Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1893-07-29

smiled TO think of her three aid
twenty years.
She did not dream how this clild
adored her. Only once did slight
doubt enter her mind, but Jacques
conduct quickly dispelled it. He
treated her like an elder sister, and
did not mind appearing ridiculous In
her eyes, To her this was sufficient
proof that he was not in love. Anxious
70 warn him against life's snares, she
continued 10 show him calm moth
erly affection, and the thought OF
having for Jacques any other senti-
ment would have shocked her.
After spending the greater part of
an exceedingly hot day indoors, they
went one evening for their accus-
toned after-dinneF stroll in the fields
The setting sun poured its purple
rays over tine country, tingeing sky
and meadows. houses and trees with
fire. The ocean was mottled with
red spots, forming bloody streaks.
Hard by, a haystack's irregular
cone stood out in melancholy profile
against the sky
Lets climb it, said jacques.
Marguerite gleefully clapped her
hands jacques went on to recon
hotter. The road was deserted; no
one was 10 be seen in the neighbor-
hood.
She began the ascent with great
difficulty. Her feet would slip,
her fingers lose their hold, while
the bits Of dry hay scratched her
face. Her more sturdy companion
followed and helped her along. Reach
ing the top, they sat down and looked
AT each other, then burst out laugh
ing, like school boys stealing fruit or
serious persons caught in foolish
act
The descent was more easily accom-
plished. Their gayety had passed,
and both opened books they had
brought jacques lay fat on the
ground, resting upon his elbows.
Marguerite WIS stretched on pile OF
hay which formed a sort OF chaise-
Tongue Her tiny feet just peeped
from under the hem OF her gown.
The thin cloth shoes perfectly out
lined her arched iustep and delicate
ankles.
II was too hot to read They were
both silent jacques eyes were
riveted on Marguerite. Her red lips
irembled like flower under the
breeze. Her soft. white throat was
smooth as the surface Of lake. AT
every breath her bosom heaved, and
the thin material % her Dire s. swelled
like a sail Her whole personality
exhaled the subtle perfume Of ele.
gance
The country around was resting
after the days heat Ia the far-off
fields kneeling women were gather.
Ing potatoes. and near them little
boys threw clods Of earth at each
other From time 70 time. the cows
lying on the grass would low and
turn their heads toward the setting
sun, as toward a departing friend.
suddenly through the silent fields
rang the cries Of an angry voice.
The fieid-guard!' exclaimed Mar
guerite,
In the distance man was gesticu-
lating ihreateningly at this couple,
who had pulled down his carefully
stacked hay.
Like two guilty children, their
first thought was TO fy from the
ruined haystack. The bor was No
with one bound. But In her haste.
Marguerite lost her balance and fell.
He caught her in his arms ana
righted her
They ran across the field. for an
instant they hid behind large
mound Of earth. then made straight
for the beach. Here they sought
shelter in hut used only by the
customs officers. and kept very still.
fearing TO give their pursuer the
alarm
Seated on the narrow bench, Nine.
Helm leaned against Jacques. She
had never seemed so beautiful Out
Of breath from the run, her checks /
were red. her nostrils quivered. 4
With Blended neck and wide.open
eyes. she listened, in laughing anx.
iety for the steps outside
His ecstaey was complete. Putting
his arm around her waist, he drew /
closer TO her Turning 20 him in
glee, she said; Jacques.
we are savedr'
II was the first time She had called /
him simply jacques, and the boy lost
his head, With a brusque movement
he seized Marguerite's hand and i'm.
printed ON her wrist passionate
kiss
Very pale. she rose. not knowing
what to say or think A great re-
morse struck her like knife. Had
she shown too much affection for
Iacquesp Had she been guilty Of
coquetry toward him? The DAYS of
their intercourse flashed through her
land she found herself
guilty.
Instantly she resolved, by some
cruelty which Jacques could not for
give, to kill the love she had in.
spired. She cast upon the boy one
last look OF infinite tenderness, then,
gathering all her strength for the