Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1896-03-20

Z peerless beauty ana MS was Wihtr "flH
suppressed passion
E "You do not mean it, Clare" he was
saying, and his voice was husky with
: pain. "Not even from your own lips
: can take this answer I cannot believe
YOU have been trih:ng with me in this
heartless manner"
at we'll becomes you, Mr. Guy Stuart
to reproach me with triling-you, who
are so true to your vows, so constant in
your love"
"Clare, you wrong mel swear you
dol Ia my heart l have always been
true to you; but when your aunt wrote
to me, demanding that I should give
you up-reminding me Of my poverty
and Of the certain misery such mar
riage would bring to you, I know she
spoke the truth; and when your letters
ceased, what could believe but tina. you
had acquiesced in her wishes" And
then came the temptation to free
myself from the CALLING letters of
poverty by aioveless marriage. But oh,
Clare, you cannot judge of the mis-
cry of that false step, loving you as
did. or the unutterabe relief when
again found myself free. When I went
down TO your old home, determined to
confess all TO you, and win your forgive
ness. But the house was deserted, and |
no one there could give me any clue to
nit
Clare. have loved you SO long and so
we'll do not say that to lose you
will spoil my life-I will allow no wo-
mans caprice to do that; but it will be a
very emrty life without you, dear"
There was a moments silence, while
she stood before him with white face
and downcast eyes.
Then she said, coldly:
ait does not much matter now, Mr..
Stuart. Whatever l felt then belongs t
TO the past, and have no wish to recall {
It. And now will you kindly take me to I
my aunt9 Or stay; l will not trouble c
you'll see Major Huntingdon is coming c
% claim me for the next dance" /
When Stuart entered the ball room c
lalf an hour later, Miss Stanwood was I
he center of the merriest group in the b
DOM. Il
He did not see the little figure t
rouched on the hearth-rug in the gray b
# the early morning, with all her ball S
DOM finery crushed and torn, and with e
linn hands clasped over her eyes, to Il
hut out the light that Knocked her mis- b
ry. tt
He only knew that a month later the tC
ociety journals chr ,nicledher departure n
nth her aunt, for a tour of Europe. IL
After that he put down his pain with it
strong hand lie had told Clare that tr
c would not permit this to spoil his Ii. e. ty
nd he meant it.
He'toiled at his desk day after day and ca
lme and wealth came o him, as it some bl
mes c, mes to those for whom these in
lings have lost their charm. And if Oh
is heart was sometimes burdened with as
lie old, sad refrain lit might have BEEN" tic
'ne guessed it. la
Only people said that Guy Stuart was in
dsyoted IN his profession that he had sill
, time for the frivoities of fashionable Oh
ciety." of
One day in early spring, when the tn
# air came stealing in at his Office wi
ndows, bringing sweet reminder of pr
cen turf, and trees glorious with bios wi
ms, and all the beauty in which nature ha
is arraying herself, outside the dusty to
-moi of the city, great longing came bee
on him to visite again that old farm mi
use among the green hills. at
The day was drawing to close, and pan
the west was dyed in crimson and pull
ID, when he stolled down the well def
nembered path from the village to the pee
in
low little it had all changed The tain
es were heavy with their pink glory ane
blossoms, as they had been that the
rning. wears ago. when ne met her PEG
+ in
Jnder one of the old willow trees,
ere the last rays of the san shone full
the sweet, proud face and turned the
t braids OF her hair to shining gold, 1
the woman who had made all the this
,etness and all the bitterness of his sho
rigi
md seeing her thus, all the conven- and
,al words of greeting were forgotten, that
IN liz .n,,l snnln in the nassinnnte Won