Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1904-09-16


kindness that had so long existed be
tween the families, but Neil never
again offered her his hand; and such
conversation as they had was con-
strained, and of the most conventional
character.
AS Hyde grew stronger he spent his
hours in writing long letters to his
wife. He told her every trivial event
he commented on all she told him.
and her letters revealed to him a soul
so pure, so true, so loving, that he
vowed "he fell in love with her afresh
every day of his life"
One exquisite morning in May Kath-
crime stood at an open window look.
ing over the garden and the river, and
the green hills and meadows across
the stream. Her heart was full Of
hope. Richards recovery was so far
advanced that he had taken several
rides in the middle of the day. AL
ways he had passed the Van Heems-
kinks house and always Katherine
had been waiting to rain down upon
his uplssted face the influence of her
most bewitching beauty and her ten
derest smiles.
AS she happily unused, some one
called her mother from the front hall.
On fine mornings it was customary
to leave the door standing open; and
the visitor advanced to the foot of
the stairs and called once more,
"Lysbet Van Heemskirki Is there
naebody in to bid me welcome?"
Then Katherine knew it was Madam
Semple; and she ran to her mothers
room and begged her to go down.
and receive the caller. For in these
days Katherine dreaded Madam Sem
pie little. Very naturally, the moth
er blamed her for Neil's suffering and
loss of time and prestige; and she
found it hard to forgive also her posi-
tive rejection of his suit.
And towards Neil, Joris had a Sc
cret feeling of resentment. He had
taken no pains to WOO Katherine until
some one else wanted her. 1t was
universally conceded that he had been
the first to draw his sword, and thus
indulge his own temper at the expense
of their chlld's good name and hap
piness. So, below the smiles and kind
words of a long friendship, there was
bitterness. If there had not been
Janet Semple would hardly have paid
that morning visit; for before Lysbet
was half way down the stairs, Kath-
crime heard her call out:
Here's a bonnie come of. But it is
what a. folks expected. The Daunt-
less sailed the morn, and Capt. Earl
VII a contingent for the West Indies
station And who wi him, guess you,
but Capt Hyde, and no less? They
say he has furlough in his pocket
for a twelve-month; more like it's
clean total dismissal The guide ken
it ought to be-"
So much Katherine heard, then her
mother shut the door of the sitting
room. A great fear made her turn
faint and sick Were her fathers
words true? The suspicion once en-
tertained, she remembered several
little things which strengthened it
Her heart failed her; she uttered a
low cry of pain, and tottered to a
chair like one wounded.
1t was then ten o'clock. She
thought the noon hour would never
come. Eagerly she watched for Bran
and her father; for any certainty
would be better than such cruel fear
and suspense. And, if Richard had |
really gone the fact would be known |
to them. Bran came first. For once |
she felt impatient of his political en-
thusiasm. How could she care about |
liberty poles and impressed fishermen
with such a real terror at her heart? |
Joris was tenderly explicit He said
to her at once: 1.-The Dauntless'
sailed this morning. Oh. my little
one. sorry l am for thee,"
rs he gomez" Very low and slow
were the words; and Joris only an
swered, YES"
Without any further question or re-
mark, she went away. They were
amazed at her calmness And for
some minutes after she had locked
he door of her room, she stood still
n the middle of the floor, more like
me that has forgotten something, and
s trying to remember. than a woman
Who has received a blow upon her
,eart. No tears came to her eyes.
She did not think of weeping or re-
preaching, or lamenting. The only
luestions she asked herself were:
How am / to get life over? VIII
uch suffering kill me very soon?"
About two o'clock Lysbet went to
katherine The girl opened her door
t once to her. There was nothing
O be said, no hope to offer. The
mother did not attempt to say one
sord OF comfort. or hope. or excuse