Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-03-29

.nese were some Of the questions which
'eil upon her like hail storm.
u pitied the girl and rusbed ~ -.
rescue. Girls. cried. at the same fine
slusg,lhg mp the rugged steps in the
u,.npanknent. come on--the water 4 de-
licionsly cool. - = -
put my invitation was unheeded.
oeclle stood In the midst Of her tor,na,+
ors, more beautiful than had ever 900,
ner before. Notwithstanding her in.
creasing anger there was IN her evas =, : !,
expression which aroused my compass.
SION II was evident that the girl had
suffered, and that she was anxious y
hide the Fact from us. Her STRUGGLES u
control her emotions were vain: the colo,
ned from her cheeks and her lips ouiver.
ga. The conduct Of her friends was rude
ana ungenerous. and she considered her.
self atfronted. -. Z.
HOW does that concern your Imust
say consider you most unmanncrlv
We're the words which fell upon us like 4
clap OF thunder. Our astonishment knew
no bounds, and without further cere-
mony we hastened from the scene where
our pride had met SO shocking blow.
This little incident happened about .
month after Cecile's quarrel with he,
cousin victor No one had received It'd.
ings OF him since his disappearance.
We afterward heard that few weeks
after Capt. Lymon's departure Cecile had
peen the recipient Of document which
proved beyond doubt the dupliclty of the
man for whose sake she had forfeited thu
love OF a worthy man. Imagine he1
humiliation, her vain regrets and the
remorse which must have gnawed at hel
heart like worm. The evening we sur
prlsed her under the trees we were igno
rant OF this important state Of affairs
Her incivility toward us proved that Shit
misconstrued our motives in stopping
she supposed we had heard of her trou
bles, and to tease her we had purposel,
intruded upon her
This was the end of our association
with her. The war was now ended anf
returned to the convent to complete
my education. One by one the soldier.
came struggling home. Many were miss
ing. but they were all accounted for
some had fallen in battle and others had
succumbed to the hardships Of war. But
Victor, the handsome creole, never more
gladdened with his presence the heart,
of his friends.
"At first Cecile awaited his return witt
patience pitiful to see, but when month
after month went by and no tidings came
OF him, she gave vent to her despair in
violent and uncomfortable grief. To thil
day no one has ascertained his fate
Some believed that the unfortunate you'll
was killed in an encounter with Capt
Lymon. 1t is certain that he never re
Joined his company after he left tn,
parish.
And Cecile, during all these years
has been brooding over her secret sorrow
She is now wreck. on the borders O
insanity. They tell me that there is il
her face a wistful. longing look which
appeals to the heart. Sometimes it il
wild and despairing and overshadows he
once beautiful eyes. She has lost all in
terest in life, and passes her time wan
dering over the premises, or else she sit
where you have often seen her, apparent
ly watching for somebody. Mr.. Jacob
ever kind and faithful, has been he
guardian.
"Soon after the close of the war b,
withdrew from the society of his friend
and consecrated his life to the service o
his beloved Cecile. once the pride of hi
heart"
On our homeward ride we passed tn,
old house in the dusk of evening.
Look exclaimed my friend, sudden
ly checking the horse. There is Mr.
Jacob now, walking toward the bank
with his daughter.
scanned the couple with curiosity.
The old man was barefooted, ant
walked in STOPPING posture like on
carrying heavy burden, His shabb,
clothes hung loosely about him, and tn,
brim of his old hat partially concealed
his long struggling locks.
Just as we passed them Cecile turned
her face in our direction and silentl,
beckoned to her father.
shall never forget that weird figur
silhouetted in the light of IA dying day
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