The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-07-02

her mirror then, she gazed long at the
refection-the poor faded rose-tint
against the pale ivory OF her slender
neck, and the white hair. A little
culver ran over her lips
Whatever the fact she whispered,
I" you and no other as long
as live"
She unlocked the bureau-drawer
then. took out the letter,-and seating
herself by the table, read the remain
der:
II write this in the old library and
Bristow holds my horse by the porch.
He will give you this letter when
am gone.
Last night we were dancing-all
of us-at the ball. l can scarcely be-
! lieve it was less than twelve hours
ago. The calendar on my desk has a
motto for each leaf. Today's is this:
Every man carries his fate on rib
and about his neck Last night l
would have smiled at that, perhaps;
today | say to myself, It's true-it's
true!' Two little hours ago could
have sworn that whatever happened
to me Sassoon would suffer no harm.
judith, 1 could not avoid the meet
ing. You will know the circum-
stances, and will see that it was forced
upon me- But though we met on the
field, l kept my promise. Sassoon did
not fall by my hand"
She had begun to tremble so that
the paper shook in her hands, and
from her breast, shattered by her
quick breathing, the brown jessamine
petals busted down in her lap. 1t was
some moments before she could calH.
herself sufficiently to read on.
He fired at the signal and the shot
went wide. l threw my pistol on the
ground. Then-whether maddened by
my refusal to fire, l cannot tell-he
turned his weapon all at once and shot
himself through the breast. 1t was
over in an instant The seconds did
not guess-do not even now, for it
happened but an hour ago. AS the
code DEGREES, their backs we're turned
when the shots we're fred. But there
were circumstances l cannot touch
proye-which made my facing him
just then seem unchivalrous. l saw
it in Bristow's face, and liked him the
better for it, even while it touched
my pride. They could not know, of
course, that l did not Intend to fire.
Well, you and they will know it now!
And Bristow has my pistol; he will
find it undischarged = thank God,
thank God!
But will that matter to you? If
you loved Sassoon, l shall always in
your mind stand as the indirect cause
of his death! 1t is for this reason l
am going away could not bear to
look in your accusing eyes and hear
you say it. Nor could l bear to stay
here, a reminder to you Of such a
horror. If you love me, you will write
and call me back to you. oh, Ju-
dith, Judith, my own dear lovei
pray God you Wilt"
She put the letter down and laid
her face upon it. Beauty! Beauty!"
she whispered, dry-eyed. 81 never
knewl l never knewi But it would
have made no difference, darling. l
would have forgiven you anything
everything! You know that, now,
dearI You have been certain of it all
these years that have been so empty,
empty to mel"
But when the faded rose-colored
gown and the poor time-yellowed slip
pers had been laid back in the hair
cloth trunk; when, her door once more
she lay in her bed in the dim
glow of the reading-lamp, with her
curling silvery hair drifting across the
pillow and the letter beneath it, at
last the tears came coursing down her
cheeks.
And with the loosening of her tears,
and softly came joy-infi- !
nitely deeper than the anguish and |
sense of betrayal 1t poured upon her !
like a trembling food. Long, long ago |
he had gone out of the world-it was
only his memory that counted to her
Now that could no longer spell pain
or emptiness or denial 1t was engold- |
ened by new light, and in that light
she would walk gently and smilingly |
to the end
She found the slender golden chain |
that hung about her neck and opened /
the little black locket with it's circlet /
of laureled pearls. And as she gazed at
the face it held. which time had not |
touched with change, the sound of /
harp came softly in through
the window. She was playing an old
fashioned song, of the sort ene knew
her mother loved best:
Darling. I am growing old.
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow today;
Life is fading fast away.
But. my darling. you will be
Always young and fair to me.
Outside the leaves rustled, the birds
called and the crickets sang their un-
ending epithalamia of summer nights.
and on this tone-background the mel
ody rose tenderly and lingeringly like
| haunting perfume Of pressed flowers.
She smiled and lifted the locket to her