Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-02-15

Eyes, in a way. She has all the ex
pensive training Of the thoroughbred
and all the ignorance too. She is cold
blooded because wholesome, a tri1e
skeptieal because so absolutely I'M
awakened. She never experienced a
deep emotion. Impulses have intoxi-
Gated her once or twice. But-but If
ever a man awakens her--I don't care
who he is-you'll see a girl you never
knew, a brand new creature emerge
| with the last rags and laces of conven-
| tionality dropping from her, woman,
Kemp, heiress to every generous i'm
pulse. every emotion, every vice, every
virtue of all that brilliant race of
hers
"You seem to know" he said, anus
ed and curious.
II know Major Belwether told me
that he had thought of Howard as an
anchor for her. 1t seemed pity
Howard with all his cold, heavy mega
| tive inertia. l said I'd do 1t. l did.
| And now don't know l wish, almost
wish hadn't"
what has changed your ideas?"
1
Stephen Siward, already In the first
clutches of his master vice. Would
you mate what she inherits from her
mother and her mothers mother with
what is that poor boys heritage from
J the Siwards?"
She held her horse to a walk, rid
| ing forward grave, thoughtful, pre-
occupied with a new problem, only
part of which she had told her hus-
band
For that night she had been awaken
ed in her bed to find standing beside
her a white wide eyed figure, SILVER
| ing, limbs a-chil1 beneath her clinging
lace. She had taken the pallid visitor
to her arms and warmed her and
soothed her and whispered to her,
murmuring the thousand little words
| and sounds, the breathing magic moth
ers use with children
Driven she knew not why, Sylvia
had crept from her room in search of
the still. warm, fragrant nest and the
| whispered reinsurance and the caress
she had never before endured. Yes,
now she craved it, invited it, longed
for safe arms around her. the hover.
ing hand on her hair Was this Syl,
via?
And Grace Ferrall, clearing her
sleepy eyes, amazed, incredulous of the
cold. childlike hands upon her shout
ders, caught her in her arms with a
little laugh and sob and drew her to
her breast, to soothe and caress and re
assure to make up to her all she could
of what is every child's just heritage.
And for long while Sylvia, lying
there, told her nothing-beeause she
did not know how-merely a word, a
restless question half ashamed, barely
enough to shadow forth the something
stirring her toward an awakening in
new world.
And at length gravely, innocently,
she spoke of her engagement and the
worldly possibilities before her, of the
man she was to marry and her new
and unexpected sense of loneliness in
his presence now that she had seen
him again after months.
She spoke presently of Siward, a
fugitive question or two offered irdif-
/ at uISts IhCn Win ShJ pcISASS-
ence and curiosity, knowing nothing
OF the senseless form flung face down
ward across the sheets in a room close
by And thereafter the murmured bur
Den of the theme was Siward until one,
heavy eyed, turned from the white
dawn silvering the windows, sighed
and fell asleep, and one lay silent, head
half buried in its tangled gold wide
awake, thinking vague thoughts that
had no ending, no beginning And at
last rosy bar of light fell across the
wall, and the warm shadows faded
from corner and curtain, and, turning
on the pillow, her face nestled In her
hair. she fell asleep.
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