Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-02-12

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with me straight into her presence.
and there repeat this lie if yGn dare9'
For what purpose? That she
might frame some pretty tale to hood
wink you still further? No, Pierre
Leroux, | can do better than that.
You may prove the truth of my words
yourself. iou have but to watch and
wait. The third night from this she
will again go on her midnight erraud.
You must take heed you slumber not
So soundly as of late; follow her to the
waterside whore the boat is kept; If my
words are not true, then proclaim me
through all the town as the foul-tongued
slanderer you have called me-"
The face before her grew dark with
| rising passion.
"lf you were but man. he NUT
tered. in the lower fierce tones of
anger and indignation too deep for
expression.
You would kill me, suppose, for
daring to show you that the girl you
deem so perfect is no better than
many of her sex--perchance worse
.Silence' he Numbered. Dare
not breathe such Il word of her in my
ears
You are hard to convince,' she
sneered maliciously. "You believe
everything she may choose to tell you.
All. we'll, you are not the tirst-per-
haps you will not be the last
"You called yourself her friend
once" he said, flashing a contemptu-
GUS glance on the woman's dark and
vindictive face. The rebuke touched
her. A flush of shame rose to her
brow-then she laughed.
Her friend, yes; that was before
knew her as she is. Besides. | pity
you. You have cast all your heart on
her. You love-therefore you are
blind. l said so before. OF course.
your darkness | bring the light
of truth. Men are ever so-where
they love-
He shivered in the bright.
warm sunshine. His eyes turned
blindly, darkly. on the deep
brown waters at his feet. on the radi-
ant, azure-winged butterflies poised on
, the lily stems, on the scarlet-throated
, birds that darted in and out of the
{ feathery blossoms of the lines. Ii
was all so fair, so peaceful, so still.
. A few moments before he had looked
|. on it with eyes so glad, and heart sc
thankful, and now--now q hideous
, darkness covered all. A terrible bur-
, den lay on his life which his strength
could hardly bear. Yet, even through
the misery that crushed and the pair
, that maddened him, his first though
, was to defend hcr-to hurl back the
/ foul aspersion he had heard. He LOVED
her SO utterly, so trustingly, doub
5 within his loyal soul.
, "Have you said all?n he asked.
{ "All. Is it not cnough?"
d "It is too much to be passed owe
G lightly. This matter ends not here
e But for the present l will prove you
v words OF"
e cor what?" she asked hesitatingly
=. "Revenge them!"
f. As the words fell from his lips. h
l. turned, and went, with the stagger;n
n uncertain step OF Il drunken m;I
ID through the orchard paths and up t
the old gray house-the home of hi
infancy and manhood, the home whel
s. honor and integrity and virtue ha
ut alone reigned for generations pas
a with no stain of evil or breath I
We shame to mar its spotless fame. w;
ID she-the woman he deemed too pun
and fair almost for mOrt
love to touch--was she to be the fir
:, to darken those stainless records? b
a. lief in the story he had heard cou
be not hold him yet, could not shake h
fidelity or weaken his love, but
~ deadly fear crept into his aching hel
and ran like an ice-current throue
his veins. The poison of dou
pa had breathed upon his senses, and Il
20 plague-spot burned yet deeper al
nv deeper with its torturing whisper
~ Once, in the agony that consume
ho him, he gazed upat the home he low
- and stretched his arms out to the v
ia cant air.
:. "Oh, my wife, my love" he erie
~ unconsciously, "let all the world pc
,sa ish. only let me know you true!'
1t was the yearning, the idolatry
air an intense engrossing passion tn
"a spoke in the words. To think tn
the loneliness ne held in reverence
a deep, the heart that had beat as
zoo own. the lips that had breathed tn
~ kisses on his-that these were sham
,os and vile, and dishonored, was VOL
NO than death. If there was treache
or infidelity in her past or prose-
,o,, she was equally lost to him.
could no more be the spotless ideal
: - his life. that he knew, Then he pass
through the rose-covered porch a
cd stood in her presence.
TO BE CONTINUED.
ut The Country Boy.
OF A country boy is apt to sigh for