The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1899-05-27

tell you. It wal only that I'm so fon,
OF dear old George, and couldn'i
bear to think he should be made un
happy for no real reason, for YOU d,
like him. don't you, Vere2 Oh, M
dear, you don't know how dear ant
kind and good he is-you'd never thinl
he was a genius If there wasn't all hi,
lovely pictures hung on the line ever
year 70 prove it. And he had nevel
asked anyone else before We're, for Ii,
told me So"
And he will never ask me agin. :
sobbed We're, in piteous, strangleG
voice.
"Well, so he said, said Mrs. Jock re.
feetively-"b then men say a great
many things that they don't stick to,
you know, dearie. And why not, dear
old George as well as any other man,
eh9 And you do really like him,
yere?"
/ We're, however, had nothing definite
to say on this subject, but she cried a
great deal and Mrs. Jock gathered that
she was just as heart-broken for love of
George Lumley as George Lumley was
heart-brolSen for love of her.
And he had positively vowed that he
would never ask her to marry him
againl
Two days later, Mrs. Jock got tele-
gram from the city.
We're, We're, !" she cried, breathlessly,
II knew it was all right knew my
dear old George wouldn't sull1. knew
it would be all right in the end"
rs he coming?' We're asked She had
grown very white and her lips were
trembling as we're her hands,
Coming. No, poor dear it will be
long enough before he goes anywhere.
But Jock went up to town. was so
uneasy, and he wires to say"-and she
tried TO smooth the bit of fiuttering
paper out, which, as a brisk breeze was
blowing, she found very difIicult-"see,
this is what Jock says; Found George
in bed, had bad accident, letter I'M
opened. Come up to town at once and
bring We're with you. So you see,
dear child, it was all right after ALL"
We're looked at her with profound dis
may. ''Where is it all right, I'd like to
know?' she cried. "IIe is lying with
broken leg or head or something, too i'll
TO open your letter-and you call it all
right 1 don't sec how matters could
be very much more wrong. And when
he does come to himself don't suppose
he will be any more fnrgivinp toward
me, she ended, with sob in her throat.
Mrs. Jock laughed, although it was
not a very real sounding laugh, and
there was suspicious brightness about
her eyes. ''It won't help matters for
you and to stay wrangling hero, dear
we have TO catch the train at six
clock Jock is sure to meet us with
the latest news"
But he did not do so. On the CON
trary, when the train ran into Liverpool
street station there was not sign of
Mr.. Airlie, and the hearts of the two
women sank as they realized the fact.
"'oh! but there is Lakewood" Mrs.
Jock exclaimed suddenly, in tone of
relief. 'Blaclwood is Georges own
man-evidently Jock did not like leav-
ing him. Here we are, Blackwood,"
she called out. 81 suppose you have
come TO meet us"
Eyes, ma'am, he replied; 'Mr. Air
lie did not like to leave my master"
"And how is he? What was wrong
what was the acedent?' Mrs. Jock
asked, eagerly.
"A cab accident, ma'am My master
was knocked down in trying to save q
child from being run over"
And much hurt?' anxiouslv.
VERY seriously hurt, maan-con- |
cussion of the brain. Mr. Lumlcv has |
not known anyone until this after
noon.n
WAS Mr.. Airlie with him thenP"
YES, ma'am-and / think he was
barely conscious when came away. l
have the broughain here, ma'am."
In few minutes they were COM
tortably installed in Lumley's coy
orougham, and at last they turned into
he pleasant tree-shaded road in which
he studio, as Lumley's house was
'alled, was situated, and in a couple of
minutes later had turned in at the gate
md driven up to the house.
We're walked in, conscious that the
ntranee hall was large and softly
arpeted and hung with many pictures
nd trophies of various kinds. A large
eweled lamp hung overhead, she'd
ing soft light around, and big dog
anne to meet them. Then Jock
Airlie came hurriedly down the stairs
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