Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1894-06-23
that he has stamped his image upon

Good God. Awdry. are You mad" a
wronged woman-an outcast child.
What do you mean
Philip Dene was deadly pale ms he
spoke, but he faced the angry girl
without flinching, and taking her by
the shoulders, forced her to Look into
his eyes and answer him.
Il will tell You what mean Last
Monday. the day before you told me
of your love and asked my father for
my hand, woman, yonug. but faded,
and wearing what was once rich
clothing, arrived at Ha2eldcne. With
her was a child, boy
She wrung her hands and walled as
She looked into her lovers face. SO
like you. Oh. SO like YOU
But Philip only shook her Slightly
and muttered. Go on.
II met the child the next day. He
told me in his baby way that he and
his mother had come from London to
stay with YOU. l gathered you had
lodged them in the cottage by the old
bridge-that bridge which joins your
/, place to my fathers, that bridge you
cross each time you come to see me
/ You pass that woman every time You
4 leave my arms. You kiss that child
[ before you lay your lips on mine
/ Philip Dene. | will not marry you, for
/ that woman and her child are your
! shame"
/ Philip dropped like stone into the
chair behind him.
. IL, 4 ~,
terrible voice That woman and
her child are indeed my shame.
She slipped her hand into her bosom
and drew forth tiny packet OF
/ papers. One. two, three. She dropped
them singly into the flames, then drew
\ a ring set with great diamonds and
( fiery rubies from her marriage finger
Il tinlsled on the hearth as she east it
/ from her, and ere the sound died She
! glided from the room.
For an hour Philip Dene sat notion
J less. The Grange was wrapped in
deadest silence, which the slow drop
ping Of the dying fire only intensified
It was drawn, miserable face,
which at length faced the gray light
which was creeping among the cur
tain folds and turning the glow OF the
lamps to u sickly yellow.
so Awdry had found ont about
Elsie. Poor little Elsie, 50 fair. and
all, 50 frlil ! loved her So love her
now. And the bog. too. what a bonnie
wee chap he IS. Thousands of men
and women would give half their for
tunes for 50 bright and sturdy son.
+ and yet he is his mothers shame. and
yes. Awdry was right-and mine
Philip crossed the room and dragged
back curtain.
What lovely sunrise-on what q
fair world. My world is storm-swept
and ruined, but duty must be my sun.
will go TO Elsie poor broken thing
and take her and the child. two waits
both away from here 10 where we can
find peace. Then, perhaps. when
Awdry hears, are will bo sorry and
forgive"
Hc laid his hand upon the window
latch, meaning 70 leave the hons. in
that way, but slight sound caught
his ear
Someone coming. Who can It Sc
at this hour
Instinctivciv Philip drew into me
shadow. As the door was gently
pushed open, Lady Awdry, barcfooted.
her long .air lying all unbound over
her shoulders, stepped softly over She
floor
She ala not seem to notice the parted
curtains, but going to the fireplace.
fell on her knees and with dainty
/ tnger-tips began to grope among the
( scarcely cold wood ashes which lit
tered the hearth.
AIy ring my dear darling ring. j."
,ha sobbcd. u must find i'll / nast
get back tie ring Philip gave me.
TWAS only last Tucsdur three das,
back: he gave II to inc with .rnder
words, and oh. such loving kissc,
and now IT., gone thrown awav like
hit, love, broken like my heart. Oh.
Philip, ] sent you away. but hear M.
Gene back to re. cannot give Won
1 Up Philip come back comc back
In a very passion Of despair she
flung herself face downward on tito
floor and wrung her bands. and
inoaned in agony.
-Awdry' my lo2e. my darling. I
heard Eou. am here.
Philip raised the pro,trat, form IN
I lits arms until it lay across IFS breast.
/ lie pressed hi. cool firm hand. over
her swollen eyes, and pushed thc tan
glcd masses Of her hair back IRON her
burning forehead
Presently She looked at him.
You've come back Philip. Al.
don't Leave me again whatever NAV
do whatever may say ! was mad. +
think an hour ago. Mad with pride
and jealousy, and envy Of f
"uf my poor litJIc half-sistcr. Don't
I look 50 startled dearest. Nv mother
married again after my fathersdeath.
II was mistake which she scarcely
lived long enough 10 repent. Dying.
she left a baby girl, Elsie. u nv
charge. But the childs fathcr claimed
her and took her abroad. Her
wretched story ! cannot toll you now.
but only last week she wrote me from
q miserable London lodging prayin.,
my pity and charity for herself and
her child ~