of soul and
deed, would lisa seek vengeance up
on pretty, foolish, coquettish Media
For Loerne Gaverock, reluctantly
and with bitterest pain, was forced
TO confess the truth to his own heart
A fierce jealousy, whether causual or
otherwise, had been aroused TO tort
lre lsadore Dustan well-nigh into
madness.
HE had become courteous to pref
y Media Wavnel-but no man could
lelp being sol
The girls big baby eyes, her little
hrs of childish helplessness, her coax
ng tones and confiding little smiles.
somehow appealed to all II mans
sallantry in spite of himself
Media had appreciated his atten-
ions, just as she did those of every
nan who came near her.
lie knew now that all these things
lad been torture unutterable to the
'roud and sensitive lisa.
But he had believed lisa wiser, clear {
+ of mental vision He believed, too. :
hat she had n perfect faith-a faith
s enduring as life itselt-in his
ruth. He had never believed that 5
he could misjudge his feelings and I
his conduct.
And yet her faith which he had be- '
eyed so perfect and abiding, that
nth had dissolved like II vapor. and I
er love, too-that had persisted like Il
mist in the morning. She had.
idged him false, tickle, and incon- Il
tant. c
I'VE have been mistaken in each
Their. You are tree-frce to WOO. II
in, and wed Media Wayne or any
ther,' she had said to him only a y
W mornings ago. II
And that offer of freedom was the
rst intimation he had of Isas ieal- Il
usy.
This saint, whom he had believed J.
lperior to any human weakness l
lis saint had stepped down from her y
lrine. a
For an instant she had permitted u
m to look into her heart, and he
I'd discovered a heart all human 81
ter all.
This goddess had stepped down W
ON her pedestal; with every word o.
I'd glance and movement she had
vealed herself as but an earthly la
ortal whom love had made blind.
So blind, so weak, so unwise and Sc
llful, that she would vouchsafe him b'
ither time nor opportunity for ex- M
anation. h'
She had released him, placed the
trothal hoop of pearls and gold
thin his reach; then, before he could
ter SO much as a single syllable, ca
q was mona Il