Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-04-05

iON q hNihS anu a. pour HNAlS ~ u.s.
too. She is only fairly well educated,
your father would bs disappointed.
and yon-well, you would have to
work hard on nothing n wear till you
built mp u practice. Not an attrac-
tive picture eh?"
ooh, no, indeedW said John-his
inevitable response when there was
nothing to say; sand yet" Here
silence again tell, and Andrew, having
no more to say, yielded TO his friends
mood and was silent also. Present
ly he looked up and around, observ-
ing for the first time the beauty of
their surroundings, and atlength ex-
claimed half aloud, SWELL, that is
curious;" and to his companions
surprised look responded by point
ing out to him two gravestones side
by side little way in front of them.
Look, read there, and see if it
isn't strange" he said. John looked
and saw twoplain whites stones, bear
ing each the same inscription, alike
except as to names and dates. One
of them read; in memory of Mary
De Long, wife of Hon. Edmund l..
Stanwood, died August 7 1872, aged
twenty-three years." and the other:
I'm memory of Mary Farland, wife
of Hon. Edmund l.. Stanwood, died
August z, 1916, aged twenty-seven
years"
Yes, it is strange" said John, at
ter reading the two Inscriptions slow
ly aloud. 1.-TWO Marys, both the
wife of one man, and both dying so
young and so near together! There
must be sad story hidden in those
four yearsl'
Il wonder how many more Marys
there were, !" laughed Andrew, who
was as usual inclined to take things
lightly, "None buried here at any
rate. Probably the third Mary out
lived the good man.
wait said John, here il his
own stone: Edmund L. Stanwood,
died December 10, 1856, aged seven
ty-five years Just think oft. For
ty years after the death ofthe second
Mary. Howinteresting to learn their
history"
''Oh, very" laughed Andrew; and
he was going on with his Jest in spite
of his friends seriousness, when he
was interrupted BY a voice behind
them.
Pardon me, but could not help
overhearing you" 1t was the gen.
tleman who had been sitting under
the tree, unseen by them.
Il have been sitting here quite near
you, though you did not see me.
You seem so interested in my fathers
history that perhaps can enlighten
you"
The two friends hastily apologized
for their unwilling impertineuee. FOR
which there was no need. however,
as the newcomer had enjoyed their
discontinue sufficiently to atone for
any displeasure he might have felt.
With an amused smile he said to An
drew, "You are mistaken about there
being a third Mary" and then more
seriously, my father lived alone after
my mothers doarh-forty years
alone"
'Then you are Mary Farland's
son" said John now thoroughly in
yes, said tine stranger. 81 am
Mary Farland's only child. She died
when was born"
The three stood silent n moment,
and then the stranger, turning to
John, said with feeling: "You said
a moment ago, while | was unavoid-
ably listening, that it would be in
to know the history OF
those who lie there. will tell you if
you like. 1t is n story that helped
me when sorely needed it," And
then, at Johns earnest acquiescence,
the stranger, seating himself between
the two, began:
my father told M ON his denth-
bed. Had he not to d Inc himself
never could have believed that he
was once the naughty, imperious.
man that he must have
been to make his story possible.
For in his age he was as gentle and
md lovable MS child. Long years
Of sorrow and remorse changed him
rom a demon into an angel. I"
The stranger ceased, went to the .
stone that marked his lather's grave. (
'ested his hand softly upon it for q
moment and then returned and went
IN:
Perhaps | might never have
Known the story Of his life had | not
:ome to u crisis in my own. had
Ieen close student throughout my
'outh and early manhood, and had
,een so little in society that it had
Iever happened to me to see % wom-
IN to care for her until / was over
hirty years old, when, suddenly, as
Kings do happen sometimes, / be-
anne interested in two women Mt
,nce. One fascinated me, while mt
he same time | knew that she was
90 shallow and heartless, the other
well, she is all that heart can wish.
70 make the story short, my father
aw the net in which / seemed hope
essly entangled ard the sure de-
truction ! should meet if i went on.
With the prescience of thespirit when
ear it's release, he knew that / was