The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1905-12-30

ing q dozen sheets of paper In his desire
10 De neither too soft nor too hard. he
declded at last that the shorter and plain
er ne made it the better; and this was
what he had written:
MY Dear Ethel should not have
mad the courage to do as you have done;
but perhaps you are right-as indeed you
Always are For the future will you
allow me to consider myself
Your faithful friend,
JOHN DORNTON?"
am glad-so very glad I wrote it.
1t would have been dreadful If we had
married, and Jack had found out that
he did not care for me afterward. Now
l had better destroy that anonymous
letter. / thought that perhaps Jack
might have wished the engagement to
continue, In which case should have
sent the letter to him and asked for an
| explanation"
30 Ethel went bravely about her home
duties, though her very lips were white
with the restraint she was putting on
her feelings. She tried with all her
strength of mind she possessed to put her
| humlliating grief away from her.
why should l sorrow for him If he
can throw me off without one word Of
regretT she asked herself, angrily.
Still, in spite OF her determination tc
crush her love under the weight of hel
seIt-respect, she now and again felt as
II her heart would break. She resolute-
ly denied herself the relief of tears, and
suffered far more intensely In conse.
quence.
The thrushes and the lively robins and
perky sparrows were having good time
of 1t on the lawns at the Wigwam that
morning. Captain Polling was fond Of
these small birds, and liked to see them
about the place, and he had determined
to do what he could to tame them dur.
ing the hard winter weather, should he
decide to stay, ON in the Wigwam, which
he had taken furnished for six months
He did not take much notice of the little
creatures this morning, though. He was
in brown study" and sat so motion
less ON his comfortable cane chair undel
the Veranda that the more courageous Of
the birds hoped about within a yard
of his feet
The fact was Captain Polling was dis
appointed. He had expected a letter
either from Ethel or Mr.. Mallett that
morning, to settle their visit on the NOR
row.
Even If they do not care to come,
he told himself, "they might have beer
civil enough to send some conventional
excuse"
After awhile it occurred to him tina
perhaps the Mallets had written, ant
that the letter had miscarried- h
felt somewhat relieved at the bare idea
He made up his mind that he would g
up to town in any case; and as he wen
along he would decide upon what cours,
he would pursue. And all through hi
vacillation he never once admitted t.
himself that 1t was his longing to se
Ethel again that had for the momen
transformed him into a human shuttle
cock
Notwithstanding a short notice, tn
phaeton was ready a minute before tn
appointed time, looking perfect in ever!
detail. Polling had the reins in his hanC
and his foot on the step. when he noticed
a telegraph boy coming toward the house
He waited a moment Yes, it was TO
him!
From Godfrey Mallett, Buckingham
street, Bloomsbury, to Captain Polling
The Wigwam, Wimbledon. Shall be witt
you at 2 o'clock tomorrow. Get sketche
in inspection order"
And the man of thirty felt lad agail
in his light-heartedness, as he sent hi
handsome bays along the road.