The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1896-12-26
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eyes. In a moment he was at her side,
all the severity had vanished from his
face, and with his arms around her he
was murmuring in pleading accents the
words OF penitence and love which
made his peace for him before he left
her.
A week had passed since Gerald Joce-
lyn had babe farewell to his young wife
and started on his journey through the
desert to join the troops in advance.
The still, blue heat Of an Egyptian day
brooded over the quiet villa, which
from its lack of sign or sound of life
seemed to be prOlOnglng its midday
siesta into the evening hours. The
clatter OF hoofs outside aroused tine at
tention of the solitary inhabitant Of
the veranda, a middle-aged woman,
whose strongly marked features and
keen dark eyes proclaimed her a per-
son of intelligence and decided char
acter She threw aside the book she
was reading, and advanced toward the
fight of steps where the rider, an ar
tillery officer, was already dismounting
from his horse. AS he caught sight of
her the dark cloud of sorrowful anxiety
which hung over his countenance was
visibly lightened.
"Ah, Mrs. Tallyour, am indeed
thankful to see you! You are the very
person who can help me-" he cried
Anything wrong, Capt. Ferguson"
she asked eagerly, as he Joined her in
the shade, Then taking in the details
of his horses heaving sides and his
own heated and worn appearance, she
added with increased apprehension:
you have ridden fast-no bad news, /
trust?"
Eyes, very bad news; the worst, as
far as am concerned! Poor Jocelyn-
my greatest friend, as you know-Such
a good sort he was. never was so cut
up about anything in my whole life"
He sank beside her on seat with an
air Of detected melancholy and passed
his hand YEARLY across his brow.
"Has there been a skirmish already"
Mrs. Tailyour asked breathlessly. Il
did not know any fighting was expected
yet. The Colonel reported all quiet In
his last Is poor Major JOcelyn wound
ed?"
"He is dead, poor fellow! There has
been no fighting. 1t was an accidehfA
with one Of the guns, imagine, butltlse'
telegram only safd:. Accident; JOcelgni
killed; meet trainstO-night', That Is all
l know" IN" SO. f.. : 49,. ~.
Good GodT' Mrs. .Tailyour exclaln-;
ed. Gerald Jocelyn killed! How shock,
ing! I am terribly grieyed HIS poor
young wife! Only married six 'm0nthsT
The tears rose in her eyes as she spoke.
Eyes, his wife,. capt Ferguson an.
swered anxiouslyJ sri rede out at once,
hoping to find yoH here, and that you
would kindly break the news to Mrs.
Jocelyn and relieve me Of the painful
responsibility. have not the courage
to do 1t, though don't suppose she will
feel 1t much"
He spoke with much bitterness, and
Mrs. Tallyour answered him quickly:
''You misunderstood. her-lndeed you
do. Capt. Ferguson Poor child! Poor
yretty child. She is but child after
ALI The shock will be enough to kill
her A thoughtless, frivolous creature
she may be, but / believe her love for,
Gerald is genuine and far deeper than
any one suspected, deeper even than
she herself is aware"
"She has a curious way Of SLOWING
It, then. / must confess" Capt Fergu-
son replied with acerbity. Il never
liked her; You know that, Mrs. Tail
vour. A braInless, selfish coquette,
without a spark Of real feelingfor any
one but herself. Il am sure I pided poor
JoceIyn for the life she led him last
winter In Cairo, flirting with every man
she nett And then that poor fellow
Cummings shooting himself, that was
n horrid business. However, this VIII
sober her If anything will. Where u
she now7" sr..ssn ~ 80
"sheIs out riding with Lord PerceVal.
They started soon after breakfast and
NAV return, at any moment" Z
'sThat fellow Pereeval! Brute! i
wonder Joceiyn did not put bis foot
down there" Capt Ferguson frowned
and relapsed into gloomy silence.
"see that little cloud Of dust That
- 49,, Marty Ha doubt"