The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1898-07-16

CLOAK, Wlen the door was throT,.
and Joe entered. open
An, joe, l was just coming-s
Her sentence was never ana.
she staggered back>in horror naI.
breathless. pais and
Joe had aYailed himself of the -.
eye possessed by the lords Of cre s.i1l'
ne had braved the prospect Of ! I Nh
ache, and, for the first time s,.a lssa'
ed. 4A''Aieai-
Amily stood by the wall: %, -
minutes she was too appalled, r. s sous
and she said not a word. Tbo. 4,
color came slowly back to her IN. s .us
cheeks, and her dark eyes took anu
that was dangerous. Gatherins lVOk
skirts about her as though she so.u 'e,
pollution, she walked past him NM oa'ss
the door, and up the creaking star u
the little bed chamber.
I'VE shall soon be in London s.,,
John HoVenden. 1--WE only one n,as NV
to stop at on the way. Are YOU warm sa5T'
enough?" warm
Yes, oh yes, thank you. Do dr,r,
quickly-some one will see us. sbs $40 =.
swered, drawing back timidly bab,ns
the awning.
At last Hovenden drew up at n.
gate of a great house that lay hack II
its garden. 'A ~
1 shall be with you again directly
he said, as he sprang to the ground and
hurried up the gravel walk.
The sudden stiffness after fbe no,0,
motion Of the cart seemed to recall
Amily to herself The haunting nm
terness that had been with her an
through that miserable day, the stranga
wild desire to be anywhere but in tSs
lonely little cottage outside the village
seemed suddenly to give place to a an.
terent state of mind. The touch Of The
mans hand was gone from hers. Il
was relief. She had not wanted 4
she never would want it, nor him nor
his love. What she wanted was that
Joe should be kind to her, that Toe
should love her little, and be con-
tented with her. If she left him this
would never be-if she left him he
might even love some one else! Ter.
rlble thought, that sent the color ay-
ing over the face of Joe's Amiiy! she
had loved Joe when she married him;
ne might not be all that she had
thought; he might be-he likely was
a hard kind of man. But he was Joe
and she loved him.
Amily sprang from the cart and
love, the old love of her life, seemed
10 lend her wings as she fed down The
dark roads towards her home. She
never looked behind; never looked
back at what she might have been. at
the sin she had been so near commit.
ting. She looked neither to right nor
to left; the darkness had no horrors
for her that night. Joe would be at,
nome; he would be angry with her,
he would swear at her; he might DOS
5ibly, for the first time in his life, be
rough with her. But she deserved 1t
all, and-he was Joe!
The carrier had taken her a long
way, it was nearly II O'Clock before
she was in sight Of her home. There
Was light in the kitchen window, and
is she came closer she saw on the blind
he shadow Of her husband as he paced
o and fro. For a moment only she
lesitated, and then lifted the latch and
vent in.
Joe turned, and the husband and wife
tood face to face in silence Then
he spoke, raising her face to his with
Utmost child-like pleading.
Joe, I'm sorry. meant to go away
or always; but II had to come
Jack"
Joe looked at her without speaking
It first. Then he drew the back Of
lis hand slowly across his eyes.
Take off them wet cloes, old girl"
le said; you'll be catchin' cold. And,
tut the stoo on, do, and let's have
/ be starvin'. "-Exchange