The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1905-02-25

held all our talk In the parlor. with the
window wide open, and you didn't speak
In very low tones
An exclamation broke from Judith.
The footsteps paused close behind me. I
feared they would hear the violent beat
ing Of my heart.
"Stop" she cried, '"That reminds me-
Not quarter Of an hour before you
returned he was clipping a bush In 'front.'
of that window. saw him from my
bedroom"
There was an ominouB pause; In my
minds eye 1 could picture their looks
of CONSERVATION.
"Why did You not tell me thisT' said
Mr.. Porter. In troubled voice.
Il never thought of it until this In
stant." she answered. II was too eager
to hear your news, to think Of him."
III he heard all that passed in that
room, he knows enough to utterly de-
stroy us. We are completely in his pow
er. More than that, have given him D
clue that may lead to profitable discov-
cries for himself"
"And my humiliation known to that
contemplate curl Oh, heavens! cannot
Survive it" abe cried, passionately.
silence" said her father, in stern
voice. ''Thig is no time for raving; this
must be seen to at once. We must not
lose a moment. To question him In the
usual way is useless. We must resort
to the other this very night, Until we
find out what he really does know, We
east tell what to do. That once known,
I shan't want much consideration"
Where Is ne nowT Have You seen
him latelyY'
II heard him leave the boys room 1T
5 o'clock. have not seen or heard him
since then"
"Go and see where he Is at once; he
might have left the house while we are
standing here"
In an instant I heard them hurrying
towards the house. l sprang to my feet,
ran across the orchard into the kitchen
garden, rushed into the summer house,
laid my book upon the table, and rest
Ing my head upon my hands, assumed an
attitude Of attentive study. Ny breath
came short and thick, and my breast
haPty footsteps upon the path.
He began in a bullying tone; then be-
thinking him that he was betraying him
self, stopped short. The expression Of
my face evidently disconnected him.
what are you doing here?" he asked,
evidently not knowing what to say to
cover his blunder.
Il usually come here Of an evening to
read" said quietly. II never hetrd
you object to 1t before"
"Oh, 1t isn't that; but get the boys in
at once" he said.
every well, sir" closed my book,
and went to find the boys: my master adj
vancing in the same direction, that he
should not lose sight Of me. felt that
from that moment a constant watch
would be set upon me.
led the boys into the house, and up
into the school room. But the prayer
that was In my heart and on my lips
were not In unison with that which
sounded on my ears. l was praying to
escape from that dreadful house. had
taken the desperate resolution that
would not pass another night beneath
the roof.
The boys were dismissed to bed hall
an hour earlier than usual. I was going
down to tho kitchen when Mr.. Porter
stopped me.
"1've some work for you, SilaB. Fold
and put these tracts into envelopes, and
direct them; Ill give you the list Of
names. You can carry pen and ink, and
your desk, into your own room, and do
them there"
He gave me pile Of papers, whirh l
carried into my room. and then fetched
the desk and writing materials, he watch
Ing me all the time. I went in, and shut
the door; then heard him walk away.
I did not touch my work, but sat down
upon the side Of the bed, and tried to
think how could get away. 1 had no
money! knew nothing Of the roads;
but better to staEve, to die under hedge
than remain in that mans power. If /
could only get Eve minutes talk with
Martha, she would help me-would per
haps direct me where to go.
(To be contlnued)