The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1910-12-02
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BY Louise Bedford.


ve.y uneasy. What vas II thas Mao }!
W. declining to do, and to wuo..
coa.d she be talking? That the new
enc" referred to her she was tolerably
cert ain. Perhaps it would be wise to
mention the circumstances to Mis-.
Mortimer. Accordingly that evening,
when Clarice had gone to bed, she
returned to the drawing roopt and re-
lated to Mrs. Mortimer what she had
overheard.
1t seems to me, Miss Howard, that
you are making mountains out of
mo,ehllls," said Mrs. Mortimer d.
MASON is an excellent servant, .AOS
civil and obl-giLg; her charuc,et
beyond suspicion"
Il could swear to her voice." sa.G
Janetta, little hotly. Has she
young man. do you know?"
"Oh, yes. Is there a law of the
Modes and Persians that parlor maids
should be exempt from love-affairs?"
asked Mrs. Mortimer. She's engaged
to q very respectable fellow who does
not live here. Indeed, happen to
know that he's not in the place al
present, for she only asked my leave
today for a few days holiday to go
and visit his people. She told me
that she had not seen him for more
than six months. l really think, Miss
Howard, that it will be wiser II you
leave the management of the house
and servants to me-"
Certainly l will In future" replied
Janetta, swallowing her vexation; but
1t Is the second time that l have had
suspicious about MaSon's straightfor-
wardness."
"A letter for you, MISS" said a voice
behind her, and Mason, with a per-
4ectly immovable face, handed her a
letter on a silver waiter. 1t was from
Neville, and Janetta slipped 1t into her
pocket; and she felt somehow as II
her actions were noted alike by both
Mason and Mrs. Mortimer.
Neutrality-suspicious., indeed" NUT
tered Mrs. Mortimer angrily, when
Janetta babe her goodnight and went
OF to her room. She's none toe
straightforward herself, with letters
from one man nearly every day of heI
life, and playing fast-and-loose with
Miss Seymour's lover under her very
eyes, only she's too infatuated to Sc,
it." 1t will be seen that Mrs. Morti
mer was letting her jealousy run away
with her judgment.
That letter made Janetta very anx-
ious and miserable. 1t was an urgen;
demand for money.
II literally haven't a copper to bless
myself with" wrote Neville. "The
landlady's using awful language, ar
If you can't help me l believe 500
she'll turn me out into the street.
know you won't want to draw an
salary yet; but isn't there some NOR
in the bank that you can lend me fl
a bit? I'll pay you back directly my
beggarly screw is given me. Do com
to the rescue, there's dear girl! Tn.
minute l can hear of something bette
mean to throw up this clerkshipi
For once in her life the softenin.
veil of almost motherly love and aztec
ton that Janetta had for her brothe
was torn aside, and she saw him as h
Was-weak, selfish, INSCRIPTIONS. Sh
knew that she had left him wit
enough money to keep him in comfor
for two months at least, and the d-s
was not yet over.
All through the night she lay tossin
and wretched, wondering what to d
for the best. In the wide world sh
had not a single friend Of whom sh
could ask advice. Fifty pounds wa
all that was left of the wreck of thel
little fortune, and she dare not dra'
1t out
Supposing that by any unforesee
circumstance she was thrown out {
her present situation, she must haV
some small reserve fund, so that sh
could support herself until she coul
obtain something else.
Clarice would have been the first
notice her heavy eyes the followln
morning, but that her heart was full
her own troubles.
Hes going tomorrow. Janetta. 81
said. when the girl entered her room
-I can't think what is the matter wit
me. never cry at the thought
his going; but today | could sob n
heart out. I've a weight like lead G
It. / feel something as II l had con
to an end of II all"
An end of whatP" questioned JaI
eta kindly.
"of nfe-or. rather. OF the To-
which IL my life He's going rig
away from me. and he may be golI
to his DEATH"
You can trust him to Gods hands
said JanettA gently.
"Oh he may forget me-"
You trust him too well to think
that"
II shall feel that no has passed B
yond my reach; there is sOmsthiI
which seems to warn me that |
losing him forever"
When ClArice was dressed and ca
EIed TO her boudoir. Harry MeriVs
came and sat down by her, and Janet
watched the restless look die out
Glarics's face, all doubt and diSeonte