Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-07-05

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"a snare. and there Is something
want 10 saw. Irene Gerard. do you |
hate me Quiteg But Of course you do'
NON have every right--eyery reason
10 hate me. Have not robbed you
Of your heircsship-come between you
and
..Oh. hushr' / interrupted eagerly,
shrinking with an ineXpresslble dreaa
ana terror from the words she seemed
likely 10 say next. II do not nate
YOU. Mr.. Gerard; was prepared to
welcome you, for my uncles sake
Whether you have given me any cause
10, as you say, hate yon. you alone
know"
She released my wrists with a
strange laugh, shrugged her shout
ders, and said drily--
Il shall not keep my secret long
then, for you and all Ludleigh VIII
know soon. Goodbye, Irene. You
are an honest-hearted, generous girl,
whether you hate me or not, l al.
most think could have liked you II !
had tried.
She moved away oquickly tina. had
not time to try % detain her, or even
ask the meaning Of her mysterious
words-the graceful figure had Vanish-
ed round the curve Of the road before
/ recovered myself
What does she mean ? Where can
she be going al this hour Of The morn
ing p | wondered In dire pe-plsxlty,
as walked slowly back 10 the house;
but could find no answer that vas
even plausibly satisfactory. and
mother gave me little help when ! ap-
pealed 10 her.
"My dear Irene. how can We posi-
biz account for the eceentricities Of
your Uncle Arches wife p she said.
with that tone Of asperiiy she always
assumed Gov when she spoke OF rs.
telle Gerard. Extraordinary OF
course Il was Everything she DOES Is
ex .raordiuary. Pray 20 not talk 81
her you wl! spoil my breakfast liy0u
do.
or course | dropped the subject
then. ard fell 70 thinking sadly Of
/ DICKS unaccountabla and Insulting
silence. had been patient so far.
a. least. as any outward display 81
feeling weut--long cnOagh; / isil that
some show Of dignity vas necessary
now. But how wa that digaod recent.
ment 20 be shown There was some
thing iudicrous as well a. uneudurably
painful, IN the position in which
was placed since i knew neither the
reason % my lovers prolonged ab-
sence nor even where ke was.
was not destined 20 remain long
in ignorance Of Dicks whereabouts.
! shall never forget the sharp and
cruel pain | felt when Mrs. knyyegt
who with Miss CIarissa Green pale
Us an extraordinarily early visit tina
morning. pesred sharply into my fac.
and said, with an acrid playialness-
''Stlll pale and heavy-oyed, Mis-,
Irene That Is not right! I was say
ing 70 Clarissa, "a We came along
We shall ind the roses in fun bloom
again AZ the Downer House now tina
the truant has come back ~
How hard Il was 20 feel my fac
turn pale and rigid under lac mali
cious scrutiny Of those eyes--how hard
or far TO realise, in all it, crushlu
misery. the meaning OF those words
''COme back p mother echoed
"Who has come. Mrs. kuyyctt An
Why should Irene have more Or ia
color than usual to-day p
The two visitors smiled mallcIousl,
then Miss Green said, with her usut
shipper
''Dear Mrs. Gerard. I; Il ONLY
little innocent JOKE or course v
we're speaking Of Mr.. Martinsau's r,
turn"
"Dick Martineau - saw u
colour rush TO mothers cheeks; tho
she laughed, not very naturally, An
added. with swift warning glance
me. ''Oh, did you meet him ut n
station Irene was lazicr than yoi
she does not like such early trains.r
'Such carly trains p Mrs. Knyyet
? echoed, with exaggerated perp!cxit,
then her eyes seemed TO sparkle viii
spi eiul satisfaction. "Oh, dear Mr.
Gerard, l did not know he came earl
! IN the day Il was quite late-wh,
time should you say Clarissa ?r
Zen minutes to nine; looked
: my watch. Miss Greene nnswers
| with grim promptitude and with n
! satisfied air OF one who has ob,aine
corroborative evidence
YES" Mrs. Knyyett wont on. ..in.
, about 9 o'clock last evening we m.
Mr. Martineau walking with Mrs Co
rard in the lane. or course va ia
t 1t for granted that you and irene we,
with the squire somewhere near. +,
they were so absorbed In convcr.a,io
that they did not even sec ne nas'
My dear Irene, you are mr.
Mono / cried. passionate,
pushing away the false face that y,
! bent in cruel mock sympathy abo,
me- am quite well--I---M o,hn
mere Is uncle Archie In the pathr,
Hardly knowing what I dId 70,
seions only Of frenzied longing n 4
cape from the woman who oxultsd ,
my misery, ! dar4ed through the On
, | window and dnun tho ,,,.t -, ~