The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1897-01-09

! n Y dear girl, you'll have to let
/ MI me OF. I'm awfully sorry, but
! - 4 the Governor won't give way.
I'm really fond of you, and think you
are Of me, but"
''Ol why didn't 1 want to marry a
decent barrister, a doctor, or even a
/ Journalist, instead Of an Earl's younger
" said Miss Muriel Mallett. with
frOwn on her pretty face, and tear
or tive in her large, limpid eyes--eyes
which made all the men think, wrong
b, that she was poetical and sentiment
AZ But seriously, can you give me
UDT
The Hon. Bob Martindale looked at
her. She was just his ideal-tall, we'll
built, but with a saucy face in which
the big black eyes seemed out of place,
II fascinating. There was in her coun-
tenance the strangeness which, accord
Ing to Bacon, is necessary to great
beauty. She affected a tailor-made
gown and was always well groomed;
d.. Jet, though her dress was tribe man
nish, In the brusque movements which
showed that she was hdgety, glimpses
Of gossamer stocking and fine Valen-
ciennes revealed themselves, and show
ed that she had a conscience in costume
that would have delighted the hero of
Gautier's novel with the famous pre-
face.
"My dear girl, If 1t were a question
Of risking my life, or anything like
that,I wouldn't hesitate; If it were even
one of those affairs Of fellows who
for few hours of-of well, you know,
gladly die, I'd be there; but-but can't
be cad. They have brought me up
as a swell without any profession, and
I'm a bit Of fool, and couldn't live
! on your earnings as actress, SO there
you are"
Miss Muriel sighed. Bob was a hand
some fellow and manly, and he would
have the title and estates some day If
two obstacles were to disappear.
'T did like you, Bob, and do, and
you were always straight. should like
to have been your wife. If only we'd
some money to run a theatrical com
pany within
eyes, If I hadn't been such juggins
as to blue the Eve thou. old Uncle Tom
left mel didn't know you then"
eyes, If we'd the five thou.g' she
started a little. "You will marry me
II ever 1 have E6,OoO7 o, you'd have
to work, have to be my manager"
He nodded.
ITS a promise for two yearsT
eyes" 81
"Honor brightT' III
eyes, Of course, If"
'If run straight? Well, look here,
we've been engaged-honorably-and
you want to break 1t off,"
He lowered his head.
'I'm young, only "A even at Somer-
set House. I'd like to have married
you, and should have been q good
wife, too. However, some day,1 may
want to marry some one else" ,
The man shuddered. ,. rs
+, "a broken engagement isn't GER
tiacate of good character; you must
give me one. That's fair
She got up and wheeled to him a
little round table, on which was a croc-
odile-skin writing-pad, with silver
edges. She opened 1t, took outtwriting
paper, and found him pen and ink.
''Now, then. write this
'My Dear Miss Mallett: 1t is my
painful duty to tell you that 1 have
made fruitlessly desperate effort. to
gain my fathers consent to our mar
riage. He utterly refuses saying that
he Is so old-fashioned as to object to
have an actress ass daughter-in-law.
Therefore, l am compelled to break
Of my engagement with woman
whom still love and esteem" ! ~
The Hon. Bob signed the letter sad,
~. .st =
''Now, be of. rye to go to. rehearsal
No, you mustn't drive me down. Once
more, If within two years have five
thou. as capital, you promise you will
marry me?"
eyes, darling, on my word OF honor!
With a swift movement she threw
her arms around his neck and kissed
him passlonately. A minute later he
found himself In the. street. sad and
sbewildered.
That evening there was rejoicing in
the big mansion in Belgrave square
and the Earl OF Hexham drank toC
much in honor Of the return to re
SpectabIlity of the prodigal Bob. -,
II "Wsn soon find you a wife, my boy, :
he said, over the port, which lhe dranl
An honor Of the affair and In, defianc,
Of govt and doctors orders. ''Nont
OF your rich American trash, but'somI
one Of decent family and the sort o
solid, reasonable dOwry, that atyoGnge
son deserves" A@'' t- 81 .. :
Next morning at II o'clock, whel
the Earl was vainly trying to put Of
his boots without swearing at the pain
che Hon. Bob entered the library wit
n Mnnnnnant In hla hand al kn.un