The DeLamar nugget. [volume] (DeLamar, Idaho) 1891-1900, 1893-06-03
If r coa1ld not neIp seeings'

nut could not help seeing
N understand you, my dear Myra
said Mrs, Maynard, calmly, as the dis
sressed girl paused here, at loss 70
words to continue. You rightly di
lined that Mr.. North was my avowe,
uitor; but, happily for me. not yet ae
/ eptedl''
II have no right to complain Of that, z
4terposed Miss Hilary, her pretty head
tied, her eyes bright with girlish
ride ut is not strange that he should
Inire you, love you, as his every
lance and tone and action revealed
aat he did; why, he seemed scarcely
snscious of my existence, so wholly
tbsorbed was he in you! And to me the
trangest part of it all was that he be-
/ rayed no recollection of the past, no
resentment toward me, no conscious
| Tess that we had ever met before. This
| aimed me, but I accepted it as only
| hat I ought to expect. and | resolved
go away as soon as I could find any
asonable pretext for cutting short my
It here, and henceforth bury out of
at that dead past in which he bore q
{. 1t was only when he looked at
IS he did to-day, as lover might.
know, that | saw the depth Of his
ity; and [ think now that I
him for being SO false to us bolhg''
tgain there was little silence, SO
ltrolled that no hint would have
n given casual observer of the
rical emotions that were contending
The hearts Of these two women II
as Mrs Maynard that spoke next, in
old, hard, relentless tone:
we both have great cause to con
ratulate ourselves my dear Myra, on
aving discovered Mr. Nortll's true
laracter before it was within his pow
to wreck the lifelong happiness of
ther. hesitate to tell you the truth
Aat has recently forced itself upon my
8elief.''
The color died quickly from Miss
tIilary's face again; there was a vague
arm expressed in her trembling tones
Us she responded hurriedly:
*Oh, let me know the worst, Mrs.
Maynard! What is he? What has he
done?"
sit would be nothing continued
Ms. Maynard, bitterly for him to
vacillate between two fancies-to alter
nate and hesitate in his choice between
yourself and me-
oh, dear Mrs. Maynardin came in
tones of whispered protest from the
listener.
ut would he nothing" repeated Mrs.
in the same hard, bitter tone,
that his conscience would reproaeh
him for, or that society would seriously
condemn; therefore, this phase of his
conduct does not materially surprise
ne. But am surprised to find that
this man, who is habitually SO watchful
If his own interests, so careful of his
own safety, so jealous of his own com
,ort and happiness, should allow his in
5erestin any matter to carry him to the
ength of becoming criminal in the
yes of the law
"A criminall''
Miss Hilary's white lips repeated the
words breathlessly; then for brief
pace refused to speak again. At last
he asked TREMENDOUSLY;
what crime has he committed?"
a0h, very gentlemanly one, in
eed," returned Mrs. Maynard with
uiet sarcasm. ut is nothing worse,
ay dear Myra, than forgery. | have
lready told you briefly of the recent
gill contest in which I had so great an
interest at stake; did not tell you, as I
eel in duty bound to do now, that I
Inspected who twas that forged that
I'LL. By his own tacit admission /
now that it was Mr.. Northn'
The calmness was all gone from voice
nd manner before these last words
'ere fairly uttered. A woman with
sss pride would have broken down
ompletely; Mrs. Maynard sat with
lips and tightly interlaced