The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1895-12-28

onoted. but | noticed a shadow ON bis
face. What have you done WIN al
your wealth, little gambler You nave
not had time to spend it yet -
Here it is" l answered, drawing
ont INV pocketbook, in which l had stun
ed the notes, "but / have taken as
like to it. | shall give it away, thinK.
would rather be lucky in another
way. >"
II will send the ring to India on my
wedding day." Lionel exclaimed. III,
then will you wear it for mef anu
drawing it from his finger he was ABOUT
to place it upon mine.
But | would not allow him to DO So
and laying it ON the bank notes l salu'
'sThere's a contradiction Good luck
and bad luck side by sidel Let US leave
them there" / addbd half laughing
half in earnest, ,..and start again
afresh
He turned suddenly away, and Tear
inc he was vexed | laid my hand upon
his arm. but he shook Il gently of, and
then | saw he was singularly pale ana
that his breathing was quick and short,
and his eyes had a strangely troubled
and intent look. Lionel, you are ILL.,
| cried. "Oh, what is it, lover what
can do for your"
at is nothing" he said family, but
his voice was changed. 1T will pass OIL
Twill return to tho guides and get some
water. Wait here till come back.
LET me come with you, | entreat-
ed, but he shook his head and said ne
was better and would be quite well II
would do as he wished. Then he began
the descent. watched him for few
moments, till he was lost to view at
bend of the mountain, befor1lreturning
to my seat. But the sun had gone in,
and it seemed cold and dark,.and dull,
heavy weight rested on my heart was
lonely there without him. and the mo
ments dragged on slowly and YEARLY
till l felt the suspense and'stillness un-
endurable.
decided would wait only five min
utes more and then would follow him,
and leaning back YEARLY | closed my
eyes. A sort of faintness came over me,
. for was tired, and the sudden change
from perfect happiness to this anxiety,
this vague alarm, had chilled and stupe-
fed me.
1t may have been few moments aft
er, or longer, l cannot tell, but be-
came aware suddenly that, although nc
sound of footsteps had reached me, there
was some one near. | remained abso
lutely still and listened intently, ant
though there was no tangible movement
or sound there was an impalpable stir IL
the stiffness round me, some vague
breath that seemed to speak of danger
l felt paralyzed with the same power
lessness that had seized me when thu
tragedy at the window was enacted be
fore my eyes. 1t flashed into my mint
that perhaps it was a thief, attracted b,
the notes and ring lying beside me, wit
had crept behind, believing that l slept
My hand was almost touching them
and as l glanced down to see if coult
reach them without moving | noticed
with a thrill of indescribable horror tina
the green stone was sparkling brilliant
ly with thousand rays Of scintillatinI
light.
And then--something stirred behin
me, and round my neck crept hand
holding short, sharp knife, such a
Indians carry, and poised it over m
heart as if to strike. With an instanta
neous desperate throb Of agonized revol
against my impending fate l graspe,
the ring and flung it toward the preci
pice. AS it flashed through the air til
knife dropped, and the murderer spran
to the edge in vain effort to catch tn
stone ere it fell. He stumbled, MISE
his footing. and with one terrible or
and his hands grasping the air Wild
he fell backward into the abyss.
And it was Lionel, my beloved
When the guides came to look for III
l told them smilingly that the Englis
gentleman had dropped his ring, and /
trying to find it had slipped and falle
over the precipice
They led me down the mountain'wit
reverent care and hushed steps an
voices, for they said to each other: "FiJ
ure to yourself this English colonel W:
in love with the beautiful young lad,
and he has persisted before her eyes.
, is a terrible thing. and it has turned h
,, brain. " -'s.'-' ''
And when my father told me gentl
come days after. that they had -four
, him and no was to be buried that day
, the little Cemetery, laughed outrigh
But have never smiled since-ar
, l am quite sane now-only / think
have done with laughter for the rest
, my life. And l sometimes wonder wi
these things should have been, and
there is an explanation Of them, sa
one.-Beatrice Heron Maxwell in Pa
Mall Magazine
1t Recalled the HONEYMOON