The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1905-02-11

| aaSs 0E DeRuurut glFl, nut 40 pale, 30
rigid, that for an instant 1 thought they
4 were those Of statue. She was crouch.
ms IN sc deep shadow OF the black
! walls. For q moment / stood spell
!. bound, my eyes fxed upon hers. She
was the irst to break the spell Rising
from her crouching position, she timidly
advanced towards me, and laid small
White hand upon my arm. The touch
thrilled me like an electric shock.
You VIII not hurt me, will you?' she
said in soft, pleading voice. She was
a slight, delicately formed child, about
my own age, my own height, clothed in
dark gray dress. Her features were so
deiicately moulded that they seemed
rather those OF a wax doll than of a
human being, except In their expression,
which was full Of soul. Her eyes were
wonderful; have never seen eyes like
them--'they were so sad, so distracted,
IN their faf-of gaze; and, az she fixed
them upon mine, they thrilled my very
soul.
Hurt your I echoed. I knew not
Wnat to say: my brain was too confused.
Gan you tell me the road to the
city r she asked, In the same low voice.
l answered that had no idea---that
MAD lost my way, and knew not where l
was.
What part do you wantY' she asked,
with look Of deep interest.
Il want to get to Little Bethlehem
Chapel; then 1 can find my road" an
swered.
At those words she drew back a few
steps, and something of mistrust crept
into her face.
How strange that we should meet"
she said. Il dreamy voice. 81 think l
can show you your way. I would take
you, but dare not" she added. with a
Shudder. But first look out In the
street, and see il any one is about"
went to the opening Of the gateway,
and looked out. Not a soul was in siaht'
beckoned to her and she glided to my
SIDE and pointed out the way l was to
take.
II think this is my way" she said,
indicating an entirely opposite direction;
then added, In an anxious tone, but
you Will not tell any one that you have
seen meT'
l assured her would not. She took
my hand. and we stood In the silent
street, with the full moonlight shining
down upon US. l could not talk. fell
like one deprived Of the power of speech
and volition.
wonder II we shall ever meet again?
1t 10 not likely" she went on, with
sigh. That is your way. Good BY"
She lightly pressed my hand, and with
one more glance from those sad eyes she
hurried away.
In less than half an hour l was in
the garden. As began to climb the
tree the bedroom window was cautiously
raised; my companions were sitting up
for me. The clock struck twelve. Ny
eScapade had escaped detection. / was
overwhelmed with eager questions. I do
not know what answered. had fall
en- back into my dream. l do not know
whether l slept at all that night: my
senses were stepped In a delicious Ian
guor, in which the play and the after in
cident were inextricably woven together
in which had changed my Identity;
| was Romeo, and she whom I had SO
mysteriously met was Juliet. With her
l acted all the scenes of love that l
had Witnessed; but mingled with them
were new elements, Bhadowy, intangible:
fitting too quickly to be grasped, but in
which Judith Porter's face was strange
ly mingled. And so these phantoms
chased each other through my brain, un-
til at the last fair head, with delicate
waxen features, wan and colorless, lay
dead In my arms.
Ito be continued)