Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-08-09


/ that Won are plnylngc Joke OH on me.
Aad then she drew the box from the |
/ lid, and saw within little crumpsed, !
/ stifIened, blood-stained kid glove,
As the kid came into contact with !
the palm other hand, she turned dead.
In white. A question seemed TO form
itself on lip and eye, but no words
came
"How did it come there2" said Cap
tain Featherstonhaush, taking the
glove from her passive hand. why
don't YOU ask, Bertie?'
''Tell me, j." she said simply.
"0f course you know how narrowly
I escaped the massacre of lSandlanaE'
said Captain Featherstonhaugh. The
First battalion OF the second regiment
was, as you know, cut to pieces,
',Yes, said Miss Boscowitch, me-
chanjcally.
Il was sent with party of officers
to identity, ii, possible, the slain, he
went on. "On the bare, bleak field
Law the bodies OF score OF men | had
known and loved. TO identity them.for
the most part, was all but i'm possible.
l saw Photograph Of Lady My
ing near wrecked train; picked up
ring-"
Captain Featherstonhaugh paused;
he put his right foot meditatively on
the fender, and cazed at the logs OF
pine which were blazing merrily and
contrasting comfortably with the chill
autumnal light, which touched the
outside landscape with its own pecul-
lar beauty. Miss Boscowitch had never
stirred from the position into which
she had sunk.
Il found the glove" he continued,
meditatively, Lying at the side OF an
officer bathrd in blood. The name OF
the officer was"
Miss Boscowitch had risen with a
despairng cry.
''Nas?' she easped.
''What does it matter to you,
Bertie?" said Captain Featherston-
haugh. "Why do You look like this?
What possesses you?"
But she caught his arm, and her eyes
sought his so wildly, whilst her lips
repeated that one word Was SO en-
, treatingly, that Captain Featherston-
, haugh forgot his surprise and dawn
ing wrath in fear for her
''Trelawny, he said, hastily.
i, "Trelawny." As ii reiteration were
needed .Iknew it, felt it, Oh, my
/ love. This was my glover" she ex-
claimed, in deep emotion, and then
!, She fell back into the rocking and
/, sobbed as if her heart would break.
Looking at the bowed figure OF the
girl before him, Captain Featherston-
!, haugh felt that strange mixture Of SEN
! timents which spring from sudden
] shock. Love and anger fought hard
I for the mastery within him. He had
! told her but a little before, it would
! only make her even dearer to him
4 Was it so? A surging, tempes,
s tuous pa1sion OF words came
sweeping upwards to his lips. Why
;. had she not told him the mystery
j OF this glove? He moved away iron
II her, and gazed out with a mighty eli
"A fort, born OF a strong control.
10 On the rough, wild, solitary moor
> lands which were stretching away TO
+ miles, a couple OF large birds We're tax
= ing lazy flight in that direction. III
seemed to hear the beat other wings
i, He was taking in each detail of tn
- well-known scene of his home life witt
n that sharpness Of sense which IS bOrl
"a OF a new experience, whether OF plea.
"A ure or pain.
-. Between himself and this girl he 8,
50 /
~ stained glove. Destiny had kept j
! safely locked away in it's receptacle
.. to bring forth at the moment OF hi
~ newly-found Joy; to rob him OF it
sweetness, by the torture ofthis sad We
n. in some sort gracious memory.
1t was Miss Bosco who brok
y the stiffness that seemed to fill tn
room after the first wild paroxysm {
. hay. Frr.iaf !, a II va zsaJ
m ''The glove is mine" she said, brok
90 emily. 81 gave it to Captain TrelaH
"a ny, to wnom was engaged, on tn
M eve OF his departure for that terribl
Ia campaign. He was to keep it Away;
~ carry it into the field OF battle, anc
40 on his happy return, it was to be a
NJ everlasting witness and badge OF GU
as love. had not forgotten; but ha
1t. let the present overlap the past, an
no now, to-day, as if it were meant, | al
la7 met on the very threshold of you
Mt home by this strange, haunting que
No tiCn-How did it come there? ! as
ed it painfully, Hugh, Why did it con
No there?"
Still not looking at Miss Boscowitcl
he Captain Featherstonhaugh moved an
1;s picked up the poor little glove, whic
ali lay at her feet. Anger and love ha
- fought hard with him, and love had wo
nd the day.
III. Did you really love him?" he aske
very sadly.
al mot as love you-oh, not as Ilov
~ you" she cried, rising and clinging
%, him. II thought loved him, Hug
no. but when met you, then knew thu
inc | had never really loved Arthur Trc
AK awny.
, , He bowed his tall form before he
ist. perhaps in homage, perhaps to hi
the emotion which overpowered him
,ed BERTHE, will YOU let me keep Il
icb elove?" he whispered. sit shall
~ ~ sacred; shall bind US more closely t
; ;r gether. Whether you loved him
az not, this must be q sorrow to yo
10 . Make this sorrow as much yours
III, IA mine, as much mine as yours"
'n; Miss Boscowitch could not rep
'iii- then; but after little while, in II
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