The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1906-08-04
Prisoners and CdptiVes
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BY II. 8. MERRIMAN

recollected perfectly the FORM anu lea
lures of Matthew Mark Easton.
The occasion was a vast assembly OF
the fashionable, diplomatic, artistic and
literary worlds for the collection OF
money and ideas toward the solution OF a
socia! problem. The tickets were guinea
each; there were choice refreshments at
a stated and ruinous price; soft carpets,
an exhibition of pictures. and the same
of dresses. believe also that several
gentlemen read papers on the subject un.
der discussion, but that was In the small
room at the end where no one ever went.
ClaLd Tyars was there, OF course,
During the last month or two he had
been going out 80 much that one almost
expected to meet him, just as one ex-
poets 10 meet certain well-known faces
at every assembly. Miss Winter saw
him Immediately after noticing Matthew
Mark Eas.on, and before long he began
to make his way across the room towari
her. Wherever they had met during ths
last few weeks, Tyars had invariably
succeeded in exchanging a few words
with Miss Winter, seeking her out with
equal persistence, whether Helen Grace
were with her or not. II, as the lady
opined, he was determined to be-
come one Of their intimate friends,
he displayed no indecent haste, no
undue eagerness; and In SO doing
he was perhaps following the surest
method. He had not hitherto showed the
slightest desire to cross the line which
separates acquaintances from friendship.
There was a mutual attraction existing
between these two capable, practical Poo
pie, who met tonight as they usually did
with that heightened nonchalance which
almost amounts to Indifference. There
was a vacant seat, for a wonder, beside
J Miss Winter, which Tyars promptly ap-
propriated.
"Who," she asked, after a few conven-
tionaIities had been exchanged, sis that
: gentleman talking to the American min
, lister, and apparently making him laugh
which is. should say, no easy matterT
, lie is generally making some one
laugh" replied Tyars. His name is
E Decentralization Mark Easton. The
3 sort of name that sticks in the wheel
work of ones memory. A name one does
: not forget"
y "And," added Miss Winter, lightly, "t
h face that one does not forget. He inter
y ests n,e-a little"
b Tyars laughed at the qualification i'm
a piled by the addition Of the last tw'
l. words
e "That is always something" he said
l. "A small mercy. He is one of my great
est frlends-may introduce him?"
e Certain ly," murmured the lady, wit
s. little bow Of the head, and then sh
=. changed the subject at once.
y "Ilelen," she said, "is not here tc
night"
b. Tyars looked befttingly disappointed
l "She does not always care to leave th
lg admiral, and he objects to dissipation o
~ large scale. Is that not sol" he sui
a. gested.
Eyes. That Is the case tonight"
ct She wondered little at his intimat
e, knowledge of Helen's thoughts, but sal
r nothing. 1t was probable that he hear
e. this from Oswin, and his singular men
r. DRY had retained it.
to Miss Grace" said Tyars, present.
ne has a strong sense Of duty, and is u
tn conscious of it. An unconscious sense
duty is one of the best of human m
he tiyes. At least 1t seems so to me-"
f. Although Agnes Winter was bowil
and smiling to an old lady near at han
ng she had followed him perfectly.
ID "WelI," she answered. "a sense of du
Of any description is not a bad THU
Ike In these time. Indeed" she added, tur
Ing suddenly toward him, "a motive
his in itself rather rare. Not many of
1e- have motives"
,th Fer manner implied as plainly as
m she had spoken 1t 1--WE are not, all Of |
like you"
a There was something In the expressi
ne. of his eyes that recalled suddenly tn
len first meeting at the precise moment VIII
he, entering the drawing room, overhea
ere a remark Of hers respecting himself.
ere was not an unpleasant expression, but
as led one to feel instinctively that this m
IN. might under some circumstances be wi
nto Ia tersely called in France, difficult.
wn was merely a suggestion, cloaked bene,
no his high-class repose of manner, but
1t. had known many men of his class, SO
ZEN. Of whom had made a name In their 9
srs eraI callings, and this same suggest
ady Of stubbornness had come beneath
sed Quick, feeting notice before. He loo
the gravely around the room, as II seeking
to penetrate the smiles and vapid affet
as ton.
"Oh," he said placidly, II am not
pie. sure. There are a good many people ,
iugI | pride themselves upoh StSciih8 u
pas course. The prevailing motive toni
be Is perhaps desire to prove a superio
sian over ones neighbors, but 1t Is still
lree tive"
eirs Miss Winter looked at him CRITICAL!
the Remember" she said, warningly, II
nth this Is my element. The motives Of
ON these people are my motives-their pl
dis ures my pleasures life, my life
ON Apparently So" he replied, amb
most ously.
ugh $50 that" she pursued, II am indi
r. OF the crime of endeavoring to prove
re- superiority over my neighbors."
ngly He laughed In an abrupt way.
fol- "No more than myself"
"That IL mere prevarication,"
race, persisted, gayly. 'Tell me, please
the what particular this coveted superie
lies"
vars, "In a desire to appear more ain
than you are" he retorted, gravely.
81 deny that. / plead not guilty,
ssid. II am a person Of many mot
a. hall ia