Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1907-09-13

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ly she got her fathers permission to re
turn to her aunt. and try to cheer the
poor woman up. R0derick was back at
her home, and proved a courteous and
kind friend 10 his brothers wife. He be-
sought her not to speak to her father
about the marriage, urging all sorts OF
reasons for the delay. Roderick also ad-
vised her not to confdc in his mother ;
and, bearing in mind Franks wishes, she
did all the young man advised.
So the days went by. -Four months
were spent; the time was drawing near
for her fathers annual winter visit to
the Riviera, and Constance felt she ought
to accompany him, when suddenly the
current of her life was changed by two
events, the first Of which brought the
color to her cheeks and the thrill to her
heart, the second of which plunged the
girls soul into the deepest darkest mis-
cry a woman can ever know.
Just as the letter in which she had
written, IN timid, gentle words, the ma
ternal hopes she might assure herself of,
q blow fell upon her which all but
crushed out her life, as it successfully
broke her heart. One day a woman pre-
scented herself at Lady Anstruther's house
and asked to see Miss Gascoigne. Mar
shall, who guarded and shielded her
young mistress by every means in her
power, would have refused this woman
admittance, but Constance took the mat
ter into her own hands, and a meeting
followed.
When Marshall went In to look after
thu girl, thinking she had given the
stranger enough of her time, she found
Constance standing before the FIRE. her
face ashen white, her eyes staring and
expressionless, like the eyes Of the dead.
Marshall" she said, with tones that
we're husky with emotion, Marshall, L
l have been deceived. l am not Franks
wife,.
mot Mr.. Franks wife oh, come,
Miss Constance you are altogether
wrong Why, didn't l see you a-stand-
In before the altar with my own eyes,
and didn't hear you swear to belong
70 each other"
Constance put out an icy-cold hand.
Dear, true friend" she whispered,
between her paliid lips, and then she
tok up a piece Of paper and gave 1t to
Marshall.
Read that, and you will see I am not
wrong she said, with a wintry smile.
"The wedding you assisted at was only
farce. Here is the certificate of Frank
Anstruther's first marriage, ay, first and
only one, for that woman who has Just
left me Is has lawful. legal wife"
II will not believe it, I will not be-
lieve IL" So cried Marshall over and
over again. while the poor girl crouched
down by the fire and rocked herself to
and fro. asking herself in a wild, mad
way. what WINS to become OF her.
"AIr. Roderiek will put this straight"
was Marshall's verdict. and for brief
time a flame Of hope sprung up in the
wretched creatures breast; but alas it
soon died down and was crushed out for
ever.
Rooerioh took the matter up immedi-
ntcly. He sought out every chew, follow
ed the truth up to the bitter end. and
lastly and sorrowfuly, had to own his
brother a liar and a villain.
Constance seemed turned to stone. She
shed no tears she made no moan: she
bore herself with a pride that was some
thjnx marvellous.
What was to become of herr What
of her childG" The question haunted her
day and night.
Fortunately, her aunt's health became
so bad, she was permitted to stay buried
In the country house without further mo
lestation from her father. who went of to
Monte Carlo and enjoyed himself doubly
free from his daughters presence. Letters
arrived from Frank by every mail, but
they were tossed into the fire unread.
II leave you to communicate with
your brother" the girl had said in her
one and only interview with Roderick,
and the hot blood of triumph had surged
Into his veins.
How we'll his evil, jealous plan had
worked Better than he could have
hoped or dreamed. Frank was miles
away he could not stand forth and re-
flute the horrible lies. Constance, bound
up in pride and misery, refused to do
rs she should have done, write to him d.
rect, and so learn the real truth. His
two puppets worked at his will and hast
ened his revenge.
hated revenge on the woman he had
loved In wild. unreaEning, passionate
way, and who had shrunk from his very
in a manner that had chilled
him to the heart. 1t was a cruel, wicked.
act-the act rather of demon
than that Of a man.
As day after day went by, the time
for the birth Of Constance'e
nameiess child. sac had made no plans,
arranged nothing. Roderick did every
thing. He 1t was who guarded tho girl
In her mothers house, where, with no one
about her but Marshall, not even whis-
per Of her condition caught the wind;
be surrounded her with every comfort.
every care, but he never saw her, and
she sent him no thanks.
The day her child was born. Marshall
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