Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1898-11-18

Al what time shall expect your"
asked Beatrice.
ANY time between and TO-" he rc-
pu"d, and with more carcssing words
and sweet looks they parted. he gein:
""cA through the woods and she re-
turning home.
Mrs. Bevington sat down. feeling
| quite faint, Was this how her castle
| III spain was to end TO burst like A
! bubble in the air? She sighed and a
| SAD sad look came over her FACE, as She
| thought of another broken dream.
she sat there for an hour or more,
ana then arose and walked slowly
nome. I'm a silly OLD woman" she
thought 10 herself as she mounted the
Stars to her room, after inquiring in
the hall if Miss Beatrice had returned,
10 nave laid such plans. Arranged
marriages rarely are happy, so perhaps
II is all for the best"
When Mrs. Remington walked into
the drawing room to receive her eX.
pe"lcd guests no one would have
guessed that small tragedy had hap.
pened not two short hours ago. She
was dressed as usual, in black. with IA
touch Of rare old lace at the neck ana
sleeves. While her beautiful white hair,
pIled high up on her stately head,
framed her sweet face like halo.
MIR. John Trevor Trenholm" an.
nounced the butler as he threw open
the door.
Mrs. Bevington advanced to greet
him, looked, gasped then looked again,
and for once forgot her composure. She
sank almost fainting on a chair beside
her, while Jack Trenholm frantically
rang the hell for a servant and famed
her with his handkerchief
What is the matter, grandma 2"
asked Beatrice, hastily entering the
room.
On perceiving the figure bending over
ner grandmother she started Mrs.
Bevington looked at Jack and tried to
speak. while he and Beatrice both APP
peared guilty
You should have told her more care.
fully" said Beatrice, looking a little
reproachfully at Jack as she spoke. Her
grandmother was dear TO her.
Il have told her nothing" replied he.
"Why. my dear girl, have only just
arrived"
Both looked more guilty and puzzled
than ever. What could be the matter?
Are you the grandson of my old
friend. John Trenholmi" asked Mrs.
Remington. family.
Yes" replied Jack.
WAS It you saw kissing Beatrice
this afternoons
This question was decidedly embar-
RAISING. Jack colored. while Beatrice
looked ready to cry. Jack braced him
self up for the final struggle.
YES, Mrs. Beyington, it was. have
a confession to make to both you and
Beatrice. who. until this moment never
knew that in any way knew Of YOU
When my grandfather learned that |
was coming into this neighborhood he
asked me to call on you. and also init
mated that If fell in love with Beat.
rice he would have no objection. He
said he thought in that way to atone
for the past"
Mrs. Bevington sighed. and tear
crept down her face; he had not quite
forgotten her then.
But | was not quite willing" contn-
ued Jack, ito marry girl under cir
cumstances so suspicious, therefore de-
termined to come quietly, incoguto in
fact, and see for myself II | cared fnr
her, and what was infinitely more nee
essary, II she could learn 10 care for
me. came, saw and she conquered.
Beatrice never knew until tonight who
really was, although | have known
her for two weeks. and so she loves me
for myself alone. And now ask your
forgiveness, Mrs Remington. for nv
bold stroke for happiness; is 1t
grantedT'
Do | need TO tell you her answer
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