Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1896-11-13
GLARA'S DIARY.

car IN.
Il vas dun, rainy day in early fall,
and as the clock struck Clara rose
frosn the high chair, placed brown tur-
saa OF her yellow hair. took up a mo-
zoceo covered book from her desk and
started sor home.
The rain poured IN torrents as she
-~1ikrd rapidly along the street and sig
matted passing car.
Not fiii she was seated did she miss
the book she had taken with her. Hur-
rsdiy stopping the car, she ailghte5.
1lz<icning up the street, seeking for the
book she dad lost but It was not to be
found
Willie Parsons, the you g, good
sat in his tastefuIly furnished "den,"
shinkIag deeply On an open book
which had apparently been engrossing
s.is Alteration lay miniature photograph
shsf showed the charming face of Clara
Whitley
Ffoas which Il will be inferred that
Paosoas was that very lucky "nicest fel.
-s~ on earth"
a quick rap at the door Interrupted
ssis IN ,.ghts, and he called. "Come IN"
A handsome man OF 90 entered. He
looked damp and cold. and IN rs hand
he csrned small book bound 10 mo-
rocco.
Lion. old boy, how are you ?" ex-
ciainsrd Parsons, rising and stretching
ont ais haad 70 grasp his friends.
aFine as silk. William, and anxious to
examine my find" holding up the book.
n wss not very large book. but on
chr e0ver In dainty gliding were the
words. ~Clara's Diary"
IS Parsons saw Il he snatched II from
I4onei Stausfeld's hand and carried It to
the light Lion looked at him IN silent
~oudef. but alter minute said indif.
aescwiy.
-aThy 20 excited. my boy' Know the
fair owner Of 'Clara's Diary p"
"Yss VIII you let me keep ~"
~Coulln't think OF 1t, William. Tell
sns a. owner. and pil return It, other
wise mean TO read rs contents at
oaes." and he stepped forward with out
stretched hand
Willie Parsons drew back, and acct
3snisily the book fe TO the door
ao,h leaned over TO pick {, up /, lay
0pen at the drst page. and they both
read the words written there.
~T1 any darling, Lion, whom may /
aever see again. dedicate this little G
book. Clara" e
I.lonel's face grew dull red, and he a
raised the book quickly and closed II. b
bat Willie Parsons stood san, white to a
his dark waving hair lie spoke quietly, II
sut wIth effort. Il
Il must have been mistaken. You p
know the owners" It
Lionel S.ansfield smiled a very pleas al
ant. happy smile as he replied earnestly a,
william # / am not greatly mistaken pt
his book belongs 10 one have long bl
.hoHgh dead my beloved wife, Clara ST
Whitley StansGeld." ca
Parsons grew paler but answered v.
lrsveiy O,
II an very glad for YOU, Lion. I'll en-
zee you tomorrow probably. pe
Aud then they said good night. for va
s,anslicid saw that Parsons wished to be In
lione ba
Next evening Lionel Stansheld knelt m,
leside Tow cot IN which lay fair. pale IL;
somsn. She must have once been the
xact counterpart of Clara Wiley, but
tex Hcss and sorrow had made her look
ears older than she really was. She ROT
las speaking very slowly. Al
~Aud YOU hunted tcrme, Lionel, when ge'
ou returued' knew you would come of
sck. though they all said you never sis
'ouid. And now I ana dying. Would the
.at might"- bal
She stopped. Tor the door opened to the
imis Glars Wiley. holding an open car
ttcr in her hand. At the sight Of sha
ioucl she drew back. but her twin sis. eac
Z called her. liv'
''cisra DC you not remember LionelS the
e fouad Hiy dairy that YOU had bound did
r uie. aud 80 found me-" gre
Clara stretched out her hand impul- tho
sciy and welcomed her brother .in-law In
few graceful words. Then. glancing cd
her letter. abe said almost in whis- mu
r. mol
Where aid you find lt''' hav
Dow L street. and took Il up TO the
~sors f,tardtno. tan Onl'