The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1904-04-16

blind was snatched hastily aside, an'
Mary's face was pressed against the in
liner side of the glass.
who's thereT
"Let me in. It is Sarah" replied
our heroine.
Mary Holland unfastened the window
and admitted her. Both women looked
keenly at each other-and both were yer!
pale.
Mary Holland walked slowly from thu
window, which she had unlocked to admi
Sarah Eastbell, and sat down in the arm
chair by the fire. There was painful si
lence, each young woman waiting for thu
other to speak, and each on guard.
1t was Mary Holland who began a.
last.
Il had no idea that you were in the
garden, Sarah," she said slowly; "were
you not afraid of catching cold, at this
late hour of the nightT
Weren't your" was the quick re-
joinder. -
II wanted fresh air." said Mary
speaking slowly; II had been in attend,
ance upon your grandmother all day, and
| she has been more than ordinarily exact.
ing. But you have been travelling, end
were fatigued."
II was fatigued," said Sarah Eastbell,
until 1 reached this house and found it
full of change-and you changed with
all the rest"
Il have not changed in any one de-
gree" said Mary Holland, clasping her
hands suddenly together; II am the same
woman that have ever been"
my friend-and hers?" said Sarah
meaningly.
EYES," answered Mary, and she met
again the steady gaze of her inquirer 1t
was pale, pensive face, with clear
outlook from the full gray eyes, and one
could scarcely doubt the truth upon it
even then.
But" began Sarah, hesitatingly,
when the other interrupted her.
But l am young woman with more
secrets than one upon my mind and they
have come more closely to me of late
days. And now am more helpless than
l thought was" she said.
Sarah Eastbell drew a chair toward
her, and sat down by the side of Mary
Holland.
Mary" she said tetchily, 81 hate PEG.
pie with secrets, and there is enough mys.
terry about this life without your adding
to it. Will you trust me, or will you
notT'
MY child, I am five or six years older
than you. Why, I have scarcely learned
to trust myself yet! When l have full
confidence in Mary Holland, l NAV nut
faith-implicit faith-in Sarah Eastbell,"
she said, In those old crisp tones of voice
that had given character to her before
this; but loving and respecting her genu.
inc nature as do, still l must keep nv
troubles to myself"
You have nothing to tell me. then?"
Not yet. Only this" said Mary, look.
ing up again; II will ask for the old conf
dence, which appears to be sinking AWAY
without any power of mine to stop it.
Ihese are strange times, and 1 must be
strange with them. Bear with me, Sarah
Eastbell"
Il am alone in this house, where there
are many enemies now," said Sarah:
why should trust you any longer? You
know what my brother is-you can guess
what his companion is likely to be, And
yet you and that man were whisperine
together in the garden for half an hopr
tonight. You two are soon friends. Has
Captain Peterson fallen in love with
YOUR
ION the contrary, I think Captain Pc.
Cerson detests me very cordially"
You know that he is a villain tbenI
that two years ago he was in league
with co1nerB-that I knew him bv sight
N Potter'S Court-that his presence here
means danger to honest peopleT'
Honest people can surely take cara
If themselves against such petty kna vprv
as his, and his friends" said Mary, al.
most contemptuously; II have warned
aim that we are on our guard in this
house."
"Will they defy me and remain ?" was
he rejoinder. was
For while, perhaps-until they are
weary of life that is unsuited to Them
IT until your grandmother knows the
ruth of your brothers rascality, with
which she should have been acquainted
ong since"
Il could not see this day. I wanted to
ieep her heart light to the last" -nur.
nured Sarah: "and now my falsehood
urns upon myself, and puts that moor
weak life in danger too. For they would
,e glad of her DEATH" she said in an ex.
tied whisper. II read it in their faces
cannot trust them-or you. am alons
alonew
ITO be continued,)