The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1899-07-01


brief faintness vanishing as q ecrap Of
mist is blown away from a rugged hilI-
side. do yon mean Mr. Mypdherst
Van Doren?n
Eyes," said another voice, before
the gentleman could respond. "Here
he comes, now It's a wonder he
wasn't killed by the carriage upsetting
as it did.
Nothing could more clearly have ex-
pressed the provineialism of New York
at that period than what now followed
from another member of the throng:
'Oh, he's SO equity, Or rheumatic, or
whatever it is, that he keeps his
carriage all padded inside, just like
baby's."
'Hushl here he comes murmured
the gentleman, and soon Mr.. Van Doren
moved up to Stanheld with an extended
hand. His rheumatism made him limp
little, but he had sustained no injury.
His greeting of the young man who
had certainly saved his life was civil,
but by no means gracious. The face
which his nephew looked upon, rising
clean shaved and sharp-fcatured from
its ample stock, was almost frigid and
lifeless enough to have been carved
from some sort of gruyish marble.
81 thank you, young sir-I thank you
very much, very much" He was hold
ing Stan1eld's hand while he thus
spoke, but on a sudden dropped it and
fumbled in side pocket of his
coat, which was cut like the evening
'swallow-tail'' coat of the present.
Soon he produced wallet and drew
from it card, which he handed Stan
field. "Thcrer' And then he stared
fixedly at his prescrver for an instant,
finally giving helpless little shrug of
the shoulders and disclosing a shattered
pair of spectacles which he had thus far
kept in his dropped left hand. II can't
see anybody very well without these"
he pursued. "But I'll be able to look
at you better if you'll call upon me-
Como tomorrow al eleven O'Clock IN
the morning, will yon? I'm little
shaken up, you know, though / amt
hurt. He said this with a sort Of gem
orally challenging grin to the crowd
an expression which his nephew no
sooner saw than he greatly dislil1ed.
And then he was helped away by some
one who knew well enough to offer
him an arm. though he had no actual
friend in New York, throughout whose
limited community his wealth and his
avarice had both quite VIGOROUSLY tran.
spircd.
Stanfield moved away in another Iii
rcction. He began to feel little stiff
in certain muscles and realized, now
thct it was all over, the tremendous
risk which he had run. The dispensing
called gay words after him,
ha.f gratulatorY, half Satire. Some
voices assured him that he was in ior
"a Thousand dollars, sure' on the NOR
row, and others mocllingly doubted |
such an amount of guerdon, while at |
the same time mixing their eynio dis
trust of ''old Van Doren'' with tones OF
respect Eor his dauntless young savior.
Just like the selfish old misc, y was |
the last comment that Stauflcld heard. |
'But perhaps this handsome young
chap is rich himself and don't wact any
reward"
Don't want any rev ardln thrrrht
the hero of the l.Gur, as he reraeinl. red
ais own and Martha's dwin1ling .Nrse.
What would they say if they llnea he
vas my mothers brother? l woader
what he will say when he hears. and
no never even asked me my nalre.
Well, wen, we shall see tomorrow Whit
we shall see"
Whom he reached home ind began his
story TO Martha, she broke into lite
cries cd horror and alarm. Before he
lad finished she was at his feet, KISSING
ais hand and gazing up with Wild vsaIt,
sulness into his face.
''And you're not the least bit in.
uredP" she at length exclaimed. ooh,
fou noble, glorious Alfredl But I's= an,
Try at You, " she broke off, rising; you
should never have put yoar life Into
such awful pey3l-ueverl''
While she wept and trenbled al the
Iced he had done, Stanfeld threw his
irms about her and kissed each ivory
id of her sweet gray eyes, eoeh dimple
It the corners of her arched pink lips.
Think, Martha" he said, ''thinIt
What may come of It'll Theyc he was, {
NY actual uncle Myndherst, and mover
lreamed of such thing! RIiser or no {
niser, he'll be forced to help us now. ]
Vot that want his money. Oh, no, it I
sn that. But by lifting finger he {
an get me something to do. There's
he joyful part of it; there's where the {
cry hand of Providence itself seems to !
ave been stretched forth la car behalf
yours and mine!" {
"Oh, it does look as though our trou.
les were over" said Martha, wiping t
er eyes. but then, Alfred, to think '
I your doing so awfully reckless a /
hing! Promise me you'll never think
I risking your dear life like that again l
mot even to get millions and mil a
ons." t
Il WON'T" he laughed, once more
issing her. ''T'll draw the line as re-
ards my future deed OF valor precisely n
one million" 0
10y
CHAPTER II. a,
With great punetuaIity Stanfeld pre-. il
anted himself the next morning at his Il
ncle's house in State street. The n
ailding had by no means a cheerful fl
ok as he raped with the bright brass b
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