Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1891-10-03

dld she come any longer TO the chapel.
Inc mother, too, was missing from
her seat; and she avoided the neigh.
DORIS persistently, so that curiosity
was baked OF direct appeal. Then,
OF course, IN a little while the lest az
some man became, the common talk.
At last II was told that n child had
been born in the lonely cottage. and
the virtue OF the village was aroused.
VI That virtue this unconth procession
was the embodiment. Lina's home
was TO be visited, and outside Of it,
somewhere on the moorland, the
eiilgles were to be burned.
Had her partner in sin been known.
the Villagers would have been content
with visiting the girls cottage and
terrifying her with noise and brutal
moekery; the burning would have been
done near the mans house. But Linn
had Kept silence. Not even Pascoe
GArbin, the chapel steward, who had
visited the two women and talked to
them Of the sure damnation OF the
unrepentant sinner, had been able to
make her reveal the mans name.
She would bear the full pain. since
he had willed ii so; aud to her the
mere shame was burden slight
enough For she had lived through
all these months knowing that lie had
lied TO her, that he had never cared
Tor her One can suffer only to n GER
tain extent, and Lima was hardly
aware o: the shame OF il all. She was
silent, and these men had taken ii NJ.
on them 70 punish her.
The cottage stood beside the road
that led from the village TO Pendane
CoTc. Presently they came in sight Of
Il, and then Peter Quincy could re-
STRAIN himself no longer Helmplorcd
them not 70 20 on. There ea h wan
Of 60 but 4 mind the time when she
was the prcttiest lii maid in all r IN.
;faille, an the best; an Il you CAM
say that no longer, you may depend
shegot trouble nOugh 20 bear already.
'Ied'n fer We I punish her; an they q
say, too, that the chield cd II but a
whist I'LL thing, an Ncant live long ei
a. "a II dead a ready
There was an outbreak Of laughter.
tWha's matter with &c, Peter Cur
ney7 said one Of them. "Youm fine
M, anxious bout the baaly. simnin-
~ an has moron most OF us a
ike avn up 10. OF course, q you
kuaW the man"
Peter Gurncy iell back with ecs.
turo Of despair. and again the gastly
figures jostled one another as the cart
moved on The cottage was very
near now To seward the matched
roof sl0ped almost 70 the ground. a
iow door stood between two small
square windows; and this door was
Nidr open. There was no sign OF
life.
The cart moved on until il stood
u front oil the scrap 81 garden ground
with its low broad wall 81 black Stag.
Then IL stood still, and there WAS an
awed silence Something. Il seemed,
had happened whereby TO the two
women dwelling there the dcmonstra.
iion 81 the villagers had become a
thing Of no account.
And then from the distance came a
sound that shocked and thrilled them.
4 woman was wailing somewhere in
utter abandonment OF grief Peter
Quincy stared down the roadway TO.
ward the cove, The vague iorebodnp
be had felt was justified. For God L
sake. he cried, take these ere things
away but there was no timc for
retreat Along the road that led up
from the sea a cart came slowly 10.
ward them One or two men, bare.
headed. walked beside ii. and in the
cart woman sat crying on; and wall.
ing over dead girls body. Lima 8
baby had died that day. and tho girl
had felt free 10 lay down her burden
81 life.
The Rvcnging crowd stood helpless
Isl about the cottnec door, but Peter
Quincy had lcapcd into the cart and
torn down the dangling eiligies,
trampling them under his feet savage
III. The other cart came on slowly.
II stopped and they saw the rigid body
carried into the house, the mother fol.
lowing ii, wailing, crying out against
the heaven TINT had killed her pride
first, aitcrward the daughter she
might culy love.
SHE turned at the door and waved
back the men who had found Lina's
body and would have stayed with her
nj the cottage until some OF their
womankind should come. Then, rs
the door closed upon her desolaticn,
the cart was turned bacl; toward PEN
treath, and night darkened over the
moorland. -National Observer.