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The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1915-04-23
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Harry Sprang and Dewey Walls
went to Nampa Saturday and return
ed Sunday. While there they visited
with Dewey Wallis sister, Mrs. Jess
Froman
Alva Peters has recovered from the
measles and is now able to be in
school again.
Lulu Sprang stayed Sunday night
with Dolly Sprang at the Postleth-
waite home in Caldwell.
Mrs. ]. w. Harling who was operat-
ed on at the Caldwell hospital last
week was able to be brought home
Sunday and is now doing nicely. Her
sisters, Mrs. Rogers and Mrs. Gilbert
of Sunny Slope spent the day with
her Monday. Addie Harling who has
been attending school at Nampa is
now at home.
o. B. Wright and family were the
guests at Lee Bigg's home near Cald-
we'll Sunday,
Clarence Crofton from Middleton is
now working for w. L. Gibbons.
May Bailey of Caldwell spent from
Thursday. to Sunday as the guest of
her cousin, Lonella Jones.
Mr.. and Mrs. EIof Anderson and
Mr.. G. c. White of Boise, spent Sun
day at the Anderson ranch.
Marie Magee of Caldwell was a
guest at the Weaver HURT home over
Saturday night.
School meeting was held Monday
evening at Lake Lowell school house.
Weaver HURT was elected as director
for term of two years and =. b.
Wright for the three year term. An
eight months term for the following
year was decided upon. Miss Esther
Gregory has been hired to teach the
school again next year.
Georgia Horace and Evedna Harl-
ing spent Sunday at the Harry Carr
home
Miss Meta Smith is keeping house
for her aunt, Mrs. 0. V. Bailey, dur
ing the absence of Mr.. and Mrs. Bad
ley at the coast.
Mis- Gregory spent Saturday with
her aunt, Mrs Claud Frost near Star,
and Sunday with Mrs. Rollo Fry of
Eagle.
Bernice Sprang was guest Sunday
at the W. L. Gibben's home,
DR.. Cole was called to the J. w.
Gragg home Monday to see Clarence
Gragg, who is very i'll with bronchitis.
Mr.. and Mrs, J. T. Smith of Sald-
we'll spent Sunday afternoon at E. f.
Jones.
Mr.. O'Brien, who is with The Tri-
bune, was in this community the first
of the week.
Harold and Raymond Gibbons have
now recovered from the measles and
are in school again.
Mr.. Walker has been working for
Meade Prevo the past week.
Mr.. and Mrs Lewis Grifiths were
in Caldwell on business Monday.
Mrs. Amelia DeClarke of Emmett
came Monday to spend two or three
weeks visiting her sisters, Mrs. w. L
and Mrs. F. f. Gibbons.
Mr.. and Mrs. John Sheets were the
proud parents of baby boy born Fri
day morning, April 10th. but theil
joys were turned to sorrow Friday
night, when the death angel called the
little one home. The little boy was
laid to rest Sunday by the side O.
little Dorothe Walls on Deer Flat.
Mrs. Carr is staying with Mrs
Sheets at present.
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The Willing Workers will meet
with Mrs. R. w. Kingston, Thursday
afternoon, April goth. Would like to
have a good attendance as there will
be election of officers.
Mr.. and Mrs; Arley Sims were visi-
Ray Wiley hauled a load OF lum-
Der from the yard at Sunny Slope,
Saturday.
John Hodkinson purchased a COW
at the Walker sale, on Deer Flat.
Tuesday.
Howard StilweIl is working on the
ditch below Frohman Ferry.
William Mitchell arrived from Mis-
souri, last week, to visit with his bro
theirs, George and Floyd.
Rev. Martin preached at the NJ. F.
The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1915-04-23
Didn't Notice Her

Did you notice that lovely girl in
. he pretty brown dress. waiting in the
'ohby2" he asked his wife as they took
heir seats in the theatre.
What! That frowsy thing with the
'alse puffs, enameled face, good teeth,
nade-over dress. imitation mink furs
md torn gloves? No, didn't notice
her. Why?-Puck.
The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1915-04-23

home Of Comrade and Mrs. J. H. Ly-
bolt ostensibly to celebrate the birth
days of Comrades Lybolt and March,
but found after dinner that Mrs. S. J..
