Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1900-10-13
Copyright, 1900: Daily Story Pub. Coz

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He was very young and re held des-
perate wives of life, born of boundless
ignorance and inexperience. She was
q woman, no longer in her first youth,
but with that about her that made the
mere pink and white p%rettiness of gi"l-
hood seem as insipid as bread and but
ter. In every line of her issome fig-
ure, in every fold of her thin black.
dinner gown, in the very air, with which
che turned to the callow youth at her
side, there was all of the fascination OF
the woman of the world-the woman
who is sophisticated, h knows life,
and who makes you feel wNh subtle
t,atery, that the present moment is like,
some rare wine that is slipping de>
licasely, lingeringly, with all a connois-
eeurs appreciation of its flavor.
She had, in truth, rather shrugged her
shoulders when her hostess had told
young Grigsby to take her into d1nnefs
It'll lady was amusing her. he was
a newspaper reporter. He talked shop.'
and she liked people who talked shcf'.s
It showed you the under side OF thlngs,l
and how the wheels go around. Juse now
VIe UOy lLdu UCSl VA ASA
of the latest murded sensation. A man.,
an Italian, who kept a flower stall. had
been found lead with a kni.e thrust
Through his heart, and his face burleI
among his roses. The nan hni no
enemies so far as known. Not n penny
of money had been taken. There was
absolutely no clew either to the MUIR
derer, or to a motive for the deed.
depend on it," said the youth with
all the self confidence of the amateur
detective, "a woman did 1T. The man
was a handsome fellow, and he had just
been married. Back of it all you Will see
that there is some b~lack-eyed Beatrice,
Or Tessa he had made o to, and then
forgotten. The old story, you know-the.
woman scorned. IT'S the kind of a things
4 woman always revenges.
Different stratas of society, different
Methods" the boy Interrupted. I'm her
set the woman scorned takes her re-
yenge with a knife. In ours she takes
it-God knows how
A servant was filing the woman's
glass with Wine. She watched it as the
bubbles rose up the crystal stem, and
beaded it with jewels and there was a
little pause before she spoke. "a
Perhaps you are right" she said.
teach of us avenges our own wrongs,
and slights-our hearts and our wound
ed pride-in our own way. Cur, 'usly
enough I have just been watching a
little drama, a comedy or tragedy, as
you like, that proves your point-with a
difference.
"Shall I tell you the story? Yes? 1t
begins back in the dark ages-oh, fifteen
years ago, and, as a dramtist would say,
both scenes occur at the same summer
Ho~o.t VI lo,o;,o 1r,oc On frsar1 nf
mine, and at that time she was a mere
sli, of a girl. Picture to yourself a thin.
childish figure, with a mop of red brown
hair and great intense eyes that always
seemed too big for the wistful little face.
Think of her as one utterly ignorant Of
all worlds ways, but with a hungry, pas
sionate little soul. yearning for love. for
music, for beauty, for a wider horizon.
for all that goes to make up the salt and
SAVIOR of life.
''Lt happened thai that summer an old
aunt had taken the girl with her to some
springs, and lance threw her with a
nan Of the world, cultured, brilliant,
travelled, so unlike the men she had ever
known in her crude life he seemed to her
the very god of her dreams. There was
not a charm of his polished manners, not
a turn of his quick wit, not an elegance
or luxury OF MS lOlleCCte lHdI QlO not
thrill her every sense with delight. What
he saw in her. heaven knows. Perhaps
In some dim way her soul called to his
and for a time he answered it, perhaps
her very ignorance of life diverted one
who was wortd-wise and weary. At any
rate he found the little country cir
amusing, Inc devoted himself to her.
Its a platitude, isn't it," went or
the woman with a throb of pity in he
voice "to say that the girl fell in Low,
with him? What chance has the Attl;
helpless, fluttering bird against the ser
pent that snare It? To the girl it wa,
like the coming true Of all that h hat