Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1903-10-16

~--< a holy and beau
=~.-- tiful thing She
lad read as much in moral philosophy,
ind likewise in poetry. Few feelings
could compare with it in unselfsh fer
vor and constancy. And, as she had
said, Edward was ore brother in ten
thousand-and not to be compared with
common men.
She began the preparations for the
drive at. half-past two, pursuant to her
husbands directions Not that she
expected to leave the house that after
noon, Edwards judgment being, in her
estimation, but one remove from infal-
libility; she could not believe that the
trial of the horses would result as Mr..
Withers had predicted, but that they
would be remanded to the stable and
custody of the unreliable jockey with
out approaching her door, or gladden.
ing Harriet's eyes. Nevertheless, the
order had gone forth that she should
don her cloak, furs, hat and gloves be-
fore three O'Clock, and Mr.. Withers
would be displeased were he to return
at five and find her in her home dress.
Harriet tapped at her door before she
was half ready.
Gust to remind you,-my dear ma
DAM" she said, sweetly, "of. what NY
cousin said about keeping the horses
standing" She was equipped cap-a-
pie for the excursion, and Constance re-
newed her silent accusation Of imper-
tinent forwardness as she saw her trip
down stairs to take her station at
front window, that my cousin" might
see, at the first glance, that she was
ready and eager for the promised-and
because promised by him-certain
pleasure Of the jaunt.
Constance was surprised, five minutes
before the hour designated, to hear a
hustle and mems voices in the lower
hall They had really come, then, in
spite Of her representations. Draw
ing on her gloves that she might not
be accused of dilatoriness, she walked
to the door of her chamber, when it
was thrown wide against her by her
maid.
ooh, ma'amr' she blubbered, her
cheeks like ashes and her eyes bullying
| from their sockets. May all the bless
ed saints have mercy upon yet There's
been the dreadfullest accident Them
brutes of horses has run away, and Mr..
Witherses and Mr. Edward is both
killed dead! They're bringing them
upstairs this blessed mint, and
catching her mistresss skirt as she
dashed past her-"you're not to he
frightened, ma'am, the doctor says. He
sent me up for to tell you CAREFUL"
Unhearing and unheeding, Constance
wrested her dress from the girls hold,
and met upon the upper landing Of the
staircase four men bearing senseless
| form. The head was sunk upon the
breast, and the face hidden by the
shoulders of those who carried him, bat
her eyes fell instantly upon the right
hand, which hung loosely by his side.
She recognized the fur gauntlet that
covered it as one of pair of riding
gloves she had given Edward Withers
at Christmas, and which he had worn
since whenever he drove or rode She
had seen him pocket them that morn
ing before going out.
Mrs. Withersl my dear ladyl you
really must not touch him yet" said
the attendant physician, preventing her
when she would have thrown her arms
about the injured man. He pul,ed her
back by main force, that the body
might be carried into the chamber she
had just quilted.
Let me gol Let me co. Do you
hear me?" her voice rising into a
shrill scream that chilled the veins and
panied the hearts of all who heard it.
Dead or alive. he belongs to me, and
to no one elsel Mani how dare you
hold me? You do not know how much
loved him-my darlingl Oh, my dar-
lingi'
The doctor was a muscular man, but,
in her agony of despair, she was
stronger than he, babe fair to master
him, as she wrestied to undo his grasp
upon her arms.
rs there no one in this place who
can persuade her to be calm?" he
asked, imploringly, looking back down
the stairs.
There was a movement at the foot
Of the steps, then the crowd parted il
stantly and silently, unnoticed by the
frantic woman. She was still strug
Cling, threatening and praying to be
released; when pallid face, streaked
with blood, confronted her-a tender
hand touched her arm. Constance,
my dear sister, my poor girl, come
with me! VIII you not?" said COM
passionate tones.
"She has tainted. That Is the best
thing that could have happened" said
the doctar. sustaining the dead weight