Boyes had stolen a march on us all
and had her birthday party celebrat-
ed at the same time. A plentious
dinner with music, Rotations and
fond "reminiscences filled the hours
pleasurably, till all too soon it was
time to go home.
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ADVERTISED LETTERS OF
GREENI.EAF pOSTOERTNE

LIST OF adVertised letters at the
Greenleaf postoffice for the week
ending April II. 1915. Due one cent
each, Mrs. ]. G. Terrell Mrs. N. E
Hit, James H. Mcdonald. Mr.. Roy
Hammer, Edwin Bryan, Christ. An
derson, Minnie Bryan,-Antrim, P. NJ.
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Birthday Party.

About thirty-fve merry hearts
gathered at the spacious country
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| Ing about the room with eyes that
seemed to take In everything.
Il am sure shall be very happy in
| this dear old house." she said quietly
Your own mother must have loved It
Frederic"
James Brood started Unnoticed by
the others, his fingers frightened on
the gloves he carried in his hand.
Il never knew my mother" said
the young man. "She died when
was baby"
but Of course this was her home,
was 1t notr'
Il don't know" said Frederic, un-
comfortably. II suppose so. II came
here few years ago and"
But even though yor never knew
her, there must still be something
here that-that-how shall ! say it?
! mean, you must feel that she and
you were here together years and
years ago. One may never have seen
his mother, yet he can always feel
her. There Is something ] say
spiritual-in-''
Her husband broke in upon these
unwelcome reflections. His voice was
curiously harsh.
Mrs. Desmond is waiting, Yvonne."
She drew herself up. Are you In
such great haste, Mrs. Desmond?" she
asked in a voice that cut like knife.
lnstinctively, she glanced at Fred
cries face. She saw the muscles of
the Jaw harden and an angry light
leap into his eyes. Instantly her AFRO
gance fell away. Il beg your pardon,
Mrs. Desmond. / have many bad hab-
its. Now will you kindly show me
to my room? l prefer that you and
not of the servants should be my
guide. Au revoir, Frederic. Till tea
time, James,"
Her eyes we're sparkling, her husky
voice once more full of the appealing
quality that could not be denied. The
flush OF injured pride faded from Mrs.
Desmonds brow, and faint look Of
surprise crept into her eyes. To her
further amazement the younger wom-
an laid hand upon her arm and gave
1t a gentle. friendly pressure.
The men watched them in silence as
they left the room, side by side. A
moment later they heard the soft |
laughter Of the two women as they |
mounted the stairs together.
Frederic drew long breath.
She's splendid, father" he said, |
lmpulsively.
Brood's face was still clouded. He |
did not respond to the eager tribute.
Father and son faced each other. |
They were striking pair, each in
his way an example of fine, clean
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room was darkenec " means ~
heavy window hangings; the efetz
was that produced by the cleaning
just before the stars appear Objects
were shadowy, indistinct, mysterious.
The light from the jade-room door
threw diverging ray across the full
length of the room. In the very con-
ter OF this bright strip sat placid
effigy OF Buddha that Brood had found
in a remote corner of Siam, serenely
stolid on top OF its thick base OF
bronze and lacquer, with a shining
shrine for a background. In the dim
edge of the shadow, near the door at
the far end Of the room, Lydia made
out the motionless, indistinct figure Of
woman. The faint outlines of the
face were discernible but not so the
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after prolonged separations, to iooE
for something in the boys face that
he wanted to see and yet dreaded
something that might have escaped
him when in daily contact with him
Now, at the end OF the rather often
sive scrutiny, he seemed to shake his
head slightly, although one could not
have been sure.
And as charming as she is attrac-
tive, Frederic" he said, with faint
flush OF the enthusiasm he suppressed.
Who is she?" asked his son, with
out realizing the bluntness of his
eager question.
who is she?" repeated his father,
raising his eyebrows slightly. "She
is Mrs James Brood"
& II beg your pardon" stammered
Frederic. II didn't mean to put it
in that way. Who was she? Where
did you meet her and-Oh, / want to
know all there is to tell, father. I've
heard nothing. / am naturally Curl
GUS"
Brood stopped him with a gesture.
"She was Yvonne Lestrange, before
we we're NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. Lee
strange. We met some time ago at
the house of mutual friend in Paris.
assure you, her references are all
that could be desired" His tone was
sarcastic.
