Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1897-05-14

yesterday about having my picture
done. SO wrote to you. My aunt will
oe down presently. but in the mean
While we can arrange the sittings,
dress and SO forth"
Errington passed by the $50 forth"
and only arranged for her dress and the
sittings.
But now" she said, "that that Ia
settled. We come to-you must please
name your"
Pardon me-" Errington interposed.
with resolute quietude that In itself
gave her fresh surety of her ground;
but you must do me the great favor
to let that part rest until the work Is
finished. You are not like q strang-
er----"
Indeed, hope not" Isbel said gent.
~. We'll. be it Is you please. then"
Thank you very much. Miss Bran
don."
He rose.
She. too. stood up: the moment had
come; the woman's heart stood still
Tor moment that was agony; two
lives happiness or misery hung on her
courage or failure.
We'll. suppose your time is valua-
ble?' she said, turning to him, but her
eyes did not fully meet his. Blythe
bye, Mr.. Errington, l believe--if l am
rightly informed-that l have come to
congratulate you?"
Congratulate mel" repeated the art
ISL, IN genuine surprise. For what?
on what ACCOUNT"
His surprise, and, oddly enough, the
very comedy Of the position. gave her
new courage. why, heard that you
are engaged to an heiress." she said.
| The Rubicon was crossed: there was
no going back now. come what would.
Errington flushed to the brow. then
paled again.
| 1T is absolutely untrue" he said, in
a strained way. and drew back step.
1t never could be true of mel"
But why not?" persisted Isbel, now
standing to her colors with true femin-
Inc staunchness, her eyes aglow. her
soft tones steady. III. as heard, you
are attached to her. why should your
engagement be an impossibllity. as you
imply?"
Had some one-Glyn. perhaps-dared
to tell her this. meaning herself. but
without naming her? flashed across
Eric. in naughty wrath and pain.
why impossible?" he repeated,
stung to a sort of desperation. BE
cause am poor. struggling man who
holds his honor dearer even than love
II the story were true. Neither the
world nor any woman born should
have the right to believe me q dis
honored fortune-hunter."
THE worlds Judgment" she said;
and now her breath came quickly. her
eyes flashed like diamonds. "You are
not such coward, l know. as to fear
that; but is it much less cowardly to
be afraid of even the risk of the
woman's installing your motive-the
woman you love, remember" She was
speaking with strangely passionate
IL suppressed, force that sent a sudden
vague thrill through the mana dim
sense of something that dazzled him
of a personality beneath the overt
meaning; an assertion of his love fol
the heiress as a fact, not a mere figure
of argument. 1.-THE woman you love
remember and whose happiness, per.
haps, your pride may wreck as we'll az
your own--whO doubtless knows your
hearts secret, and curses the miserable
gold and cruel pride that stands he.
tween your lives"
'lsbel" Errington sprang to hel
sidc-caught her hands in his own
My darling, my love from the first
Forgive, IL you can, worse than foo
that l have been. All. my poor Isbel!'
For the girl burst into tears as b,
locked her to his heart; the tension
must needs give way at last, brave cir
though she was.
20, why were you SO cruel? VIII,
did you force me to-to-- o, Eric!"
MY darling-forgive me!-because
loved so much feared your scornfu
refusal. Why should you think me diff
ferent from other wooers? And / new
er dreamed OF this happiness, dearest,
he said, passionately. "One word-tel
me you forgive your lover"
Eric, love you.' she whispered
| ana nfteO 0er lace lot moment 10
his kiss.
What matter IL some Of the world dit
say. when the marriage did take place
that it was the money the painter hat
sought? He cared not. and those VIII,
knew him and his wife knew well i
, was a love match entirely. The pic
,ure-not a mere portrait-of beautiful
Mrs. Errington. when seen the mex
May at the Academy. made a sensation
and sent up the rising artists name a
once.
so, after all, you see, Eric" hi
. wife says, arch and tender in one, "yo'
will win the best in the end, forum
, and fame"
And the priceless treasure tina
neither gold nor fame could buy" h
answers, smiling down on the dea
face-"my wife."-The Folks at Home
rhe New Woman.