The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-04-27

far from solution as ever.
| As Ethel is bordering this heav
problem, d little quicker on he
pretty brow, step was heard q
the stair, and some one is whistling
The song that reached my heart.
| 1t occurs to her that it is the yer,
song Electra SO often sings. She ha
grown to call her teacher Electra a
Miss Maur's own request. But this
her song, being whistled by SOM
unknown, and on their own stair
the very air seems full of mystery
And there he is, at the very thres
hold ofmamma sdoor. Can anything
be more delightful. Areal live burg
lar, dark lantern, mask and all coult
not hold d candle 10 this audaciou,
creature.
A cry of Joy greets her ear from Mrs
st. Johns apartment as she stand.
peering into the dusky light of tn,
hall.
what does it mean? Ali | hay,
it. Tis he!'' she murmurs, under hpl
breath.
A scnmpering of footsteps dowr
the corridor, n bipHthless little Wis
ion with blue eyes and golden locks
in lovely disorder, and she is in hel
mothers boudoir and into her broth.
er's arms.
'Oh, Tom! did yon get my tele-
gram? How good of you to answer
in person my hasty summons; but
that's Il secret between you and me, y
she says, all in a breath, and all this
time she takes silent note Of the
many changes the years have
brought to her brother, while he,
seated with his sister and mother
near him, relates the wonders of his
travels and his great joy to be at
home again-this last with Il sigh
and look of pain.
"Now, why that sigh and that
look of pain in the eyes that were
wont to be so gay?" Ethel ponders
this deeply as she observes Tom with
careful eyes and listens,
Grasping the situation she almost
springs from her seat In her desire to
solve this troubled uncertainty and
bring again these two together, who
no doubt, have met and loved lid
parted. -"
81 have it'll" sle--5It last exclaims
aloud i'll her aagerness interrupting
her brother in a graphic desc1 iption
of some tremendous exploit.
"Why, Ethel what has come to
your and Tom laughs almost his
old musical laugh at her attitude. as
she pauses at the door, one pretty
pink palm turned toward him, while
she waves the other in imitation ola
fairy god-mother, and says, with
more meaning than he compreliends:
Il will be the good genius and re-
store things to proper shape agnin.
and hearts that are now grieved shall
rejoice, for weeping ehdureth but a
night, JOY come !. in the morning"
''Now, Electra she is saying in
the privacy of Miss Maur's room,
mot this dark dress, but this one,
this treasure of art, with this lace
and no jewels-only roses, these pure
white roses, notpurer than yourself"
"Ah, no! not that dress-not that
dress of nil others. Why do you
choose it?' and Electra stands with
palpitating heart, lips white drawn,
and eyes full of troubled woe. "That
dress, Toms fay orite dress-the one
he so loved to see me inp' she says
in low tones, but not SO low her lis
tener does not catch her words, al
though she hadrly gasps their mean
ing as yet, and as she stands her
pretty brows in a pucker, Electra
starts forward and lays her hand on
her companion s arm and asks:
"Thy do you wish me to appear
in that dress tonight
"Why?" says Ethel, startled by
the others intensity. "Why? Oh, |
just had a wish-a desire to see you
SO arrayed, and you never denied me
before, with a little pout.
"Ah, wellF' moving to chair near,
"What does it matter? All is over,
yeti feel that all is not at an end.
My heart bids me hope, Ethel turn
ing to her, ''come here, let me kiss
you. l have never dared kiss you,
yet love you SO, There, darling
girl-how much your eyes are like
but there never mind me. Well, be
my maid for tonight, then, and robe
as you wish"
Now, do | in the least satisfy
vou?" Electra says, the dressing
completed, she stands with clasped
hands and proud, uplifted head, a
woman beyond compare in her gown |
Of flowing draperyroses at her throat |
,nl nesting in her wonderful hair. |
Was ever so faultless?
'Ies, you do. You are the most |
woman living, and to
merely look at you is JOY indeed.
But now to the music room. | want |
NY song before We go into dinner
Mamma will not be ready yet" ami |
away she springs, arriving at and
holding the door ajar for Electra to
inter as she comes inner slow, grace
nj fashion. After n soft sweet pre-
ude the song arises and fills the
Dom and floats out and up the
road stairs, and at length reaches
Toms ear.
In an instant it seems he is down
he stairs with two bounds and is at
he door, doubt and wonder upon
i'm. He stands transfixed, and, as
he song ceases, Electra, forgetful of
II save her sorrow and loss, drops
Ter head upon her outstretched arms,
nth n low cry of, tom, oh, Tom,
Thy did you fail me?"
With one bound Tom is at her side,
is arms around her, his warm, pas
ionate kisses on her hair, her brow,
erlips.
Electra! my wife!" he says, ooh,
iod, thank Thee that Thou hast
iven me back my wife, my treasure,
ny very life"
Electra, after the first shock of
weetest Joy, drawing herself gently
ON his embrace. asks:
GLOW did it all happen, Toni How