The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1890-05-03
vanity. And Mr.. Cooke was

impudent vanity. And Mr.. Cooke wa
thinking.
What mind! Horace, that wage,
must be won. 1t is worth more than ,
thousand dollars, my boy"
From books they passed to music
and it was an easy transition to tn.
grand piano in the corner. Mr.. Cooke
took his seat at the instrument to re.
call to her memory favorite air. His
voice was good, his accompaniment,
showed skill and taste, and bent upon
dazzling the widow, he sang with feel.
ing and power.
''Do you remember this?" he asked,
touching few chords of duet from
Martha, after finishing his own song.
She replied by singing the first notes.
A bold chord supporting her occasion
ally, she gradually let her voice out in
all its rich beauty, and his blended
with it. He sung low, listening in.
tently. All! Mr.. Cooke, who is dazzled
now?
At last he rose to take his leave, ask
ing and receiving permission to call
again; and Mrs. Dayton took up book,
threw it aside, practiced few mo-
ments, and stopped when she found she
was singing his song, walked out and
returned home, wondering why she
could not get that man. out of her
mind.
To say that their future intercourse
was pleasant is a dull phrase to de-
scribe it. Each being bent upon MAX
ing conquest of the other their best
powers were exerted, their richest
treasures of wit, accomplishment, and
thought displayed; and somehow Mr..
Cook began to feel ashamed of his
wager, and Mrs. Dayton wished she had
never seen Horace Cooke.
1t was one lovely day in early spring
that he called to take her to ride, and
found her sad and dispirited. Fortunes
would uot have made her confess it, but
the gay widow was in love.
They were out of town, driving
through an avenue of large, splendid
trees, when Mr.. Cooke began to talk of
love. 1t aroused the widow from her
depression, to ward the thrusts she felt
he was making at her secret.
'Love!" she said, scornfully. bah!
A school boys first passion before he
leaves pinafores is dignified with the
name. An old mans doting is called
loye!''
"Yet the holiest, highest feeling of
the heart of man in his prime of power
has no higher name," said her COM
panion.
mani" she said, scornfully. 'Man
in his prime of power! I'll tell you
u &c h.
they walk to school beside the hoyden-
ish girl until they are 20, they fancy
they are in love. Every pretty face
calls forth the protestation of passion
you just tried to dignity. They love
fifty times, and to the ffty-frst flame is
offered the battered, worn-out heart as
if it were bran new and fresh"
"You wrong us, he said, reused in
his turn by the keen satire in her tone
and look. Though each admiration
of boyhood and youth may call forth
passing feeling, it is evanescent, and
passes like ripple on deep water. But
when the depths of these waters are
stirred by the hurricane of real, earn
est true love it is no subject for jeers;
but if not calling for return it at least |
ACAAlo III iJdLAy dAN duu uC |
let his voice fall into low, tender
cadence.
Mrs. Dayton felt uncomfortable. The
response which rose to her
lips died there. She longed to tell him
her belief in his doctrine. They were
going slowly, quietly along, each oc-
cupied with his own thoughts. when
the scream of locomotive startled the
horse, and he dashed forward at full
gallop.
There was a rush, crash. and they
were on the roadside-the horse a
corpse; the carriage thrown
back several feet; Mr.. Cooke
on the grass, and Mrs. Day.
ton on the other side of the road un-
injured.
Mrs. Dayton sat up, and, with a
nervous hysterical laugh, called her
name. He did not answer.
She went to his side. He was still,
white, insensible, and she thought him
lead. With wild cry she raised his
head to her breast, calling his name
Horace, dear Horace" and begging
lim to look at her. Then she looked
'onnd for help. There was no house
n sight. Mrs. Dayton was not a woman
o spend many moments in useless I
grief. She soon recovered her presence
# mind. Her Vinaigrette full of salts
vas hanging to her belt, and drew out
he cork and tried its effect. Her COM
,anion was only stunned, and in few
he was able to feel her hand
N his brow, hear her voice in his ear.
lie kept perfectly still, his eyes closed,
nd his breathing low. The most deli
ate ecstasy was holding him quiet.
The low, sweet voice, but which would
ever before speak one word of prefer
nee for him, was now saying: {
Horace, dear Horace, speak to me /;
nee more" Then there fell upon his
ace tear.
He family opened his eyes. The next '
Instant he regretted it, for he found his i
cad on the grass, and Mrs Dayton at &
east five feet from him. =
''Are you hurt?" she said, quietly. :
Had he been dreaming? Was this !:
he voice that said Horace, dear l
Iorace? +
He sat up. He was not hurt, only
and in a few moments he
TODD beside her. Her veil was down
nd he could not see her face. How
re we to go homer" she asked point I
lg to the dead horse and broken car =
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