Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1903-11-12


Il wasn't hurt" he replied. do you
imagine that regret it? No, sir. l am
twice the man | was before, for any
useful purpose in this world. Do you
think l have come out here to pine
away and die? Far from it, my friend.
| came to get bit of grip on myself,
and I've got it, and now I'm going back
among the workers to show what can
do for the love of a woman who is
worth it."
MY dear fellow" said 1, why go
back so soon? Upon my word, you
amaze me. If l ever saw a man who
didn't look like a gutter you're the
individual. How can you give up like
this? AS l understand it, you haven't
given the lady half a chance. You have
had no refusal"
She needs no question" said he sad
ly. You have met her Tell me, is it
necessary to speak word to her? Does
not she see straight into your heart as
easily as l look out of that open win
dow?"
II used to think so,' said |, but
now, to be frank with you, l have my
doubts. She has an innocent delight
in mystification. 1t pleases her to play
pretty tricks. Have you observed her
brother?'
Derringer smiled a strange, sad
smile.
''She hasn't any brother" he said.
l was pacing the floor and had pass
ed him. Turning quickly at this speech
of his, l looked beyond him through
! the window, and there stood Jimmy
Lamoine on the driveway. Without
replying in words pointed to the boy.
Derringer's eyes rested for a moment
upon James and then met mine.
He is not her brother" he said. "Do
you see any resemblance between
them? No; and there isn't any. l re-
member your telling me that Lucy Ann
! mentioned to you how much the boy
looked like his sister. Perhaps he does
You and I have never seen Miss La.
| NOME"
"Derringer," said I, you are becom
ing hysterical. What is this nonsense
supposed to mean?"
"The simplest thing in the world" he
3
l met the young lady whom we have
I known as Miss Lamoine in New York
few days before your arrival. The
effect upon me l have described to you.
1t is the rankest folly to say tfat she
| saw anything in me worth loving, and
yet l can't help believing it. Heaven
forgive me. Then you came, and what
ever impression l had made was utter
ly effaced."
"Oh, see here, Derringer," said l,
'she never cared a penny for me.
Don't disturb your mind with wild
Authorizations"
my friend, have her own word for
it,"
He spoke with convincing earnest
ness, and | was staggered. My mind
was still confused by his previous per
picking statements, and this upon the
top of them was too much for me.
Let me try to get this straight"
said l. do l understand that you
asked her to marry you and she said
something which led you to believe
that stood in your wayF'
IL did not commit that absurdity," he
replied. "She read my heart. She knew
that she need only lift her finger to
bring me to my knees before her meta
phorically or literally. confound it, any
: way she wanted! And instead what did
she do? She told me very pretty sto-
ry about a girl who was an orphan and
had been brought up under the care of
one who had been her fathers friend.
AS soon as she opened her lips | knew
that she was speaking of herself. This
guardian of hers was the finest man in
the world. She would die to please
|. him.
, "She?" cried. Miss Lamoine!"
ut pleased the lady to omit names,
7 he replied. "She was telling ME the
story of friend. 1t appeared that the
} guardian had a son who had been
much away from home, abroad during
J the last few years. He was returning
and it was his fathers best wish, his
/. dearest hope. that there should be a
!. wedding"
The perspiration from my forehead
s ran down into my eyes, and it was
cold.
I ne WAS u uutlI III sui. W az
D. count" continued Derringer, land
: would undoubtedly marry to please his
father even If it broke his own heart
e and the girls. Happily, however. there
!. would be no such double catastrophe
|. for the girl loved him."
$ "She loved me?" exclaimed. "Siby
|. loved me? The thing isn't possible
r Why, man, was a brute to her. The
only shadow of kindness ever showed
|. her was to sing sad songs to make hel
D cry" H3#H&
y "The girl loved him." said behring's
8 firmly. "She couldn't remember a time
k when she hadn't, and. being the RICH
IS sort Of girl at heart, she was afrait
5, he would pretend to love her in orde
:, to please his father. The idea becam
q a nightmare with her-a night and da!
o mare. So she hit upon plan in thu
midst of her desperation. 1t seems tina
a n. k.ly lAl