Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1889-12-13
Love and Luore.

the news of his ruin? Malcolm Boyd
asked himself as he entered the door
of his home How would she bear
it--she who had been accustomed to
every luxury, covered with jewels,
clothed like queen? He repeated
the question over to himself with n
groan as he closed the street door
behind him. A light step and she
stood ut his side in all her royal
beauty. Daintily clad, with SHIN
mering diamonds ON her breast and
arms.
The sight of the flashing stones
seemed to madden him. Hear me-"
he cried. "When you offered to
marry me to save your father from
ruin, you honestly said that it was
for my wealth alone, and that you
could never love me. Am right?"
eyes, but"
"Well, you must know the worst.
We are beggars. You can return to
your father, if you will. l tried to win
your love, but l have failed. Twill
not bind you to an unloved, beg
CARED husband. You are free-free"
And before the artled girl could
recover her senses he had staggered
from the room.
With only vague idea why she
did SO, May replaced her ruby velvet
with the plainest black silk in her
wardrobe, put away every trace of
the evenings prospect We pleasure,
and then, as if her heart had only
just reached the solution of it's mis-
cry, she sank down in her chair with
a sobbing moan.
ooh, Malcolm! Malcolm? it was all
true, but it isn't now. / love you.
Oh, l do! dol"
Trying to gain strength and see
what to do. she lay there until the
tiny gilded clock chimed 10, and
then she stood up.
In two hours she had undergone
many changes. Undernea h all her
love of gayety and coquettishness
lay wonderful strength of ,charac-
ter. She had married to save her
father, and tor two years had re.
ceived the devotion-quiet but never
ceasing-ot her husband without
thought of any changes that might
BEGGING on in her own heart. Now
shock had revealed it to her; and
feeling, with wild thrill of Joy that
he still loved her, her first thought
was: What could she do to prove
her love and help him to bear the
blow?
Even as she stood there wondering
where he had gone, and what she
would say when he returned, she
heard movement in the room be
low-his library-and then the street
door shut.
"Oh, he is just going out. He may
be desperate. will follow him and
take back all the cruel words ] said
And snatching long black cloak
she flew down stairs and out of the
front door.
He was just going down the street
with sort of fierce swiltness thai
obliged her to almost run to keeI
up. He glanced back once; but wha1
connection was there in his mind be
tween the creature in black and hi
beautiful, velveted, diamoned wife
whom he now supposed enjoying til,
opera regardless of him, save thai
he was beggar and of no further
use to her?
On he went, up. down and around
as if determined to walk until ex
haustion overcame him. And
keeping him still in sight, tire
lessly she followed. 1t wa
in a narrow street that he a
last paused, and her heart almos
stood still at the sight-before ;
grogshop, which he entered On 1
run she reached the place, looked in
and there he sat, IN little, ugly low
ceiling room, before table, with hi
face in his hands. The next instan
she swung the door noiselesslv open
entered and sat down at the sam
table.
No one else was in the room, bu
Ills order was being prepared in tn
room beyond, where she heard voices
She tried but could not speak; but
as she pushed back the hood of he
cloak, Malcolm Boyd raised his hen
with an angry jerk and looked int
the pale face OF his wife.
MAY! Mayr he muttered, stal
ing at her like man bereft of hi
reason. MAY, Is ityou-you here?
Eyes, Malcolm; lam going to shar
your trouble with you, and if 20
take it so, why, l will, too" she sale
trying to smile.
: But excitement and fatigue maste
ed her. The quivering smile turne
into great, sad tears; she slippe
, right down on the dirty floor besid
, her stupefed husband, put her arm
around him and sobbingly cried:
,, "Oh, Malcolm! Malcolm CON
home What you said to me was a
! true. did not love you but, d'
Oh, l don't care how poor you ar
we can get along some way. Don
drink. Come home with me, and
we love each other it will not be 6
hard"
t "Mayl May" he cried again, bi
now she was in his arms.