Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1889-11-15

Business, my dear, business, " said
| Mr.. Elliott, in an artificial manner.
"I'll explain some day. Business is
| business. Now, be quiet and COM
Portable, like a good girl. Good
night"
He tried to kiss her, but she push
ed him away. Then he took his hat
and overcoat and left the house with
"a little laugh not like his own.
Hardly had hepassed the threshold
when his wife sprung to her feet, slip
ped on an ulster that hung in closet
in the dining room hall, donned lit
tie round cap and gray veil, and
| sneaked out of the basement door
sneak was the word.
"She's following him this time"
said Rosa to the cook.
Jealous again." said cook.
81 guess he's giving her reason"
said Rosa.
cts something dreadful" said
cook, "the way married men go on. :"
Meanwhile Mrs. Elliott lurked in
the shadow of the stone balustrades
and saw that her husband stood I'M
der the gas-lamp at the corner ex-
aiming the note which he had re-
ceived
Well, wherever he went there also
she would go. Whosoever he might
meet should also meet her. This
was the end of everything, the finale.
But she would not weep-she would
have long years for that She would
behave as an insulted wife should.
He was about to enter a car; she
also hailed it, An ulster and a
thick veil reduce all women
to one level. He would not
know her even if he saw her. She
sat in her corner and saw that he
stood on the platform smoking.
Which way the car was going she
scarcely noticed He left it at last
and entered another; so did she.
Again he smoked on the platform,
but at last Fort Ice ferry!" shouted
the conductor and she followed her
husband into a ferry-boat. 1t was
dark, and though it did not rain the
air was full of moisture. There
were very few people upon the boat,
but several of them were brutal-look-
ing men, and they stared at her,
seeming to wonder at her thick veil.
She had forgotten her gloves
and her small, white hands
glistened with rings, some of them
very valuable.
AS she left the ferry and, follow
ing her husbands figure, CT ossed
the great track of q railroad she
/ trembled with terror. AS he ascend
/ ed the bluff she killed her skirts and
| followed.
Who could Clara be? What man.
ner of woman was she to appoint a
a rendezvous like this? 1t was a
nasty, slippery, unpleasant place.
There was drinking saloon hard by
which seemed to be full ofrough men.
She drew so Hear to her husband that
she could have touched his coat as
they passed this place, but he did not
look around. And now it began to
rain in earnest, and the road they
had turned into scanned to be two
feet deep with mud, and still Mr..
Elliott marched on. At last a fright
full thing occurred to Lizzie. She
wore upon her feet pair of patent
leather ties, and with all this climb
ing and straining of the shoes the
ribbons had come undone. Suddenly
the mud caught at them with that
curious power of suction which mud
seems to have at times, and the
shoes came off In vain she felt
around for them; they seemed to
have vanished. Just then:
"Halloo!" said q voice near her;
whats the matter with you, young
woman"
"I-nothingl" gasped Mrs. Elliott.
A large policeman stood before her.
''This ant no place for young wom-
en- to be kiting around alone"
said the policeman. Its dangerous
ifyou're decent girl What's hap
pened? Lost YOURSELF"
no." said Mrs Elliott, "I'm not
alone; there's my husband Frank
Frank! Frankr'
Mr.. Elliott turned and walked back.
Left you behind did Lizzie?" he
said.
you're mighty careful husband,
said the policeman, Il do think, and
STROBE away.
Then Mr.. Eliot who was a strong
man. simply picked his little wife up
in his arms and carried her back to the
grounds which encircled the tavern.
Here he set her down upon a wooden
! platform. Then for a moment he
vanished and returned with q glass
of wine, which he made Mrs. Elliott
drink.
'I've hired a cab" he said "we'll
drive back to the ferry. It's too
stormy night to go looking for
Clara; besides, she's thousands of
miles away"
''Claral' cried Mrs Elliott. "Don't
speak of Clara-how dare you?"
"She very nearly ruined me, my
dear. threw away lots of money
on her." said Mr. Elliott, but she is
looking up now. My dear, | know
you've been rummaging my pockets
and reading my letters for two years,
but | only found out what you sus-
pected when my mother told me
that you had asked her if / had ever
known lady named Clara before
met you"
ooh, Frank, don't try to deceive
mel' sobbed Lizzie. 81 read the
note the woman left tonight-I-"
ooh, / knew it," said Mr.. Elliott;