Frederic flushed. I'm sorry / asked
the questions, SIR" he said, stif1y.
Brood suddenly laughed, a quiet
laugh that had some trace of humor
and touch Of conjunction in it. Il
beg your pardon, Frederic. Come up
to my room and smoke cigar with
me while I'm changing. I'll tell you
about her. She is wonderful"
To his own surprise, and to Fred
cries establishment, he linked his arm
in the young mans and started toward
the hall. Afterward Brood was to won
der even more than he wondered then
what 1t was that created the sudden
desire to atone for the hurt look he
had brought to the eyes Of Matilde's
son-and the odd longing to touch
bis arm gently.
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IT wouldn't try to get at it, m.
DEAR" she said. wait and see Come
you must have your coffee. l an
glad you came down early. The ole
gentlemen are at breakfast now
Come in"
| He followed her dejectedly, a per
ceptible droop to his shoulders.
Mr.. Dawes and Mr.. Riggs we're seat
ed at the table Lydia, a trif1e pale
and distract. was pouring out theiI
third cup of coffee. The old men
showed no sign of their midnight ex
perience. They were very wide
awake, clear-eyed and alert, as old
| men will be who do not count the
years of life left in the span appoint.
ed for them.
Good morning, Freddy" said they,
almost In one voice. AS he passed
behind their chairs ON his way to
Lydia's side, he slapped each Of them
cordially on the back. They seemed
to swell with relief and gratitude.
He was not in the habit Of slapping
them on the back.
Good morning, gentlemen" said
he. Then he lifted Lydia's slim fin
gers to his lips. Good morning, dear"
She squeezed his fingers tightly and
smiled. A look of relief leaped into
her eyes; she drew long breath.
She poured his coffee for him every
morning. Her hand shook q little az
she lifted the tiny cream pitcher. II
didn't sleep very WE'LL" she explained
In = low voice. His hand rested ON
her shoulder for moment in a gentle
caress.
Poor old Jim!" sighed MT. Dawes.
He'll probably have to ask US to va
nose, too. I imagine she'll insist on
making spare bedroom out of our
room, SOS she can entertain all of her
Internal relations. Jones, will you
give me some more bacon and another
egg?"
"And l thought 1t was nothing but
a shipwreck," murmured Mr.. Riggs,
plaintively.
Frederic hurried through breakfast.
Lydia followed him into the library.
Are you going out, dear?" she
asked anxiously.
Eyes. I've got to do something.
can't sit still and think of what's go
Ing to happen. I'll be back for lunch
con-"
Half an hour later he was in the
small bachelor apartment of two col
lege friends, few blocks farther up
town, and he was doing the thing he
did nearly every day of his life in a
way. He sat at the |
cheap upright piano in their disor-
Tered living-room and. unhampered by
he presence of young men who pre-
erred music as it is rendered for the
masses, played as If his very soul was
n his fingers.
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CHAPTER Il-Continued.

1T proves that your father has made
no mistake In selecting his friends, my
dear. My dear husband used to say
that he would cheerfully die for James
Brood and he knew that James Brood
would have died for him Just as read.
ny. There is something In friendships
OF that sort that we can't understand.
We have never been able to test our
friends; much less ourselves. We"
Il would die for you, Mrs. Des-
,nond," cried Frederic, deep flush
overspreading his face. For you and
Lydia"
You come by that naturally" she
said, laying her hand upon his arm
BLOOD will tell. Thank you, Fred
eric" She smiled. Il am sure 1t will
not be necessary for you to die for
me. however. AS for Lydia, you must
live, not die for her."
"Iu do BOTH" he cried, impulsively.
Forgive me-"
There is nothing to forgive" she
said simply. And now, one word
more, Frederic. You must accept this
new condition of affairs In the right
spirit Your father has married again,
After all these years. It is not likely
that he has done so without delibera-
ton Therefore, 1t is reasonable to
assume that he is bringing home with
him wife Of whom he at least is
proud, and that should weigh con-
sfderably In your summing up of the
situation. She will be beautiful, &C.
ccmplished, refned-and good, Fred
eric. OF that you may be sure. Let
me implore you to withhold judgment
until anotAer snd later day"
Il do Rot object to the situation,
MrA Desmond" said ne, the angry
Light returning to his eyes, so much
rs I resent the wording of that tele-
gram. It n always just that way. He
loses no chance to humiliate me-
ae-~
~HushI You are losing your temper
again"
We'll, who wouldn't? And here's |
another thing-the very worst of ALL |
How is tails new condition going to
Affect yoB, Mrs. Desmond?"
