The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-02-14

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The White Sulphur Springs had bored
Gerald Ravelow severely for = number of
weeks past. He saw in a hundred of the
pretty girls that haunted the lawns and
piazzas of the hotels a resemblance to
Brenda, vague yet irritating. He avoided
all chances Of being presented to any Of
these damsels, aud soon won, in conse-
quence, the name Of woman halter. This
put him into . still more unpleasant
humor, from which his only refuge was
found in taking very long horseback rides
among the breezy Virginia hills. Mean
while his mothers health had improved
but slightly, although her malady WIS
fruught with no symptoms Of danger.
Learning by accident that New York
physician of note CHANGED to be at small
hotel about ten miles distant, Gerald
persuaded his mother to accompany him
thither. They retained their former
apartments at the hotel, which they now
temporarily left, and to which they pro-
posed returning IN at least three days
from their time Of departure.
As matters arranged themselves, how
ever, the new quarters proved charming,
the new doctor very agreeable man
and the new project most unforeseen
success. His mother seemed so much
brighter and stronger that Gerald deter
mined to give up his apartments at their
former hotel and remain for an indefi-
mite space in the spot whittier he had
drifted. With this purpose he sent for
whatever letters that might have ar
rived at their recent abode, directed
either to himself or Mrs. Ravelow. Sew
eral letters had arrived and were duly
sent. Among them was a telegram from
Miss Brenda Bond telling of her broth
er's death.
Gerald was horribly shocked. For the
first time since boyhood his mother saw
him weep. He bitterly reproached him
self for having seen his friend 80 seldom
OF late; he pitied Brenda with lovers
e1orbitant power to pity; and finally he
told his mother that it would be imper.
alive for him to leave ON the next north
ern train.
"f course, my son." she acquiesced.
II would not have You remain away
from the funeral for worlds-that is, if
there is any possible chance of you reach
ing it in time"
Gerald did his best. But the Journey
was long and Erenda's TELEGRAM had
been cruelty delayed. When he arrived
at Shadyshore the funeral ceremony had
been over about three hours. Brenda.
clad in the deepest mourning, met him
with sob and a little cry.
"My poor girl" he said, AID took her
n his arms. A servant had Just glided
rom the drawing room, leaving them
alone. Gerald's lips found their wav to
icrs, AID ths kiss that followed was one
If betrothal, as both silently understood.
II have SO much to tell YOU" FILTERED |
Brenda, locking about her with nervous
,lances. But there will always be the
thought that she is listening. It is.such
lovely afternoon. Let US walk out nm
Ter the fir trees"
Their walk lasted until nearly dusk.
Finally. with binding headache caused
~ grief and excitement, Brenda redi-
ected her steps toward the house.
And you tell me-" said Gerald, as he
walked ruminatively at her side. '.that
n. Southsate declared your brother
lied of heart discase::''
Eyes. He wrote that on the certii-
ate. l saw the two words myself"
But you yourself thing
''Oh, I think nothing, because I've not
vestise CT proof"
Gerald Was silent for some little time.
10 would have liked to tell Brenda the
sason her brother had caused her to
lace that paper il his coffin, but re-
lemDrancc Of his oath forbade. After
ace having made the midnight visit To
ouls' tomb he would be privileged to
Peak of it, bat before doing go the
rms OF Tat curious, whimsical com.
'ct l,recludel all reference to his in. :
udel act.
iou. too, seemed luystifea by his c
'vinS 'id mo to conceal that paper in :
e fis coffin" said Brenda. lyon can. .
70 guess, can you, Gerald, what it :
atains:' ~
NO. can not" replied Gerald, clad 5
aH"wcr SO directly. Unless" he
'nt On, "a list of accusations ayainst q
! wife is to be found tbaro"
ga l have thought of that" said !;
ei'da' "hut surely if Louis had wished 20
~ Jou should see the PAPER he worIJ q!