Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1910-04-08

dream as long as he wished OF blue
eyes and golden tressesl How the
thought CALLED herl
The day of 1sabels departure ar
rived, and as Richard walked by her
side she cast one entreatSng look into
his face; but it was evidently unnol
ticed, for his handsome features be-
trayed no traces of feeling, and she
again assumed the Indifferent manner
which of late had become usual With
her.
Upon reaching the station they
found that there were but a few mo-
ments before the train left, and Rich
ard sat down on the bench beside his
wife.
Now Isabel dear, of course shall
be little lonely at first, but l shall
soon become reconciled to my bach
elor life; so make long visit Enjoy
yourself to the fullest extent, and get
little color into that pale face OF
yours"
He playfully pinched her cheek,
which instantly flushed, glowing with
an intensity that might have been
caused by either qualification or anger.
There was an unusual fire in the dark
eyes when he pressed upon her lips
his parting kiss, which burned almost
hercely as she watched him wave .
"good-by"
Richard wrote regularly to his wife,
and though his letters were not long.
| Ia ala N
once ask her to come home; she mo-
| ticed that with an indescribable pang,
and mingled with the pleasure of her
visit was an aching of the heart which
she heroically tried to conceal.
One day, after she had been away
about five weeks, her husbands usual
letter came She eagerly read 1t, and
finished with a sigh.
"Well, Isabel said her sister, en-
tering the room and noticing the open
letter, Richard hasn't collapsed under
the maids culinary efforts, HOPPER
"No-but, Kate dear, / must go
home. Some of our we'll meaning but
rather hasty club friends have planned
for a celebration of our marriage ami
versary one week from to-day, 30 OF
course / must return home not later
than the day after tomorrow. Well
| have been here Ave weeks. That Is
quite long time"
Yes, five weeks might be considered
a long time. Had they been long to
Isabel Cameron? They had dragged
when she thought of the endless weeks
of the miserable life before her. They
had flown as If on wings when she
realized that every passing day
brought the time nearer when she
must return to the place that was un-
worthy of the name of home, and to
the man undeserving Of the name OF
husband.
One evening week later the pretty
parlors Of the Camerons were thronged
with guests. Among them moved the
hostess, cordial, animated, beautiful,
with smile not less enchanting than
that which had lighted her lovely face
as happy bride just two short years
before How could any one guess Of
the aching heart beneath the maskf
On a table in the corner OF the II.
brary were arrayed host Of gifts OF
which Mrs. Cameron had seemed OBJ
livious, so intent was she upon enter
tanning her guests. During pause
in the gay chatter Richard, laughingly
reminding her of her seeming lack Of
appreciation, drew her arm within his,
led her to the table and playfully bade
her look at each loving token. She
dutifully complied with his request
.. and was just turning away when her
eye caught sight of framed picture
which she curiously lifted to the light.
She uttered a low exclamation, for
again she was looking into the eyes
Of the girl who had ruined her home,
Placed in the corner of the frame was
the photograph Of the writing desk
The reminder of her sorrow so excited
her fancy that 1t did not occur to her
that this picture might also be gift
Alomst dropping 1t she turned toward
the hall stairs, but her husband play
fully barred her way.
Don't you like the crayon, Isabel
/ thought 1t was very good copy OF
Nellie's photograph taken for you es
pecially. She will be disappointed II
1t fails to please you, for she sent II
to me with the express wish that none
,, but the best artist in the city should
|. copy It,"
The guests, the presents, even Mel
lie Vineent's picture, were forgotten
for the moment. Two great tears shone
In Isabel's eyes, and throwing her
arms about her husbands neck shs
kissed him impulsively, much to his
!, surprise and rather to his confusion
1 for his proud wife was not apt to b.
: demonstrative in public.
That night Richard Cameron drows
, lily murmured to his pillow:
Woman is a wonderful creation
and passeth all understanding. don'r
a see why Isabel"
But just then he was overtaken b.
sleep, and to this day he does no
know why. Men seldom do.-Penn
sylvanla Grit.
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