She WIS silent for a moment. "Of |
pourse I ohanS stay on here, Frederic.
shall net be needed now AS soon as
Mrs, Brood is settled here shall co."
And you expect me to be cheerful
and contented!" he cried, bitterly.
Something of the Sort" she said.
my father objects to my going into
business or taking up a profession. l
I'M dependent on him for everything.
But why go into that? We've talked
4 over q thousand times. l don't I'M
ierstand but perhaps you do. It's a
logs way Of living"
Your father is making man of
vca."
"Oh, he is, eh?" with great scorn.
yes He will make you see some
ny that the kind Of life you lead il
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manhood. The father was taller by q
couple of inches than the son, and yet
Frederic was nearly six feet in his
stockings. Both were spare men,
erect and gracefully proportional.
Brood gave out the impression Of
great strength, of steel sinews, of in
vincible power; Frederic did not sug-
gest physical strength, and yet he was
clean-limbed, well-built fellow. He
had fine head, a slim body whose
every movement proclaimed nervous
snArgy, and face that denoted tenn
permanent ef the most pronounced
character. 1t was not strong face,
nor was it weak; it represented char
acter without force.
On the other hand, James Brood's
lean, handsome face was full of
power. His gray eyes were keen,
steady, compelling and seldom alight
with warmth. His jaw was firm,
square, resolute, and the lines that
sank heavily into the flesh in his
cheeks were put there not by age but
by the very vigor of manhood. His
hair was quite gray.
Frederic waited for his father to
speak. But James Brood had moth
ing to say. "She is very attractive,
father" said the young man at last,
almost wistfully. He did not realize |
it. but he was cropping for sympathy. |
Brood had been in the house for a |
quarter of an hour, after an absence
of nearly year, yet his greeting had
been cold, casual, matter-offact. Fred !
eric expected little more than that; /
still he felt in vague way that now,
IL never again, the ice of reserve
might be broken between them II
only for moment. He was ready and
willing to do his part.
Brood was studying the young mans
face with an intensity that for the
moment disconnected him. He seemed
bent on fixing certain features In his
minds eye, as II his memory had once
played him false and should not do
70 again, It was habit Of Brood's.
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CHAPTER III.
The Bride.

Frederic fatty refused to meet the
swayed by his decision, Dawes and
| Riggs likewise abandoned a plan to
greet the returning master and his
bride as they came down the gang
plank. But for the almost peremp
tory counsel of Mrs. Desmond, Brood
son would have absented himself from
the house on the day Of their arrival.
Jones and footman went to the pier
with the chauffeur
1t was half-past two in the after
noon when the automobile drew up
In front of the house and the fur
coated footman nimbly hoped down
and threw open the door.
James Brood, tall, distinguished
looking man Of fifty, stepped out Of
the limousine. For an instant, before
turning to assist his wife from the car,
he allowed his Keen eyes to sweep the
windows on the lower floor In one
of them stood his son, holding the lace
curtains apart and smiling welcome
that seemed sincere. He waved his
hand to the man on the sidewalk.
Brood responded with swift, almost
perfunctory gesture and then held out
his hand to the woman who was de-
scending.
Frederic's intense gaze was fixed
on the stranger who was coming into
his life. At word from Brood, she
glanced up at the window. The smile
still fingered on the young mans lips,
but his eyes were charged with an
of acute wonder. He had
never looked upon more beautiful
pefaction held him motionless until he
heard the door close behind them; in
The brief interval, however, a picture |
had been impressed upon his senses |
that was to last forever.
She was slightly above the medium
height. slender and graceful even In
he long, thick coat that enveloped |
Ter. She did not wear veil. He had
! swift but enduring glimpse of Gu
.iously pallid, perfectly modelled face;
" Jet black hair; Of firm, sensitive
hin. Somehow he received the ex-
impression that the slim,
1.-THE body was never cold; that she
in some indef1nable way
he unvaryins temperature of youth.
