Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-05-15
HIS ENEMY.

The train had come and gone, and
brought only one passenger. Marian
turned her face quickly away as she
caught sight OF the 1.-the, manly figure.
and began to busy herself with the
carriage robes.
Eugene Land., for Eugene Landt it
was. happened to be the one human
being toward whom Miss Hanford felt
strong aversion. The faint was in
her blood. no doubt, for her father
and his had been sworn enemies and
contestant. at law, and TO the final
triumph of John Landt was due the
change from wealth to poverty that
had fallen on Hugh Haniord, and left
his only and motherless child to a
hard fight with fortune. Marian had
always believed that sorrow and dis.
appointment had caused her fathers
sudden death. She could not look at
the Landt mansion. nor at anything
that bore the hated name, without
exceeding bitterness OF spirit.
She had a home in her uncle's house,
and taught the district school
Every one was sorry for Hantord's
pretty daughter. Mr.. Hanford's pref.
ty daughter did not seem to be sorry
Tor herself. She kept her head up and
laced the world bravely. When Eu-
gene Landt returned from his five
years sojourn abroad he came to
her alphabetically one day on somo
trifling business connected with the
school and held out to her the hand
OF fellowship. She comported herself
with such pride and cold dignity that
his first visit was his last. Nor did he
venture to bow to her Oh the street
again. He had known her since child.
hood, had been her playmate and
classmate. hut he taught himslf now
to pass her by like stranger.
At the first glimpse of her enemy,
as we have said. Marian became deep.
ly occupied in the reimbursement OF her
carriage robe. keeping her face careful
~ averted from the tall figure that
was striding up and down the plat.
form. She was waiting for Jake. the
station hand, to pack the wagon floor
behind her with some bags that had
come for her uncle, Reub, by the noon
express. 1t was showing fast and
furiously; the flakes were whirlng
quicker and quicker in wild gusts OF
wind from the northeast. An hour
ago even no one could have forescen
such Il storm, but here it was in Ill
it's splendid strength and fury, blot
ting out the far landscape, and max.
ing even the near distance wavcring
and ,ndistinct. There was no other
vehicle at the station besides Marian's
little open carriage. and no other hu.
man being to be seen but the dcllber-
ate Jake and the one other individual
whom Marian declined to see.
'Thank you, Mr.. Slower, very, very
much" The soft light voice was
sweet as silver bell.
as it all right now? EVERYTHING
in? Do you think" doubtingly, "that
it would be OF any use to raise nv
umbrella" She can scarcely see
Jake's face through the hurrying
flakes.
mo ma'am. not one Bit" was the
prompt reply. "You best jest git
along quick-rhat's all. This storm
amt goin' to be no lighter fore morn
in. tn be heavier blamed sight
nor you think for. Gene Landt."
leaning for ward confdentially, "he's
in q fix. His folks don't know he
wero comm. No ono nin't here to
NEE; him. He dunno what to do"
"Oh." said Marian, coldly. She
gave her robe an extra tuck and shook
her vel! GU: once more before tying it
across her face; and then it appeared
that Mr.. Slower had been misled on
the information he had Just vouch.
sailed. Mr.. Landt knew exactly what
to do. He came across the platform
with his quick, light step. touched his
fur cap and said gayly:
"Friend, neighbor, Christian, may I
beg you to give me a lit as far as you
are voins-that is. if it be anywhere in
the direction OF Now Church? l am
unfortunate. Ah," he said. in genuine
surprise. at is Miss Haniord." and
then he paused.
"Um, why she 90 alltho way to New
Church." said Jake, obligingly. "She
80 past your door, Mist Gene. You
mir i'll luck"
"ies." said Marian, in a clear voice
that had moro chill III it than the
biting wind itself. Certainly l pass
your door. Mr.. Landt."
And then, poor girl. she was con-
strained to make room for him and
to feel in the midst OF her anger and
despair that she was sheltered by his
strong figure from the worst violence
OF the storm, and must be more or
less comIoltcd despite her detestation
by his near presence through the long
and drecry rifle that lay before them.
go on now! you amt got u second
to lose" said Jake. cncouracincly.
This is going to be- a blizzard. this is.
Night. Miss IIaniord; I'm good and
glad Mist Genes along o ye."
But the friendly remarks OF Mr..
Slower were blown rudcly from his
lipe and did not reach the ears ior
which they were intended, and in an
other moment Marian and Eugene
were speeding away through the gath.