The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1904-10-08

investments turned out we'll; and peo-
pie began to look upon him as a COM
ing man.
Then came the big booms. Mines
which were worth comparatively little
were raised to enormous prices. Cyril
realized when the excitement was
highest and returned to England mil
uonaire.
OF course, people made a fuss over
him, for he was young, good-looking,
immensely wealthy and an Englishman
strangely enough.
But Cyril was not a happy man.
The bracelet still weighed on his con-
science. It was to try and find its
owner that he accepted the invitations
which society pressed upon him. For
whole season he searched for her,
but without success. He got tired Of
the alteration which was flung at him
Or rather his millions; 80 he, one
day, packed up his portmanteau and
went into the country.
His destination was quiet little inn
near Dartmoor, which he had known
in the days of his youth.
One afternoon he was casting q fly
along one of the streams that abound
on the moors. He turned a corner and
a sight greeted him which made his
pulse throb madly.
Huge powders studded with bloom
ing heather formed background. At
their foot piece of green, and lying
lsleep, with her head on cushion and
rod by her side, was the girl for
whom he had been in search
He approached closer. She was sleep
ing soundly. Quickly he drew the
bracelt from his pocket, where he al
ways carried it. With gentle touch he
placed it round her wrist and snapped
it. She moved In her sleep, and he
hastened away. He looked round, and
she was again sleeping peacefully.
Cyril had restored the bracelet to its
owner, but with the bauble he had
given his heart.
To make up his mind was to act.
It did not take him long to discover
that she was Lady AIclt Doversford,
and that she lived with her father at
Doversford Court. He was also pleased
to hear that the earl was exceedingly
poor.
Again he CHANGED to meet her when
she was fishing.
She approached him at once.
Can you lend me black gnat?' "
| she asked him in a sweet voice that
thrilled him,
With trembling fingers he produced
the fly.
Cyril was not in the mood to make
haste slowly. They met again, and he
iattered himself she was pleased to see
| him
Next he wrote to the earl and asked
permission to inspect the famous pic
lures (they were hearlooms and could
not be sold) at the castle.
| He CHANGED to be walking through
the grounds of the castle after seeing
the pictures. He took seat at the
foot of q bowlder, and was startled to
hear two voices speaking.
One was Lady Alicia's, the other that
Of man.
II can never marry you, darling.
"You don't love me, Alicia"
Heaven knows do, Norman. But
YOU have no money. You are as poor
as we are. 1t isn't the money l want
dearest. You know that. l must mar
ry money, though. The dad expects
it. and"
The sound of kiss, and Cyril turned
sadly away, stricken to the heart.
1T Is E2O,Oo0," the earl said. Some
one placed it to my credit at the bank
No information will be given as to Its
source It is an absolute mystery"
"God bless him, whoever 1t Is" she
whispered, tenderly.
Among the wedding presents was a
MAGNIFICENT suite Of jewelry. Each
article was of diamonds, with setting
If a large black pearl, and the donor
was Cyril Thornton, the well-knoWn
South African millionaire.