Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1896-04-25

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dark with passion.
Ruth" he cries, seizing her hand
In his fiercely. lit WAS all horrible
mistake. My cowardice has brought
You to this. My darling. You love
meY'
She does not move; shiyer runs
through her-a SILVER OF mortal agony
Ruth, speak. Tell me you love me.
You hurt me- she says family.
striving to free herserf from his tirn
grasp. She raises her agonized eyes 10
his, and then she is clasped in his
arms. For one instant she lies passive,
then frees herself with wrench.
Leave me-" she says unsteadiiy.
Why do you come. now that II is too
late--too latef You must so. Good,
by" She holds her hand In dismissal
and farewell.
His passion completely oyermasters
him as he looks upon her, pale anu
sorrow-stricken.
Il will not co. he cries veheinently.
Ruth, You do not, you cannot mean
ii. For your own sake" He ad-
vances quickly. but she repels him.
r'or my own sake and yours, 60
And then he knows thar all ~ ended.
With one farewell look he leaves her
and goes out of the room, while she
sinks YEARLY into her chair, dull
aching pain tearing at her heart
strings.
Time slips insensibly. A new beauty
has usurped Lady Berrington's posi-
ton in society, from which she has
now withdrawn herself. Her husband
- n LII n H.. bKxNs lF4ar
field-and she il free to come and 90
as she will. The great town II shut
tered and empty, and she has flown to
the restful quietude OF Pens Court, the
home of her childhood. which she has
bought back as home for herself In
her lonely widowhood. Then Wild
hopes filled her heart. Now that he
knows she is really free. Maurice will
surely come Ia her--he must know.
These hopes are strengthened when, at
a dinner party, she hears the familiar
name mentioned. He Is coming 10 stay
with some distant neighbors. All, II Is
10 be near her he Is coming at last. As
each day passes she waits feyerishly
for his coming and still he comes not.
As each long summer day wanes she
whispers. Tomorrow he will come
comes not. Then, one evening. as sh.
sits peacefully under the cedar trees
on the green lawn, resting in the cool
evening air, full OF sweet, faint per
fume from the glowing flower beds on
the velvety turf. maid appears from
the house.
a gentleman in the drawing room
my lady" she says; The gave nj
name"
Ruth, with a wild hope, rises slowI,
and walks over the lawn, her blacl
Z dress sweeping over the grass, hel
pale cheeks tinged with pink color q,
she mounts the shallow steps and en-
tiers the cool. shadowy room, full d
flowers and delicious perfumes waite,
in on the evening air.
A man Is standing with his back to
ward her, but as her dress sweep
over the soft carpet he turns and face
her. A quivering smile flashes into he
sweet gray eyes, and she holds gu
both hands with little glad cry.
"Ah, Maurice, AT hast. at lastt'
Something in his unresponsive atti
tude strikes a cold chill to her hear
Has he forgottenf
II could not pass your neighborhuo,
WEttoht tDDAlhS gVh ils aAAfhI bNAtth%
ton," he says easily. How lovely TIL
place is! Are you living here altc
gethery'
Ruth feels that her throat and lip
are parched and dry, but she answer
him with an effort
Yes; could not endure that drear
town house-after
Yes. yes" he says hastily: .'afte
ri.
fortunate TO have been able to secilr
the old place In time. am paying
dying visit to the Carews Mt Mars
HALL You know them. Of course
Very slightly. Then--yOu do M
stay long?"
Not long. There are many prepari
tions to be made before April with
smilcl. before ms wedding. You has
NOT heard? Juliet Carew win be nj
wife In few months time. May
AJAX for your congratulations for aul
lang syneT"
The blood PUSHES with q wild foe
to Ruth's heart. leaving her sick ar
J cold--everything swiIns before IN
tired eyes. She must speak. ~
makes an effort
! II hope-I sincerely trustyou ma
be happy" she says little unsteadil
Il must call on Miss Carew."
You are very kind he gays. WI
his happy smile How familiar tn
! place seems! our days of Irritation a
! at an end. Lady Bennington. All, OF
does foolish things In the heydey
youth, but you showed yourself to
wise woman"
!, Ruth smiles. Has he forgotten all.
Yes" she says, with bitterness
). I'VE look back with contemptuoI
' pity ON such folIies in maturer years
When he is gone, she stands on Il
terrace in the deepening twilight, Il
y cool, soft mir tanning her hot, flush
cheeks. The fern owl in the distant
with its curious whir-r-r. alone brea
!. the stiffness; a bat flaps heavily ov,
Z head. belated bee booms past, huri
: !, ing homeward. Then she goes slow
z YEARLY, into the old familiar roo
:, 4 sharp. sudden pain clutches h
, heart. she catches blindly Mt the ma
1. telpiecc. an aslien grayness oversprea
ing the lovely face. With little ga,
;, ing cry she falls prone to the grour
: blood PUSHES to her lips and stains {
= delicate lace on her bosom.