The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1903-03-28

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"Ah, those were happy times, Louise'
"Yes-yes. And yet, in ALL they were
no happier than we find them here noW'
for my father was not happy there.
81 know know. And, after all, what
is happiness, but the offspring OF con
tent? Those were happy hours there In
the old garden at Clermont, ana nave
seen some happy ones here"
"O-and We'll see great many more
81 hope SOL believe so. But tell me,
Louise, do you remember how we used
to laugh and talk there, in that old gar"
den, and in the old chateau, and how
you used to plague and poster mel?
Eyes. | remember very Well Anu
how we'll you used to bear it,
"And do YOU remember how you used
to ninch nv cheek, and box my ears|
eyes"
"And why was it? Why did you do
| those things"
Because because you used to pes"
| ter me-"
How did l poster you? Come-now
| tell me-" And as Goupart thus spoke
he reached out and took the fair girls
hand.
But she made no reply. Her eyes were
| bent upon the ground, and the warm.
rich blood mounted to her cheeks ana
temples. :,
IF you will not tell me, may 4 tell
you?" whispered the young man, tremu-
lousy.
But I may have forgotten what you
mean," said Louise, casting turtlVe
glance ND into her companions face, but
dropping her eyes again when she touho
how eagerly his gaze was fastened upon
her. "You used to poster me IN many
ways" :,
"Yet I can remember Of but one. Shall
l speak itT'
"Certainly you may speak.
'Then twas for calling you my little
wife that you used to do these things
And more, too; you used to assure me
that when you became MY wife IN earn
est, you should be strong enough to plnch
and box me as | deserved. Don't you
remember?'
''But-but I was child then,' muir"
INJURED Louise, trembling.
"Ay-and we were both children. You
were then a laughing, buoyant girl OF
ten, and l a wild youth of seventeen
Those were times when the heart hid
none of its emotions. All Louise, many
time since then have | looked back
upon those hours, and tried to analyze
the emotions that moved me then. IL
seemed strange that | should have theI
taken an image upon my heart that tht
hand of time could never eiface--anC
that, too, the image of mere child. Bu'
do you remember when the painter, WV
ami came to the old chateau, and hlret
him to paint your miniature on ivory I!
Yes" murmured Louise, now looking
| up.
St. Denis opened his vest, and from
beneath it he drew a golden locket tina
opened by means Of a spring. lie press
ed it, and the case separated, revealing
sweet face-a childlike countenance
vet full of soul and life. The COLDER
hair hung in wild profusion about th
dimpled cheeks, and a beaming smile
dwelt in the deep blue eyes, and upol
the parting lips.
/ do you know whom that was takel
tor?' Goupart whispered.
20, yes-tis me; it's mine. l remem
Der it we'll o, how like Louis it looks?
Because it looks even now like you
But listen, Louise. Seven years--yes
eight years-I have owned this sWee
transcript, and not for one moment, dur
ing all that time, has it left my posses
sion. Never have my eyes closed Il
sleep but it has rested upon my bosom
and never waking hour but have worl
it next my heart. Think you l hav
. forgotten the sweet love of my boyhoodT
Gradually the fair girls head sank upo7
her companions bosom, and when sh
looked up again, her eyes were filled witt
tears.
| (To be continued)