Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1891-08-29

Gleason. 1t was brief, too, inss said
that Rollin was dead and the old
i home burned.
She had never permitted hers<n to
even think that anything worse than
wounds or Imprisonment could befall
him-and now this She reeled as from
q blow: the letter fell from her hand
and merciful Inconsistencies followed.
She recovered, but the look in her face
frightened her friends, and she was so
| silent, so mutel Nainly her father
wooed her to her old resting-place in
his arms.
Presently, papa" she would an
swer In an absent-minded way and
then seek solitude. She wrote to
Mona but received no reply. How far
she might have INDUCED her grief is a
mere matter ofspeculation, but grave
| fears were entertained concerning her.
When Fred was dangerously wounded
Mr., GRAVITY went to him and Grace
had all she could do to comfort his
wife, who was in very poor health;
then there were the two little ones to
care for.
Mrs. Fred was one who INDUCED in
hysteria and kept halfa ozenpersons
running with bottles of hot water and
| cold cloths. Grace was very patient
with her until baby Lutte came down
with measles; then she turned her at
tentlon chiefly to him, In due time
Mr.. GRAVITY brought Fred home
mere wreck of his former robust self.
There was plenty to occupy GRACE
now, she never faltered though the
color fled from her face and her step
lost its elasticity.
Before the war was formally ended,
poor Mrs. Fred and her two little
ones were sleeping under The green
grass, and Grace found herselfthe sole
comfort OF father and brother.
Bravely she put her own grief aside,
smiling oft times when the heart was
sore and heavy.
Nine years pass, and Grace GRAVITY
is Grace GRAVITY still, little graver,
a little more stately than when first
we knew her, but that is ALL Yainly
have suitors in all conditions OF life
sued for favor; she cares for none.
Now, too, her father has joined those
on the other side, and Fred being re-
married, she is quite alone. A rest
less longing possesses her to visit K
and to look once more on ground
hallowed by past associations. She
wants to visit Rollins grave, if so be
they have brought him home. II will
arrangeto be there on Memorial Day,
she told herself.
Arriving at X. late in the evening OF
May 20, she repaired at once to ho-
tel. The one where they had boarded
years before, had fallen a victim to
the rayages of war and was no more.
In the morning she wandered alone
toward the Richie plantation. The
shaded roadway, at least, seemed fl.
miliar and she loitered on, dreading
to come in sight OF the ruined home
where Rollin had hoped to see her mis-
tress.
Rounding curve in the road, she
stopped with cry OF surprise and
delight the old mansion doomed up
as majestic as ever What could il !
mean? But after the first gush ofsur-
prise she considered that it might have I
been but partially destroyed and had /
been rebuilt. Slowly she wendell her
way up the serpentine drive, longing !
yet dreading to reach the house. A I
moment she paused with her foot on |
the lowest step Of the vine wreathed /
porch, to break off climbing rosebud /
she had often worn them from this |
very vine-when a startling excIama- |
ton above caused her to turn her |
face in its direction.
"Rolliu!"
Grace
A face, almost fendish in its baf-
fled despair and terror, watched the
meeting OF the long-estranged lovers,
then before their explanations were
half made, Mona Gleason had quilted,
by side entrance, the Richie man
sion forever.
She it was who had forged a letter,
to be from Grace, tellingof
her marriage with Union officer, and
forwarded it to Rollin at the same
time that she had written to Grace.
Hers had been a desperate game and
almost a successful one, for Rollin had
about decided to marry her for his
mothers sake. The latter was help
less invalid now and it had been part
Of Nona's plan to make herself neces-
sary to her aunt. OF late, however,
she had threatened leaving.
The happily reunited pair did not
i've her much thought; they were too
thankful for the sunshine, after all
The tempest, to court clouds on the
horizon.
Few spend such happy Memorial
Days as this" Grace said, as they
stood together on the wreathed
porch late that evening, watching the
nan Of God, who had just united them,
idle away.
"Our wedding day will ever. be a
.weet memorial" answered Rollin.-
The Housekeeper.
Tricks Of French Artists,
A French paper says that for two