He hurried into the hall, driven by
he latent spur OF duty. He heard his
ather's warm. almost gay response to
he greetings Of the old men whose
ands he wrung with fervor that
- unmistakabls. He heard him
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bot the kind 20 want Your pride,
POUR ambition win rebel. Then you
kill make sosething out OF life for
yourself"
WELL 1t looks to me as II he means
10 make it impossible for me to marry,
Mrs. Desmond. I've thought OF it
good deal"
And Is IL impossible?"
/ mo. sha1l marry Lydia, even
though / havs to dig In the streets
Dor her. 1t iaat that, however. There's
bono othsr ubas0n back Of his atti-
~. ~ ~ - Me Of ne can't
- = -
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features. For moment the girl stared
at the watcher and then advanced to
the door.
who is it," she inquired, peering.
A low, husky voice replied, with a
suggestion of laughter in the tones.
Il am exploring the house"
Lydia came forward at once. ''Oh.
it is Mrs. Brood. / beg your pardon.
Shall / switch on the lights?"
"You are Lydia?"
yes, Mrs. Brood"
Il have been prowling everywhere,
Your good mother deserted me when
my maid arrived with Ranjab a short
time ago. Isn't this the dreadful blue
beard room? Shall / lose my head il
l am discovered by the ogre?"
The girl felt the spell stealing over
her The low voice of the woman in
the shadow was like sensuous ca
ress She experienced sudden long
ing to be closer to the speaker, to
listen for the very intake of her
breath.
You have already been discovered
by the ogre, Mrs. Brood" said Lydia,
gayly, land your head appears to be
quite safe"
Thank you" rather curtly, as If re-
polling familiarity. 1t was like a dash
of cold water to Lydia's spirits. You
may turn on the lights. / should like
to see you, Miss Desmond"
The girl crossed the room, passing
close to the stranger in the house.
The fragrance Of a perfume hitherto
unknown to her separated itself from
the odor of sandalwood that always
filed the room; 1t was soft, delicate,
1t was like breath of
cool, sweet air filtering into close,
5tuffy room. One could not help draw
ing In long, full breath. as if the
lungs demanded its revivifying quail
lies.
A soft, red glow began to fill the
Dom as Lydia pulled the cord near
he door. AS the light grew brighter
md brighter the eyes of the stranger
Iwept the room with undisguised won
Ter in their depths.
How extraordinary she muir
nured. and then turned swiftly toward
he girl. Where does 1t come fromf
can see no lights. And see! There
re no shadows, not even beneath the
able yonder. lit is uncanny-but.
h, how lovely!"
Lydia was staring at her with wide
pen eyes. frankly astonished. The
ager, excited CLEAN vanished from
FRS. Brood's lovely eyes. They mar
owed ever so slightly.
why do you stare at me?" she de-
handed.
Il expected" began Lydia, and
topped in pretty confusion.
Il see. You expected a middle-aged
Idy, ale? And why, pray, should
ames Brood marry middle-aged
srson?"
I'll don't know. I'm sorry If
ave offended you"
Mrs. Blood smiled. a gay, pleased
tile smile that revealed her small,
ZEN teeth. you haven't offended
e, my DEAR" she said You offend
y husband by thinking so Ill OF him,
ats ALL" She took the girl In from
ad to foot with critical eyes. He
i'd you were very pretty and very
Vab1e. You are lovely. No ono
lnts to be pretty. Yes, you are just
lat / expected"
Lydia was the taller Of the two
,men; a matter of two inches per-
ps, and yet she had the curious feel
! that she was looking upward A.
Q gazed into the others eyes. 1t
s the way Mrs. Brood held herself.
nding q swift glance around the
I'm, she went on: my husband de-
hts in having beautiful things about
d. He doesn't like the ugly things
this world"
(TO BE C0NT1NUED.l
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SYNOPSIS

In the New York home of James Brood
Dawes and Riggs, his two old pensioners
and comrades, await the coming of
Brood's son Frederic to learn the contents
OF wireless from Brood, but Frederic,
after reading, throws It into the fire and
tells Lydia Desmond, his fiancee that the
message announces his fathers marriage
and orders the house prepared for an i'm
mediate homecoming
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IT'S a great old world, and II there's
better we've never boen II T.
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