The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-03-16
LOVE AND HATE.
Or
90 LITTLE CHILD SHALL LEAD THEa,,
Il ANNIE Foster.
CHAPTER /,


from the ivy-grown tower eff the Old
Catholic church where ycsternight, al
the same time, the glorious Mass Of
the Nativity was being sung with III
the beautiful ritual that telohgs oil
right to service one is SO rarely
privileged to assist at in these days.
Waltham Hall, a grand old n,aasion
adjoining the church, had been all
day long bright and gay with the
Christmas rejoicings, but now most
of the guests who were staying in
the house had retired. In the
library the master of the home stood
confronting his only brother, just
two years his junior. He, the elder,
James Faverche, folded his arms,
and still keeping his eyes Axed oh
his brothers |ace said, with his
voice full Of fury: "Tell it me again,
-ifyou dare, you scoundrel." Bern
ards countenance wore q panied yet
startled look, and his voice shook
somewhat-uot with fear, but emo
ton, az he questioned
James, why are you like this? l
came to you first with my happi=
ness, even before telling our mother.
"And how dare yed Haunt
your happiness III my face
when you have wrecked miner"
GLOW have wrecked yours9 Dc
you not know me well enough to
to know that your happiness is as
much to me as my own?"
"Iou lie! Supplanter!'
"You are my brother, and I will
not give you back the lie," Bernard
said, and his fair FACE grew deadly
pale as he struggled inwardly to
curb his temper; but James was not
master of himself, his naturally hasty
temper was no longer under control,
and he poured out a torrent of wild
words, even such as a mailman might
use. Why did the day of all days in
the year set in such q storm Of strife
between these two brothers? Or
rather, why did the elder give way to
such gush of passion worthy only
of one who no longer held the reins
of reason? To answer these ques-
tions We must digress somewhat
from our story.
A half-a-mile from Waltham Hall,
just on the other side OF the belt of
woodland that bounded the park on
the east side, stood Alverstan Chase
that for long ages had belonged to
the Alyerstans; there were Alver-
STAINS who helped to beat back the
Danes into the North Sea, Alverstans
who stood staunch to the House of
Cerdic, Alverstans that the Norman
Conquerer found it wiser to propiti-
ate than to crush, Alvcrstans who
through every change that came
upon their country, remained true
to their Faith and loyal to their
Monarch. For some years, now, the
last of that long line was a female,
Margaret Rene Alverstan, who since
the death other father had been under
the guardianship OF the late master
of Waltham Hall and his wife. After
Margaret's education had been COM
pleted, she had resided alternately
with relatives on her mothers side
and with the Faverches, in accord
ance with the wishes of her deceased
parent; she had, as one may naturally
suppose, seen good deal of the sons
of her guardians, and had learned to
look upon them as brothers; not as
a sister, however, had the two broth
ers regarded her recently, though
each ofthem had so carefully guarded
his secret that when Bernard sought
his brother on Christmas night and
asked him to congratulate him on
having won Maggie's affections, he
was not prepared for the wild out
burst of anger with which his COM
was received.
James's anger at length seemed to
have spent itself, but he still stands
with tightly folded arms like one
who seems to fear what he might-be
tempted to do if he Embossed them.
He is tall and dark, with clear-cut
regular features and keen eyes,
which at the present moment are all
aglow with the fire that is raging
within him. OF the two, he is the
but his face lacks the
softer lines that lend a charm to
Demands face. The set ofhis lips at all
times is firm-that kind of firmness
which can degenerate into hardness,
and makes it's possessor, in the long
run, hardest of all to himself. The
curve of his nostrils tells how pride
is a passion unconquered within him
this latter has ever been the line so
marked between the brothers
that all who knew them have nc
guessed in the saying so common
about their home-"Mr. James is a
chip of the old block, and
so is Mr.. Bernard; but Mr.. Bernard's
not proud like his brother" Per-
haps never before in all their lives
had the contrast been SO marked as
it is now-marked as it will never be
again. A log of wood on the wide
hearth sends forth a brighter glow,
and the CLEAN from the fireplace
lights up the low-ceiled library and
gives a warmer tone to the deep red
curtains, and the richly-bound books
look richer in the wood-fire's CLEAN,
The silence is growing painful to one
at least-to Bernard-who can
almost hear his own heart beat; the
clock on the mautel-piece chimes half
after midnight. who's speaks first?"
they seem to be inwardly asking
"James," and Demands voice has