Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-08-30


And as the broker looks at this pair
otlovers, his heart contracts still
more. They can never belong to
each other. But if he had lived, or
had left a fortune2
The sick man is entirely forgotten.
And heforcibly suppresses his groans
and signs in order not to interrupt
the conversation in the next room,
not to cause the slightest discord in
their low laughter. In the laughter Ut
his wife and daughter, which only to
soon will change into loud sobbing.
Into weeping and lamenting, rs soon
as they hear that all this splendor,
their high living, was empty delusion,
their wealth n many-hued, hollow
soap-hubble; when the furniture, the
beds, and the linen shall be sold at
public auction, and among the bid
ders the low remark shall pass from
mouth to mouth: "He too was
swindlerw They will be driven out
of these apartments that have grown
so dear to them; and into the cellars,
in which they will then live, none OF
these guests here will follow them,
not one; and, in spite of his great
love, the faithful admirer will disap-
pear from the side of the girl.
4 light was brought in; the ply
stefan had arrived.
Nothing of moment" said he
The woman went out with him.
will he recover" she asked brief
ly.
Certainly answered the physi-
clan.
"When?"
I'm a week-that is-are you cour-
lgeous?"
''Of course VIII he die?"
The physician stared at the wom-
an.
In week or two. it is quite Ger
tain. Be prepared.
"Nhat does the doctor say?" ask
ed the husband.
Nothing Ny monthly allow
ance is at an end. What ami to
do? Are you expecting money!"
NO. My affairs are wound up"
"And what is to become ofus3"
The sick man gave an agonized
moan.
The woman continued:
I'VE must pawn something"
But WHAT"
Securities from the safe.
The broker sat up in his bed, and
gurgled in u hoarse, stifled voice:
"They do not belong to me-"
'''To whom else?"
"'The count intrusted them to me
to speculate with"
You will return them as soon as
you are well. !"
Il shall never be well again"
"And ifnot9 Hestill has enough"
"It is his property"
"And what is to become of u.s."
Convulsive weeping was the answer,
but the woman was not satisfied
with tine answer.
'Beggars?"
'Beggarsp
81, your daughter, your children"
CAN of you!'
"And is this right"
"And is this right?" This dread
full reproach kept ringing in the
ears of the sick man. and is this
right?' the woman repeated ten
times a day. First she whispered it:
then she shrieked it with a shrilI
voice. Filled with these merciless
words was the night which brought
no refreshing slumber to the poor
dropsy-ridden man, but only terriiy-
ing darkness. Now and then he
would raise himself from his sick-bed
with miraculous strength, and steal
into the adjoining room where his
youngest precious one slept, pro-
foundly and happily; he would crawl
up to the bed and nestle his prickly
face close up to the little, smooth
cheeks and sob-softly. Sometimes
the child awuke and started in fear,
for the ugly sick father terrified him.
Then like kicked dog the broker
would creep back to his couch, and
again the cruel words would lacerate
and torture him with unspeakable
pain.
And is that right?"
The next day his condition was
worse. His stomach was bloated,
like a leather bag; he could no longer
lie down, and he breathed with diff
ficuity.
Il haveno money for the market, !"
said the woman.
On this day the first paper securi-
ty was taken to the pswn-shop. The
proceeds lasted for several days.
But as they were about to take the
second paper, there came a let.
ter from the count. He wrote: II
have heard that you are i'll. Now
must admit Josef, that you have
served me most honestly, but there is
no knowing what may happen. My
secretary will come to you tomorrow
in order to remove the securities"
The woman had been reading the
letter to him.
"WeIl?" she asked.
"They must be given to him when
he comes"
! And is this right"
Again these words. II is not till
noon that the broker answers. First
he lisps it to himself.
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