Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-07-12

masked adventures, Irene. or else
her acting was superb, for her eyes
grew dim with tears; but the next mo-
ment she said with impatient scorn-
" 'Bah-you know the rest! Why
should | make long story of it? /
was weary of myself and my old name,
the public that once adored had Kissed
me from the stage. Why should not
turn my back on Ina Yertuni, and her
stained past and her husband in the
galleys, and begin new life in Estelle
Egerton's name? l did it, and | am
not sorry-the game was worth the
candle while it lasted. But the game
is over, the candle burned out, and
must show that can lose, as well as
win, with q good grace
Il did not answer; was wondering
how should carry through my dtfii-
cult task-what l should say or do
neXt-when she suddenly helped me
with suggestion.
+" Suppose you spare me little
while, Mr.. Martineau9 You are great
enough to be merciful here. Does
Irene Gerard know my story?'
=" No; have not written, or spok-
en- to, or seen her yet
4" Then promise not to write, not
speak TO, or to see her until am
gone. She is a kind girl; she tried to
welcome and like me, and | have a
fancy to bid her goodbye before l
go.'"
'She did, Dick! She called here
quite early in the morning-on her
way, l suppose to the train
"Yes,n Dick answered, with a
thoughtful nod II met her at the
station by your uncle's wish, and took
her up to town. She had tod him the
whole story-not in my presence-the
night before, and he OF course was
terribly shocked and shaken by the
news; but he had somewhat recovered
when saw him, and on the whole
was wonderfully calm. As for her, |
really believe she delighted to be free.
q i could not have endured your
Ludleigh much longer; and shall not
starve now, She said, with candid pleas
ure, when the solicitor informed her
of the liberal provision with which
your uncle proposed to purchase free
dom and peace. 'Mr, Martineau, you
may be sure shall abide by my bar
gain, and always look upon you as my
best friend"
"And that is all?n | asked wistful-
~, as Dick paused.
That is all, dear; and all is we'll so
far-or will be, at least, when the
roses have come back to these poor
pale cheeks. answered Dick fondly.
Poor little Irene, you have had much
to bear! But you took instant re-
venge on those who made you suffer
by giving them this week OF agonized
suspense to live through. Your
mother and have been like crazy
folk; and Mr. Gerard has been so
cruelty anxious about you that / am
sure by this time he has half forgot
ten he ever had a wife
/ laughed, weakly but happily. It
was inexpressibly sweet to be so loved
and petted after that long agony Of
doubt. Through all the after DAYS,
do not think that my faith in Dick
ever wavered for a moment again.
By-and-by uncle Archie came, with
his kind grave face and anxious eyes,
and knew that what Dick had said
was true; his great fear that he had
killed me had almost put the other
trouble out of his mind. | think his
brief experience OF married life al
ready began to seem to him nothing
more than the haunting memory OF an
ugly dream.
1--WE shall all forget It in time. >
mother declared comfortably even
the Ludleigh gossips will, by and bye.
Oh, yes, you may shake your head,
Irene-and / admit they are a tena-
cious set OF peopIe-but they will let
even this subject drop-say in a year
or two. After all, they know so little:
and now that they cannot possibly
pretend, as they did at first, that she
had eloped with Dick, and they proba-
bly, think in their hearts, though they
would die rather than spoil good
story by admitting it, that nothing
worse than fit Of temper has sepa-
rated the Squire and his wife-that
at any moment we may have her back
at Ludleigh again"
did not answer-not because was
convinced, far from it, but because at
that moment | heard the click Of the
garden gate, and saw my uncle and
my lover coming up the path, talking
together like father and son. After
all, what did It matter while we four
understood one another, and were
happy? All the tongues OF the Cos
sips in Ludleigh were free to wag and
speculate and conjecture on the
threadbare subject Of UNCLE Arches
WIFE. THE EyD.
Wisdom is Silence.
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