Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-11-23

very happy 1 nave peci, l.sa
ricIes ifyou think | can DO so glaa
at Thought ofjewels or fine raimeht
-"
The words broke, sobs eho1Ged
her; and, turning from him. she hur-
riei to the door. ,,
"cIyde CLYDE, how could you?" his
mother cried, impulsiyely Are
Won blind that you do not know
Elaine has loved you since she was a
child" -
Blind? Yes, he had been so; hut
with what shock had sight come
10 him. Well, all shocks are beneilc'
ial to the nun whose love dream
has but Knocked him; and hearts
when thew ache most sorely, may l@
nearest the rebound.
CLYDE crossed the ocean, found al
ms represented, sent for his mother
and Elaine, and remained for three
wears in England. Then wishing Tor
d sight of his natiyeland, found him
self ON board IA steamer bound LOT
America.
If he thought OF inez Lake at all,
as he stood alone on deck, the hrat
night after they had lost sight OF
land, it was with halt smile. And
vet when he turned his eyes from the
water, and saw her crossing the deck
toward him, with the olden grace in
her every movement, the olden smile
ON her rcd Inns. his face lost color,
and for an instant it seemed as Il be
thought within his heart the love he
had deemed lifele4s stirred,
lit is pleasant 70 meet again,
CLYDE. she said. extending "A soft
ieweled hand. I'VE ure both return
ing TO America utter absence,
II did not know you had leit IL, =
hesaid, coldly.
"Oh, yes. when married MIR Nane
coaxed him TO take me abruad,and
he did so. We Travelled for IA year,
and then-you know he died ~
Naples eleven months ago."
Clyde looked down upon her with
eyes MS cold and hard as steel:
She had married Royal EaEc; he
had idolized her; aud size told Of his
death, in n foreign land, rs even oi
voice, ascalm oi tnce, rs though she
spoke Of the fudiug Of u flower,
And such cold crcnturee could
break the hearts and mar the lives 81
mem
Nay, It was memory, not love, that
had stirred In his breast. His love-
his tender, precious loye--wass sitting
beside his mother surrounded by
men-as shc had been wherever her
dark face had been ssan, since size
went with him across the sea--and
he knew that no beat OF her heart no
smile Of erlips, was for any Of them:
she was, his loving aud true, as In the
old days she had been, when b. had
passed her for the siren nj his side.
II did not know. he snid at last.
81 thought you did not, she an.
swered. softly, tor you sent me no
word. ] have heard OF you. clyde.
and know that you urc still free.
also, am free tonight, We are no
longer poor.
II love was not utterly dead for her
in his henri, would it not have III,
dart Of death in il then then, when
she came To him with the wenlth Of
unmourned dead in her hands. with
which she tnin would gild It's thorn.
pierced foreheud1
They told you was still Irrs?" IL
said slowly, his whole mnnly soul
revolving from the task before hun,
They did not tell you truly, then.
Tor ! am bound, bv q love 10 strong
and tender that NIL past taneie4
blanch to nothing beside II. When
my hands were empty, / was richer
than | knew-rich in life's best riches
When fortune came to me, | began
to realize that 1t was not the love nv
wealth could purchase that | wanted
but the love TINT would be mine Wers
| a beggar in the streets. 'Tis Inine
tonight, Mrs. Vnne. and yonder 4
the girl who has given il TO mo
VINO hasmy whole heart in hpr keen.
Ing; Let me present yon TO her. +"
she bent her fair head and turned
at his side in silence.
II there was a regret in her brenrt
it was not for the dead husband
whom she had lett under the grasses
OF Naples. And If her dainty hrc
was pnler than usual, il only proved
That IN the most selfish heart thern
is spot which can be touched nnd
made to culver with keen agony Of
pain. "
lie led her to Elaine and introdnc.
cd the two. And when lnez mot tho
sunny, upward glance Of Elnine's
dark eyes, she did not wonder tbnt
her own spells had fallen from (lvdo's
heart beneath their splendor
she i lovelier than t." she told
herself. bitterly. 'o'u
Ana 1t did not dawn upon her tbat
10 was something nobler. wortbior
less transient than that beauty which
nad won Clyde Harris. -Satur,lnv
Night. u'uay
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