Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-05-03

'e.'er. which aooded my desolate i,..a :
WIN iiglit ard happiness,
~ DKskEsr MaReAaET-It e no.
''"'e ne explanation have to make
may 'iiecf "a reconciliation between IS !.
therefore beg that you read and con.
r , ms carefully before replying
Turing my last interview with Gastnn
Lay ne left me his card with his wr;,
zen address IN New York. This card !
cirelessly placed among some ~ ~
OVID N card case. A week ago I had
occasion TO refer to this address and
o'' looking through my card case Gas.
ron : card proved to be missing The
circumstance surprised Inc very much.
ns remembered that had opened the
case on only one occasion since-wt,en
! TOOK ont card to write you. asking
tor parting word before going on a :
unexpected journey. The cold. scorn.
lul answer received from you in re-
turn i1lied me with mixture OF aston.
isiiifent. rage and despair. went-as
you babe me go--and felt that the real
approach OF the supposed insanity. for
which you discarded ne, would be nv
greatest blessing. From that time nv
NE became weary burden. almost too
heavy to bear
During the last month | had re-.
solved to visit America, and wrote IN
daston Lay on the subject. 1t was
Just before sending this letter | discoy.
cred the loss Of Gaston's card. can
account for its disappearance in ONLY
one way. which is that on that dark
evening, year ago. must in my hurry
have written on Gaston's card instead
OF my own. The words were scratched
by the dim light Of carriage Iamp
and the mistake was quite possible
though my cuIpabIe carelessness merit.
the punishment have undergone dur
ing the last year. Naturally, under the
circumstances, such message received
from Gaston would be offensive to YOU
and would have prompted the angry
message | received If my suppcsition
be true, that this enlargement between
us is all misunderstanding, answer by
the messenger that brings this letter,
and will be with you in a few hours
"GEoFFREy DYNEcoURT.
What tide of blissful thoughts burst
upon me at reading these Iinesl 1t was
even as he supposed--our mutual
misery of the past year was all owing
to an apparently trivial mistake-and
Geoffrey was true to mel tried to ex-
press my joy in a letter to him, but NV
hand treInbied too violently to write
more than the word, Come
The hour spent waiting for his return
seemed an eternity; but my impotence
was finally relieved by the clatter of
horses hoofs in the avenue. Almost
wild with excitement | flew to the door
in time to see Geoffrey's horse gallon
past riderless. A chill stole over me
with cry of terror flew out into the
night, calling for the servants to follow
with lights
tiiiOds5i3 Ntlt tblic.
and by the lodge gates discovered the
object of my search. Godfrey Dyne-
court lay on the grass, apparently dead
from a wound on the temple, caused
by being thrown from his horse against
one of the stone statues at the gate.
He was carried into the lodge and
everything done that medical aid could
suggest. but all to no effect Ny dar
ling did not survive the night. and my
prayers and suppiications were fruit
less. His last expiring breath was
spent in the faint articulation. Too
late"
MY story is told Ii is thirty years
to -night since Godfrey died, yet the
dreary pain gnawing at my heart now
is as keen as my suffering then. - New
York World