The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1906-08-18

them into soul troubled by many
doubts and stirred by many longings-
truthful. aspiring. homes; and pure, dread
ing no scrutiny. harboring no evil. deslr'
ing but good. The thick masses OF haiI
brushed from her wide forehead were
lightly streaked with gray above the
temples.
Mrs. Dumbarton declined the coffee
when served
4 dare not drink il after four o'clock
or l should be stretched upon a rack,
she explained
"Of thought" he suggested, raising
his eyes TO hers
Yes, sleep badly
~ felt sure you were unweN. You
have worked too hard"
Il am always ike this when ] have
come 10 the end OF book; writing Is
such a strain upon the nerves"
~ have seldom seen you look so ~,
he remarked gravely.
For the past week ] have been ter
ribly depressed without apparent cause,
The very silence OF the house weighed
upon me The atmosphere doomed full
of tragedies; it seemed as it something
dreadful might happen at any moment OF
every hour"
"Overwrought nerves. | wish you
were coming with me TO Egypt, Think OF
it. I'll pu, off my journey to suit your
convenience: it will do you all the good
in the world. Come"
Impossible Next month Veronica
and | may run over to Paris, OF which
! am so fond"
The present is the time you most need
change he urged earnestly.
"How delightful. We should see the
pyramids and camels and the desert said
Veronica, her face Frightening,
There are many reasons why l cam
not leave home at present" replied the
authoress. Perhaps next year-
Better come now" interrupted Valer-
ius who knows what may happen be-
tween this and next year."
who knowsf" she repeated, absently
"Do come"
q cannot. And now, Veronica, your
hour has struck" said Mrs. Dumbarton,
looking at the clock.
The girl rose without murmur.
Good might, mother, dear," she said.
Good might, my darling, and may God
bless you"
1T will be goodnight and good-by to
kissed the girls forehead
TO think" said Mrs. Dumbarton, as
the door closed upon her daughter, that
she is just seventeen, the age at which
| was married. 1t was wrong to sane
ton such a marriage; what was ! but
a child who did not know my own
mind1"
But nothing would dissuade you from
IA, lu
how ! tried-how your mother"
"Yes, know" she replied, with a
movement of impatience. ''and how !
have suffered for my obslinacy. The
punishment seems out of proportion to
the fault. At times ! grow rebelliou'
at my fate"
Where is he now!"
''In London?"
What" exclaimed Valerius, starting.
Il thought he had left England"
'He did six months ago, but he has
returned. ! had a letter from him yes
terday"
"Beggings"
"And your" valeriu, said. anxiousiy.
Il made no reply"
"Olive," said Galbraitf, in low, ear
the advice of your friend, of your only
relative. Divorce this scoundrel who has
ruined your life"
A haIf-stifled sob, more piteous than a
cry, was her only response.
vice" continued Valerius, excitedly, He
he has heaped insult and injury upon
~
him'
NO" she answered, in voice strained
from her struggle with emotion "You
know my ideas on the subject are old
fashioned He is the father of my child,
and il only for her sake ! could not
make his infamy public, dare not state
what | have suffered, ! shrink from
holding up my wrongs to the view OF
curious, morbid and mocking public"
THE matter would be forgotten IN a
month"
81, whom It most concerned. could
never forget. Besides, ] see no advan-
tage to be gained, have bought his
consent to legal separation, SO that he
cannot harm me any more"
rs there no other reason TOR YOU 10
desire a divorce" Galbraith asked IN q
still graVer VOICE tnAt WemDleQ Nv dlitlei-
patton Of her reply.
None" she answered, without hssi-
tatinn.
Vslsyjus quiversd as II he had reeeivsd
blowj and then, after . seconds sill
enes, he half reluctantly rose to take
his Deavs. Shs stood up likewise, and
foy . second he locked Into her eyes.
frelghted with pain patiently borne. Then
with an air OF dsspondency he turned
from her.
"You win let me hear from yes nov
and them" she said, understanding hts
feelings and wishing to sooths him in
the hour OF their parting.
"Of course. I will write regularly.
And IL ever you need me, Olive, send
but a word and | will come to you,
wherever l may be: Remembe!.