The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1907-05-18
yII-(Continued)

~ Sne got ner Iatner PERMISSION W ie-
turn to her aunt, and try to cheer the
poor woman up. Roderick was back at
her home, and proved a courteous and
kind friend to his brothers wife. lie 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 confide in his mother;
and, bearing in mind Franks wishes, she
did all the young man advised.
$50 the days went by. Four months
were spent the time. was drawing near
,or 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 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,
a blow fell upon her which all but
crushed out her life, as it successfully
broke her heart. One day woman pre-
scented herself at Lady Anstruther's house
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 meeting
followed.
When Marshall went in to look after
the 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
were husky with emotion, Marshall. /
| have been deceived. ! 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 pallid lips, and then she
tok up a piecs Of paper and gave 1t to
Marshall.
Read that, and you will see l am not
| wrong" she said, with a wintry smile.
| ''The wedding you assisted at was only a
farce. Here is the certificate of Frank
Anstruthers first marriage, ay, first and
only one, for that woman who has just
| left ME is his lawful, legal wife,"
| IT will not believe it 1 will not be-
lieve itw 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 was to become of her.
Mr. Roderick will put this straight
was Marshall's verdict. and for a brief
time fame of hope sprung up in the
wretehed creatures breast but alas IL
soon died down and was crushed out for.
ever.
Rouerick took the matter up immedi
atcly. He sought out every clew, follow
ed the truth up to the bitter end, and
lastly and sorrowfully, had to own his
brother a liar and villain.
Constance seemed turned to stone. She
shed no tears, she made no moan: sh,
bore herself with pride that was some
thing marvellous.
What was to become Of her? Wha
of her child?" The question haunted hel
day and night.
Fortunately, her aunt's health became
so bad, she was permitted to stay buriet
In the country house without further mo
lestation from her father, who went off t,
Monte Carlo and enjoyed himself, doubl,
free from his daughters presence. Letter
arrived from Frank by every mail, bu
they were tossed into the fire unread.
~ leave you to communicate witt
your brother" the girl had said In he
one and only interview with Roderick
and the hot blood of triumph had surge
into his veins.
How we'll his evil, jealous plan ha
worked Better than he could hav
hoped or dreamed. Frank was mile
away; he could not stand forth and re
flute the horrible lies. Constance, boun
up In pride and misery, refused to d
"A she should have done, write to him d
rect. and 30 learn the real truth. Hi
two puppets worked at his will and has
ened his revenge.
}. Revenge on the brother he had Away
hated; revenge on the woman he ha
loved In wild, unreasoning, passionat
way, and who had shrunk from his yer
friendship in a manner that had chile
him to the heart. 1t was a cruel, wieke,
upmanly act-the act rather of a demo
than that of man.
As day after day went by, the tim
approached for the birth of Constance
nameless child. She had made no plan
, arranged nothing. Roderick did ever,
thing. He 1t was who guarded the ri
: in her mothers house, where, with no OF
about her but Marshall, not even viii
per of her condition caught the WIND
he surrounded her with every comfor
: every care, but he never saw her, ar
abe sent him no thanks.
The day her child was born, Marsha
came to him; she had no liking for Ro
erick-in fact, so great was her ang
and hatred toward poor Frank she cou
scarcely bring herself to address any OIL
connected with him; but there was not
Ing else to do, and even the old woma
In common justice, admitted that Ro
erick was acting with more than brot
er's love to the unfortunate girl.
u "She refuses to see the child" Ma
N shall said, "and when urge her, all s.
IN says il, Let 1t die Let 1t die!
m can't do that, you know, sir. What a
we to doT"
Roder;rk had alreadv foreseen This co