Long Valley advocate. (Lardo, Idaho) 1904-1907, 1907-01-03

,,,dless jealousy There was hard
>. woman in all the country side that
dared speak to Hiram or even look DIT
lin, for fear of Mrs. Lamson beratlng
hor as a fiirt or a hussy and accusing
hor Of trying to steal Hiram away from
her
From the blue one summer day
4,,oro foil a bolt that crashed through |
tho temDle of Hiram's happiness ana
loft if shattered in ruins around MIN.
At supper Mira had announced ner
Intention of taking the old democrat
wagon and driving Dobbin to the city
to attend a revival meeting. Much 10
Hirams surprise and chagrin Mira mad
declined his profered escort.
After she had gone, Hiram sat dis
consoately on the side porch smoking
his nine. until recalled to earth by the
ringing of the front door bell.
Passing to the hall, Hiram saw
through the plate glass in the front
door that his visitor was merely an
Italian fruit vendor, and shook his
head at the man. AS he was about to
return to the side porch, Hiram no
ticed piece of paper lying on the hall
floor. He went forward and picked 1t
up.
Whats this?" Hiram asked, as he
walked back to the porch. "a letter,
eh?-and torn in two. That's funny.
Mira's always so particular about the
way she saves her letters. Why, now,
who can be a-writin' to Mira like that
My darling Mira.
my darling Mira cannot go away
forever without seeing you for one
word of farewell If in your breast
there still burns one spark of the love
that you felt for me once, meet me at
half past eight o'clock tonight under
the blasted elm in Lovers walk. Grant
me this last prayer, my loved one, and
will never trouble you again. Your
faithful lover, Claude.
$50 this is the revival meetin' as
Mira's gone to? Gone to revive a
guilty love for this fellow Claude
whoever he may be. Oh, Mira, Mira!
This is why you've always pretended
to be so jealous of me-you did it to
cover up your own wrongdoing.
Half past eight o'clock, under the
blasted oak. l must get on my bike
and spin over there. l may be in time
But look out for yourself, Claudei III
Just put rawhide in my pocket, and
Ill give you the gol-dingdest lambast
Ing that man ever got on this side Of
the equator"
Lovers lane was the name given tt
well-wOrn path that ran through {
piece Of woods about five miles from
the LamsOn farm. The city to which
MIRA was supposed to have gone to at
tehd a revival meeting lay another fiv'
miles beyond the woods. Hiram mad
long detour so as to approach tn
TWISTING place from the back of tn
woods, instead of from the turnpike
1t sui lacked Is minutes of the al
pomted time when he came withil
Sght OF the blasted elm.
Ill the gathering dusk Hiram espie
Mira' seated behind tree some 2
PAGES from the blasted elm, and h
heard the Whitney of the faithful Dol
'a, 'ethered somewhere near at hant
seems as eff Claude wasn't in sue
hurry to keep his appointment a
.u"dlda was. She came out here he
oo' 10 see that city dude, and there b
Aeeps her waitin'. All, Mira! / neve
dated We that way. It's pitiful-
"nright pitiful to see a woman
'ouf years acting like this.
aye lass, could almost find it
NY neart to take and lift We into IL
wagon and drive We straight home b
of 'e get chance of making a TO
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