Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-02-08
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termined to do otherwise.
can | my brothers keeper" was
the text. Clear and distinct were the
words of the speaker. The first
words had caused my heart to beat
wildly. How like that voice of long
ago-that rich, soft voice that
pleaded for my Lowell l listened like
one in dream, until | raised my
eyes to see before me--Robert Pres
ton.
Yes, Robert Preston. Changed, to
be sure; not the bright, boyish face
of long ago. There were lines oil
care and suffering on it now, while
the dark hair was streaked with sill.
yer.
Was Kathleen deadl / wondered.
had he given up his practice? Was
he happy? Fifty different queries
crowded upon my memory. Why had
fate thrown us once more together
after my bitter struggle to forget?
One thing was determined upon. !
must leave the village. | dared not
trust myself further. Reason as |
would, my heart told me that | loved
him still
1t was all over. could hear the
whispered comments of the worship
pers on the eloquence of the new Gu
rate. The singers were chanting in
that nasal, drawing tone so natural
to village choirs, and still l sat
dreaming.
"Are you coming?" asked my com
panion; chen, as Iarose mechanically
to obey. Don't you like him,
Miss Kenwood? Do tell me! You
listened attentively, and once, as |
looked at you, | thought you were
going to faint away, you looked so
pale. Are you i'll. ?"
Eyes, like him." / added aloud.
while my heart whispered, "God pity
me, love himl"
We were out once more in the
bright sunshine, coming quite unA:-
pectedly upon a little group composed
of the Weather members of the
congregation gathered around the
new curate. They had learned that
he was man of wealth and standing.
choosing his calling as a matter OF
taste. Some one-I think it was the
pastors wife-presented me to him.
Our eyes met, our hands touched, as
resting those serious eyes upon me,
he said:
Il have had the pleasure of meet
ing Miss kenwood before"
| cannot tell how it happened that
we We're all walking out through the
churchyard to the highway, and
found myself alone with Robert. He
was the first to break the silence. 1t
panied me to think it was acommon-
place remark.
"How is Kathleen" | asked en-.
deavoring to show him how little |
cared for the past, and how, without
betraying the slightest emotion, |
could inquire after his wife's health.
Kathleen" he looked dazed at
the question.
II believe she is Esll but not happy,
poor girl "
He believed she was well. How
strange! Had he grown weary OF
her as of me? Was he utterly de-
void of honor?
'.Not happy" said, as l toyed
neryously with the roses in my bod
ice. "She should be very happy as
as-your wife, j faltered.
AS my wife" he gazed in blank
amusement. "Did you--oh Matte.
you have judged me wrongly. |
never married Kathleen"
He looked lilse man upon whom
a sudden truth had dawned, or one
accused of a great wrong who could
prove his innocence.
1t was in the twilight before service
that he told me it all. The notice
concerning Robert Preston and wife
had referred to his cousin. He had
entered the ministry from choice, as
he had come into a large fortune
through tie death ofhis uncle. True,
he admired Kathleen as man would
admire a beautiful woman, but he new
er entertained the slightest feeling Of
love for her.
The scene in the orchard was but
little ruse gotten up by Robert and
Kathleen to excite my jealousy, little
dreaming of the serious result.
Kathleen made most unfortunate
match, like most beautiful women,
making poor selection from her
many suitors. Poor girl. what
dear, kind letter she sent to us, telling
how happy she was to hear we were
Just to think of it," said Mrs.
Briggs. ''He came back to her after
the other girl had given him the nit
ten. | wouldn't take him. Would
your"
We can afford to laugh at her idle
gossip, we are so happy, Robert and
/. | smile proudly to think that
without setting my cap" Ihave cap
tured the new curate, after all.
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