The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1903-12-26

portfolio of papers; the other rested on
the table beside him, supporting him, az
he leaned forward towards the marquis.
Suddenly the latter, aroused by some
movement of Rose, turned and beheld her,
and Immediately, after whispering sim
gle word to his companion, advanced to
meet the young girl. There was an arch
smile on his countenance as he bent down
to kiss her.
Rose, my pet" he said, simply, lyon.
der is Robin; go and meet him." And he
passed her directly, leaving the apart
ment and closing the door behind him.
That RobinT Rose, in her astonish-
ment, could neither speak nor move.
THAT RobinT' was her inward query.
For, forgetting the warning Of the mar
quis, she had looked for Robin of the
olden memory, and the change bewilder-
ed her, until recollection came.
Here, indeed, was no sturdy figure, In
its linen blouse, its heavy boots, no large
hat, such as had covered the gardeners
head, and shaded his face from the sun:
no peasants garb, or peasants air; and
yeti was Robin!
why does he not speakT said the
young girl, tremblingly to herself.
But suddenly the gentleman raised his
hand, passed it across his brow, and held
it there for an instant; then, laying aside
the writing materials which he held,
turned and advanced to meet her.
A low, glad cry escaped the lips Of
Rose on beholding that face-Rob4n's
face, and then she was silent-she turn
ed pale. What was this change which
she beheld as he came nearer? what coun-
tenance was it? Did she indeed behold
Robin himself, Or The cloak dropped
from his shoulders.
"Robin-Louisv' she uttered, Quivering
with emotion.
'Well, which is it?" Vita the same
light, beaming, sunshiny smile that she
had met every day for the last two weeks
with the familiar voice and air that
blended In one two characters hitherto
distinct, he came forward, and taking her
hands into the gentle Jet firm clasp Of
his own, while he drew her to his breast,
repeated: (which is it, Rose? Doubling
and believing, too? Tell me my name,
mignonneV
"Ah, Louis-Louis, tell me what this
means?" she cried, in an imploring tone.
'"Then you declare that / am Louis?''
he said, laughingly; "but see-see how au-
dacious he has grown!" And the young
man, with daring tenderness, pressed his
lips to hers. (Which Is It now, RoseT
"It is-Robin-it Is Louis; either, and
both. l cannot tell. am bewilderedv'
She covered her face with her hands.
"My Rose-my little, faithful, noble
hearted darling!' Louis murmured, low
ingly, and with the softest emotion in his
tones, as he led her to seat. "My gen
erous-brave Rose, will you forgive this
long and heavy trial? You have conquer
ed-nobly conquered! You are victorious,
love. Look up and speak to me. Let me
see, at least, that Louis has mot lost the
heart that Robin won"
She did look up. The sweet face, tinged
with reddest bushes, sparkIed with blend,
ed tears and smiles.
"You deceived me, Louis. I see it now
understand it all. But you deceived
me most cruelly!' she said.
"And almost broke my own heart
Rose, as we'll as your own. All, if you
new how / suffered last night, you would
forgive mev'
And Rose could but do so. The period
,, of probation was passed. The unhappi
| in it's duration, was terminated now
Louis d'Artois had perfected his scheme
| and tested it fully, to his own satisfac
ton. The outward charms of the woman
he loved were nobly. equalled by hel
| truth, her irmness, her constancy. Meth
er ambition, nor pride, nor cupidity, haG
tempted her, for one instant, to swervt
| from her faith. She had remained true
to the humble lover who had won hel
first affection.
"Rose, do you love me? will you take
Louis now?" asked the count, with arch
tenderness.
"How can take Louis? I am prom
Used to Robin" returned she, gravely. 81
came here to meet Robin; he has vanish
ed and you nre answerable for his disap
pearance. I refused Louis last night"
may, then-I will become a gardener
again, for your sake, love. I will put OF
my PEASANTS dress once more and take
my spade, and toll in the garden from
morning till night; while you Sit as yor
used to sit, just by the cottage door am
sing to me while you sew. What pref
ty cottage girl you were Rose! I believ,
I loved you the first time we met"
"And l thought"
"Ah, what, Rose?"
''That you loved Helen" she answered
blushing.
/ Helen, thou little mouse. what pu
that thought into thy pretty headY
at came there, Louis; l do not know
well how. l suspect the idea was YER!
natural one. She is so beautiful
MY pet, Helen must never hear yol
acknowledge that little piece of innocen
audacity. Helen? All, she would smil
with amusement at the mere mention o
such thing! She would not marry me
Rose. / do like her very dearly. Sh'
! likes me, also, quite as well, believe
but should as soon contemplate an ALI
ance with a queen as with her"
"You make me smile, Louis. How mod
est you are! You mean to say tina
| Helen"
II mean to say, Rose, that my prou
and lovely cousin will be content to re
main unwedded all her days rather thai
wed with so humble a parsonage as my
self. She is dear cousin, Rose; but
think that, secretly, she is ambitious
Francis Egerton loves her, am sure
but do you not see that she treats hin