The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-12-24

Lara faltered before the revolving POI
sibilisies Of the moment Mother" she
implored, don't poison the years! l am
a grown woman SEQ my way clearly =
She leaned against the arm that cross
ed the doorway. It did not give The
face close to hers In the feeble light
burned away her self-control. The rigid
ity Of the bar su6ocated-as If II had
pressed against her throat. Every fiber
Of her young body spranR tense to burst
the insu6erable bond Not q tissue re-
laxed, although the bar was forced Her
mothers fingers scraped like wood across
the casing. The sickening sound made an
imperishable record In the girls brain.
would have fallen at her mothers feet,
praying forgiveness, had there reached
her now a murmur Of pain or refenting.
But the face was not changed. The SOW
ereign will would not have broken had
she. hewn her way into the room with 4
sword. Low-spoken, freezing. utterances
found the brain Of the girl, promptings OF
the dread, imperfect faculty
go, grown woman, who sees her va,
clearly Go with the thief to your lover
who dares not come to youI 60 out
to the hunted ship, then-with the thief
and his dull tool !"
Lara seized her hat and shawl and dart
ed past the pitiless voice, shutting her
ears with her hands. Down the stairway
she sped, her one thought to fee There
was truce below; the awfulness of defeat
behind. The men had heard
nothing. Breen stood by the door, his
face whitened with dust. The planter
waited near the foot of the stairs-an-
other obstacle.
go TO mother quickly-she needs
youl"
Where are you going, Lars?" the old
man gasped.
ITO the ship with the other refugees "
Not with this man, child
HE is Mr. Constable's friend"
But I'll go with you, dear III have
a carriage brought"
"In the name of pity, Uncle joey
don't leave mother alone longer-up
there ~ she said desperately. Il am go
ing out to the ship. Your nephew has
asked me to be-his wife. This man will
take me to him. Go to mother. J"
The planter turned last look at Breen
and obeyed, his face field of conflict.
Lara threw the shawl about her shout
ders and hurried to the door. which Breen
opened in utmost Amusement She turned
to him in the dark, with the burning
question:
rs Peter Constable dead?"
NO"
rs he hurt-lying on the ship?"
mo, he is reasonably well, and in
Saint Pierre"
Reacting weakness rushed over her
now, the doubts of an untried soul, and
he loneliness of an outcast. The scene
n the upper hallway was upreared in her
brain. She had been borne throughout
he day, unerringly by the processes of
mind toward the expression of her own
will: but the fruition was so sudden and
horrible as forever to be beyond the
shadow and circumstance of eItenuation.
If Constable were well and in Saint
Pierre. why did he not come to her, in
,tead of sending this man? Even though
3reen were all man could be, had Con-
stable the right to send him TO her, after
he allegations of the press? Could there
,e any truth in the suggestions of her
mother? Might there not exist in the Con
table character a war of the base and
loble?
These big tangible terrors possessed
Ter. She could not go back-the bridges
we're burned The man at her side did
lot speak, save to answer her questions.
ahead were possibilities and fancies, be-
ide which the rumbling menaces of the
mountain were clean fears. She halted.
Ter body swayed a little, and the man
,ut out his hand to steady her. A cry
scaped her lips.
81 cannot go on % she exclaimed brok
My. II have done a terrible wrong in
oming Everything is different. Leave
ne. IL shall go back toward Fort de
rance !"
Ito be continued.)