Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-02-25
Z lshanter seYen--Continuedl

III wOrried me And then Grace told
me. iii there any other confession OF
MY own pettiness that can make to
your
ibid you really care to whom ! was
writlng9n he asked slowly
scare? Lit worried me. Was 1t ,
eaakl pitifuliy common impulse? Sis |
xprs under our skin you know--I and |
the maid who dresses me. She would |
haze snooped: didn't; that's the only |
generic difference. wanted to know
Just the same. But that was before
tsBefore what?"
ssBefore I-please don't ask me to
cay ii. / did once when you asked
ne.
BEFORE you cared for me--is that
what you meanY
Nes, You are so cruelty literal when
yon wish to punish me- You are inter
4 rnpfing me too. i owe that wretched
Keap Ferrall lot of money, ana I'm
trying to find out how much seven and
nine are to close accounts with Ma
riora Page
Siward turned and continued his
writing. And when the little sheaf OF
checks was ready he counted them,
laid them aside and, drawing q fiat
packat of fresh bank notes from his
pnrffaIio, counted out the tips expect
ad III him below stairs. These arrang-
I'D FOR, he Strengthened up and glanced
over his shoulder at Sylvia, but she
wins apparently absorbed in counting
something on the ends of her fingers,
IN he turned smilingly to his desk and
wrote long letter to his mother-the
same tender, affectionately boyish let
tel ne had always written her, full Of
Rpnfdences. full Of humor. gayly antic-
Mating his own return to her on the
heels of the letter.
Hi his first letter to her from Shot
Urer he had spoken casually of a Miss
Kandis 1t seemed the name was IA
KnAIiar enough to his mother, who ask
ed about her, and he had replied In
smother letter or two, a trifle EN-
phatic In his praise of her, because
from his mothers letters it was quite
evident that she knew a good deal con-
cerning the very unconventional af-
a fairs of Sylvia's family.
Il or his swift and somewhat equivo-
cal courtship he had had nothing to
say in his letters. In fact, recently he
"a had nothing to say about Sylvia at all,
deserving that vital confidence for the
clear sympathy and understanding
which he looked forward to when be
should see her and which, through
dark days and bitter aftermaths
Through struggle and defeat by his
master vice, had never failed him yet
never faltered for an instant.
SO he brought his letter to a close
with a tender and uneasy inquiry
eoncerning her health which. she had
Estimated was not exactly satisfacto
nv. and for that reason she had open
- the house in town ia order to b.
near DR.. Grisby. their family doctor.
Sealing and directing the letter, b,
looked up to see Sylvia standing at hi!
elbow. She dropped a light hand OF
his shoulder for second, barrel.
touching hirn-a fugitive caress. dell
cate as the smile lowering on her lips
+ as the shy tenderness in her eyes
more letters to your sweetheart?
4 she asked. abandoning her hand {
him.
zone more. the last before see bel
4 wish you could see her, Sylvia"
II wish so. too." she answered sin
ply. seating herself on the arm of hi
chair as though 1t were sidesaddle.
would she care for me, do 20
think" asked the girl in low voic
II think so, for your real self"
II know. She could only feel col
tempt for me as am"
"She Is old fashioned" he said re-
erently.
THAT means all that is best in W,
mantle old fashion OF truth an
faith. the old fashion of honor an
faith in honor, the old, old fashion
love. All that Is best, Stephen; all thi
Is worth the love of a man. Some da
somebody win revive those fashions.
s'Will your
ADear, they would not become me
she said, the tenderness in her ey'
ii deepening little, and she touched b
head lightly In humorous caress
what shall we do with the waniI
daylight?' she asked. at is my la
day with you. ! told Howard 1t WI
my last day with you and / did n
8. care to be disturbed
tsYou probably didn't say it tn
way he commented, amused.
81 did"
,"How much Of that sort of thing
A4he prepared TO standP asked silva
curiously.
~fI0w much? l don't know. ! dor
believe be cares. 1t is nay uncle, NJ
dor Belwether. who Is making thin
unpleasant for me. / had to tell Ho
ard, you know"
eWhatg' exclaimed siward incred
1ously.
@Certainiy. Do you think my CO
duct has passed without protest?"
eYou told Quarrierl" he repeated.
.Dfd Won Imagine | could do 9th,